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I liked not liking Darth Vader.  The way he wheezed.  The way he picked up subordinates by the throat with his mind powers.  The way he surrounded himself with British actors and dim lighting.

Then George Lucas had him take off his mask.  There, under the shroud of evil, was an old man, a father struggling to breathe, asking his son for forgiveness.

Boys, I want you to go here and look at this picture while I and the women folk talk about some important stuff about our lives.

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I kid around with Newscoma and call her my soul sista, because I swear sometimes our lives are so parallel it’s scary! She wrote a very insightful post entitled Depression In Our Forties…and of course I was “me, too!”-ing through the whole thing…

Katie Allison Granju at Knoxville Talks pointed to an article about depression in people in their forties.

As I’m in my forties, I wish to opine.

Will the hyper intensified ether that is the internet, one day bog down into a slow moving, technological goo of frustration?

Quite possibly, and it could happen by 2010 according to some recent studies that examine this unique situation.

Will the hyper intensified ether that is the internet, one day bog down into a slow moving, technological goo of frustration?

Quite possibly, and it could happen by 2010 according to some recent studies that examine this unique situation.

Yesterday as we were on the way back from dropping off more crap at our new house, an errant cow found its way onto the road. Up near our house, where there are lots of open fields, that wouldn’t be such a weird thing, but this actually happened in the village proper, where there are rows upon rows of buildings. Sure, just beyond the shops of the busy village center there are fields and farms, but this heifer had to stray pretty damn far on its own to get where it was.