Homeward Bound on the 10:15 to Heaven

Before I address the matter of Terry Schiavo, who has passed away at long, blessed last, a note on friending.

Anyone is free to friend or unfriend me at anytime and for any reason. If you do the former, I will welcome you with open arms and perform a jiggling, spastic jig of glee in the privacy of my own home. No, you won't be able to watch, but I promise I'll jig. If you unfriend me, I will be sorry to see you go, but I will not seize a large stick, sharp potsherd, pike, or lug wrench and lay waste to the Internet in a frothing, tight-pantied paroxysm of offense. Nor will I incite a flamewar in your LJ. I will simply assume I have bored you and will move on with my life.

I will likely friend you in return, but if you make more than two posts in twenty-four hours, one of which is to tell us how bored/stoned/high/horny you are, you will be quietly defriended. As far as I'm concerned, the "Edit" option is your friend and should be used often. If your link to the Udderly Sexy Bovine Bukkake site is that important, surely you can take the nanosecond to edit it into your original entry.

Pleasantries thusly dispatched, here are a few things that bothered me about the Terry Schiavo screaming melodrama:

( Free at Last, Terry Schiavo )