On anonymous replies and unlimited cosmic knowledge

Don't you just LOVE anonymous replies?

It must be nice to be able to so accurately judge someone based on so little. I wish I had that power.

You're right. The fact I get annoyed with people talking in theatres means I shouldn't have children. And oh dear god, I actually allow myself to use hyperbole when I post! I've committed the cardinal sin of exaggerating my anger and impatience with people to make the posts about such things more entertaining and less "random bitchiness" -- clearly, that means I should not have children. Obviously, I would be a very bad parent.

Never mind that I've helped raise two kids and neverrarely lost my patience with them. Never mind that I routinely work with my nieces and nephews, most of whom are very loud and very rambunctious kids, and never once have I lost my patience with them. Never mind that I am, in fact, far more than the image of me that appears in my words on this site.

You have no clue, O anonymous poster. Go away. Bother someone who actually cares what you think; I have better things to do with my life than worry that some nameless jackass thinks I'd be a bad father.

Highlander: The Source

For those fans of Highlander who may not be aware, Adrian Paul posts a blog about production of the movie here.

Also in entertainment news, Wendie Jo Sperber died on November 30th, of cancer. She may be known to you as the woman who played Marty McFly's sister in the Back to the Future films; she also played opposite Tom Hanks and Peter Scolare in the tv show Bosom Buddies. She was 46.

December 7th

Two things of import happened on this day; one of global significance, one only personal.

The global event, of course, is Pearl Harbor. That's not what I'm writing about, however.

The more personal event is, I confess, more on my mind. On this date in 1993, my father was hit by a jeep while crossing the street early in the morning, and died. We hadn't seen each other since I was two years old, though my aunt says I am very much like him--only not a hippy, thank the Nine.

Surprisingly, I'm not incredibly depressed about it this year. I guess time does begin to salve wounds. While there will always be an ache in my heart where my relationship with my father should be, it no longer gnaws at me like it did when I first discovered he was dead a few years ago.

But I do think about him.

Robert Eugene Johnston
26 November 1949 - 7 December 1993
Musician. Father.
Missed.

GRRRR!!!! Advice, please.

My grandfather sends out waves of emails, most of them bad jokes. The ones that are not bad jokes are, instead, urban legends that it usually takes me all of thirty seconds to disprove.

Is it worth sending him the information, do you think?

On the one hand, he's 86 years old and it's his hobby to send this kind of thing out, and I hardly want to make him look or feel stupid -- he's my grandpa! On the other hand, this is how ignorance spreads throughout our society. And knowing the people he's sending this stuff to, it's spreading in an exponential wave.

The latest was a screed claiming Target, a French-owned company, was refusing to support veterans. The reality is that Target is an American-owned corporation based out of the midwest, and contributes to a great many veteran organizations, among others, to the tune of $2 million a week.

Linkage

Nice open letter to Larry the Cable Guy.