Suspending The Smartassery And Cuss Words For A Moment.
Mood:  down
Topic: Miscellany
If there's one thing I don't like, it's people who spread doom and gloom about the 'Net. Hey, if I wanted to be depressed, I'd contemplate the sheer amount of big housework projects I should be doing on the weekends. So as a rule I'm all smartassery and sunshine. But let me get serious for just a minute.

My mom's in the hospital. She's recently been diagnosed with probable lung cancer, and yesterday after her needle biopsy her lung collapsed. This might not be so bad for most people, but Mom's been in poor health for as long as I can remember -- since she was my age, really. Always some health issue. She's 75 years old and to be brutally honest, if you'd asked me 25 years ago, I wouldn't have predicted she'd make it this long.

I visited her in the hospital last night. I don't like the way she looks. We lost my dad to lung cancer six years ago. It is not a gentle way to go into that good night. She is scared, and I don't blame her.

I promise I won't have on about this any more, but two things: (1) say a little prayer for her, if you pray; and (2) for God's sake, if you smoke, think that this could be you someday. You won't always be young and perky. One day you might be 75 years old, gasping and frightened in a hospital bed. I may sound like a prat, but honestly? I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy.

That is all. We now return to our regularly scheduled programming. Want to hear a quick joke? This is from Garry Shandling: I think my dog is gay. His dick always tastes so bitter. There. That sounds more like me, doesn't it?