I heard on the news last night that Hunter Thompson committed suicide. For some reason, it seems kind of appropriate that he'd choose to make his exit that way, on his own terms. My favorite Hunter Thompson quote was "When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro." And by golly, he was a pro.
Speaking of weird, my favorite news story from last week was about "Baby 81" in Sri Lanka getting reunited with his parents after the DNA tests proved he was their son. The mother said that the first thing she would do when she got her son back was to fulfill her vows to smash 100 coconuts for the elephant-headed Hindu god Ganesh, offer sweet rice to the warrior god Murugan and kill a rooster for the goddess Kali. Her husband added, "Then we'll figure out what to do next." I'm figuring they probably cooked coconut chicken over rice, but that's just me. And what's the deal with 100 coconuts? You figure that the priests at the temple have some kind of coconut concession?
On the same page of the USA Today where I read that story, there was a picture of Iraqi Shiites marching through the street flagellating themselves with metal chains for their religious festival of Ashura. And after reading those stories, I thought to myself, "You know, by comparison it's almost normal here in Jesusland."