“Gays and lesbians have a constitutional right to marry in California, the state Supreme Court said today in a historic ruling that could be repudiated by the voters in November.”

Woo hoo!

I just finished writing my new one-act, “The Association.” Had to take a little time away from it because it was feeling too bloated. I cut the cast list in half and tightened things up. And made it more ridiculous. And now I'm really happy.

A ten-page comedy about poverty and hunger. Who'd've thought?

Fringes just read it and said she laughed aloud. Whoot!

“I was considered slow. While my classmates were reading their textbooks, I drew in the margins.”

–Dearly departed artist Robert Rauschenberg, 1925-2008

Had a great Mother's Day. Got a cute Star-Wars-themed card from Lex and the Peanut, and a lovely card from Monstro with a certificate good for one day of heavy lifting and garden mucking. Great stuff! Monstro and the other men from church cooked a Mother's Day brunch for the congregation, and his chile egg puff was the first dish to get all eaten up. When he was still at church cleaning up I called Fringes and we had an on-the-same-page “to the punctuation mark” conversation, which was just as awesome as I knew it was going to be (and I'd set a pretty high bar, let me tell you). After Lex woke up, Monstro cooked us some dinner — we had our first barbeque and our first corn of the season. Great, great, great. And then we watched Friday's “Battlestar Galactica,” which made us happy we'd taped “King of the Hill” to watch afterward.

And now I have to go buy a new power cord for my PowerBook. Bye!

Monstro and the kids and I are participating in the Western Massachusetts Relay for Life this June. Yes, June, that blazingly summer month when I will be *seven* *months* *pregnant*. Please support our fundraising efforts by plunking five bucks (or more! we're not choosy) into our donation pile. If you do, Monstro will do his fat-man dance for you. Just don't tell him you heard it from me. 🙂

I have a new hero. Her name is Bonnie Richardson and she's a-maz-ing. See for yourself!

It's amazing what one woman can accomplish when she gets up at five in the morning. I've graded my photo finals and developed a from-scratch logo and logo/letterhead treatment for a client. Oh, and I read the news and caught up on a couple of blogs. So I think this afternoon I'll either go to a movie or take a big nap!

Monstro: (writing a check for the church offering) “What's today's date?”

Motormouth: “Uh… the fourth.”

Monstro: “Well then, May the fourth be with you!”

Every year I walk into that one. Every stinkin' year.

The reason for much of the bloggy silence this week was due to the fact I was working balls-out for a new client. I just sent him the finished document. It's 39 pages of 14-point Times New Roman (to reduce eyestrain for all involved). And I wrote it in 13 hours. That's with 2-3 drafts, people.

I am off to numb my throbbing head with some dumb TV. Then I need to clean the house for our game night tonight!

I've been watching the show “Reaper” on the CW pretty much all season. I was blown away by the pilot: smart, funny, different. Plus, Laura Palmer's dad in an impeccable suit, nice draw. It was getting formulaic but then about four weeks ago the game changed, and frankly, I think it's raising the most interesting questions about Christianity that are being raised on TV today.

Sam is a 21-year-old bounty hunter of souls who have escaped Hell. All of the souls did terrible things before death and are thereby damned for eternity. Somehow, though, they manage to slip away and return to Earth. Sam's neighbors are handsome homosexual gentlemen who just happen to be, oh yeah, demons. Angels who fell during Lucifer's war against God. Sam's friends are fair game for collateral damage, but they 1) know what they're in for and 2) have been blessed by the more ethnic friend's grandmother, who has the ability to see evil.

The problem with modern Christianity is that there just isn't enough (ok, any) mention of the devil; at least, not in the Presbyterian/Methodist churches I've attended for the past 13-some-odd years. (yeah, some years were odder than others :). And I think that's a real lack in the modern Church. Because, yeah, God is Good, and God is Love, and all you need is Love, but, 1) Love hurts, and 2) God isn't in all people. We're taught from an early age that God is in everything, but that simply cannot be true, because there is True Evil in this world and I can't believe that God has anything to do about that.

Don't believe me? Then maybe you didn't see the articles about Josef Fritzl? (Fringes don't you dare click the link)

So anyway, back to “Reaper.” Last week's episode featured a 12-step group for the fallen angels. They figured by doing kind deeds and being friendly, they would eradicate the devil in “300, maybe 400 years.” The devil got wind of their plot and destroyed the building where they were meeting. You know why? Sam figured it out: because they were RIGHT.

Kindness kills the devil. So next time I read another heinous news story, I'm gonna go out and plant a bunch of flowers in a public place, or bring cookies to Lex's nursery school, or sex up my husband in ways that have proved very popular in the past. Or post a happy-puppy blog post. So, see, we'll all benefit!