Heath is dead. Stick some Velcro on his ass!

I am back. Okay, Heath Ledger is dead. I guess that ends the speculation of Brokeback Mountain II. It is sad, in a way. I am just shocked that he dies and Britney continues to live/exist/fuck up. It makes no sense.

It does, now that I think about it. She is a survivor. Like a cockroach--I am thinking that is something she would really like, I mean, it has a cock and it is a roach. She can kill two birds with one stone---get high and get off. Hey, that gives me an idea. Be right back.

I am back and I feel much better. My body felt alive. I felt connected with the universe. Then I came. I am so fucking relaxed right now.

I know, I am sharing WAY too much. That is what happens on a slow news day. Heath Ledger this. John Ferguson Junior that. What is a smart ass to do?

Not much. I do have to say that FIL has been in fine form. He keeps sliding out of his wheelchair. The man is absolutely no help to himself. It is very sad and yet kind of funny. He had a wheelchair assessment and needs a custom chair. I say we should strap some velcro to his ass and back and stick him to the fucking chair. Then again, I am cruel, or so I have been told.

The problem is, at least to me, what if he sees somebody on a ventilator. He is going to feel like a sucker for breathing on his own, then give up, so he gets hooked up to something that will breath for him. That is how it worked with him, always finding somebody who would do things for him, like another mother. MIL had become a mother to him and not a wife--very sad, and now the Wife is like his mother.

What can you do? Anybody know where I can get me some of that industrial Velcro? I feel an experiment a brewing here.

Ciao!