The Shattered Prayer

Today is the day that brought to the world the wonderful, exciting, beautiful creature known as Che! What a fantastic day in history this day is. In celebration of Che-Day or Che-Mas, I will recount some of the wonderful ways in which my life is different for having known her.

Well, nothing, actually. At least not this year.

Any other year and it would be Che’s birthday, but Che’s birthday is a bit lazy this year and decided not to be the year’s longest day.

I’ll have to come back tomorrow to post about how wonderful Che is.

I am becoming Mary Roach’s biggest fan. After sailing through Stiff, I am now reading Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife. Any fears that Roach’s first book was a one hit wonder were quickly dispelled. The new book is as completely enjoyable as the first.

I just finished a fantastic book. It is called Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers and it was written by Mary Roach, a Salon.com columnist.

The book details the various things that dead people have done throughout the millennia. As Roach puts it, cadavers are our super-heroes. You can shoot ‘em, chop ‘em up, throw ‘em from extreme heights, or use ‘em to practice face lifts and they never complain. They never hurt. They do and do and do for us and never once bitch about the responsibility.

They both prove I’m gay since I asked about them?
Maybe.

But they really show that I am a comic book geek beyond comic book geeks.

The Mother’s Day Storm, that is.

They also took all the lottery tickets.

What a beautiful morning! We had dinner last night with two witty and urbane gay men and their three daughters. And now, after a night of wine and witty conversation, we have a clear sky, cool temperatures, and kd lang playing in the background.

What does such a beautiful morning bring to mind? Why, cry-baby Cylons and crappy catnip, of course.