Best hopes for your dad, Kat

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Quit stealing our mythology!

Those bastards — the Anglicans are trying to appropriate Dr Who.

A conference of Church of England vicars watched a handful of episodes from the sci-fi series to study its religious parallels, particularly its themes of evil, resurrection and redemption.

Similarities between the Doctor and Christ, as well as whether the evil Daleks are capable of changing, were also examined.

"There are countless examples of Christian symbolism in Doctor Who, which we can use to get across ideas that can otherwise be difficult to explain,'' The Sunday Telegraph in Britain quoted Andrew Wooding, a spokesman for conference organising group Church Army, as saying.

Grrr. Be done with it and simply declare that Jesus was a Time Lord, OK?

Ha ha ha. RTD the atheist is going to have a cow.

Hell's Most Wanted: Are you on this list?

Fifteen out of twenty-two! What do I win?

Though I should point out I'm counting homosexual as well as lesbian, for fun, and as a protest about no 'bisexual' category.

Hell's Most Wanted: Are you on this list?

18, baby! Who's driving the bus to hell?? I AM!!

I'm getting panicky.

Kat, I know it's uber-stressful when it's your parent. Believe me, I know. All I can say is that bypass surgery is really common, which is unfortunate in a general sense, but good in a specific sense because it means that your dad is undergoing a surgery that's been honed and improved upon for many years.

How old is your dad, and -- other than his heart -- how's his health?

(Also, if my Child Of A Heart Patient routine is a pain in the ass, tell me. I'm just spouting off my experience in the hopes that my dad's good outcomes might make you feel better about your dad's situation. If I'm only stressing you out, I totally don't want to do that.)

18, baby! Who's driving the bus to hell?? I AM!!

You....you....you....SPORTS FAN!

Whoremonger!

Steph, thanks...

How old is your dad, and -- other than his heart -- how's his health?

My dad is 75. He has diabetes, but is otherwise very healthy. Walks 3-6 miles a day and is very active. Though since the last time he had surgery (gall bladder removed) he's had memory issues that are weird. His doctor thought he had a stroke while under anesthesia.

There's nothing I can do from here. And I can't leave here until end of June. Gah.

Kat, I'm so sorry! Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help.

ita, I no longer know where you live. But if you'd like a ride, I owe you at least one. Let me know. Unless I'm really out of the loop and you did something weird like move back to Michigan. Then you're on your own.

I don't drink at all, but even I know wine comes in little bottles of just one or two servings. Why don't you bottle people/single drinkers invest in those? That's what I buy whenever I need wine for cooking. I make my mom pick out the brand, since she actually likes wine, and she has some to drink and I use what I need for the recipe.

I am having a crappy day. I am scared to leave my house, and I am hungry. Maybe I'll go ahead and invest in delivery charges. I finally fell asleep at 1:00 am. I woke myself up at 2:00 am by letting out a piercing scream when my adorable cat, who was playing, slipped down my thigh and got his claws STUCK IN MY LEG. Because I just wanted the bleeding to go away, and it somehow seemed to make sense at the time, I just wrapped my leg in toilet paper and crawled back under the covers. Then the next door neighbor's lawn service started at 6:00 am with the weed whacker and possibly a leaf blower right next to my wall. I whimpered, but fell back asleep. At 7:00 am, Sprint started to send me text messages, making my phone go crazy. At 7:15, the alarm went off. I of course had a cranky sleep-deprived headache and wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, but I decided to be responsible. So I got up, only to realize I had bloody toilet paper stuck not only to me, but to my newly stained sheets. Lovely. So I stumble into the closet, pick out something to wear, and notice that my usually completely sweet girl cat is freaking out about something. And standing on my feet. So I pick her up to soothe her, and she goes completely bananas halfway up, and in an impressive display of agility, gets one claw stuck in my nose, three claws down my left arm, a nice gouge into my right wrist, and a really impressive three claw swipe that goes completely across my chest. So now the only place I'm NOT bleeding from is my left leg. And I am NOT HAPPY. So I go into the bathroom to clean myself up somehow, and they have somehow managed to toss litter around the place like it's confetti. And most likely out of sheer exhaustion, I burst into tears. Which is when I realized I probably would not make a good asset to the team today at work, so I called in, then go crawl back into bed. Which is when my neighbors children start screaming at the top of their lungs about something. So I lay in bed for an additional three hours, but get no additional sleep. I finally decide to go to my neighborhood coffee shop to get a muffin and a vanilla latte, which is something I desperately need at this point. Only to realize, once I get to my car, that I have a parking ticket. Because of alternate side parking. Because I had parked there fully expecting to go to work in the morning and not having to worry about it. I am having a really hard time motivating myself to accomplish anything today, and would really appreciate a do-over. Because today bites.

even I know wine comes in little bottles of just one or two servings. Why don't you bottle people/single drinkers invest in those?

Half-bottles tend to be REALLY overpriced compared to their full-sized brethren.