Leave it to Oprah to get me all teary eyed and shit tonight -- did y'all see it today? She featured Carolyn Thomas, the woman who's ex pigfucker murdered her mother and then shot off half her face. By some miracle, she lived to tell the tale and is currently going through a ton of reconstructive surgery to restore something resembling a face. The part that got me? When the EMT who saved her life by digging bone and tissue out of the wound so she could breathe came out to meet her. That was rough. Also really upsetting is the fact that many of her friends abandoned her because ultimately, they can't deal with the severity of her injuries. God, we humans are a crappy bunch, ain't it?

So. I started writing a month or so ago about a breakfast talk I covered; it was sponsored by the Lake County Sheriff's Department, and it was all about woman beating from a recovering woman beater's POV. Waymon Brown is the guy's name -- he's out of Ft. Wayne, and he was a phenomenal speaker if you ever need someone to cover the topic. Anyway, among all the things he said, this one thing stuck out for me:

I know -- simple, right? But how profound is that? Totally blew me away, because I sure as hell never looked at it like that. But I don't think I've ever heard truer words about the subject.

Now that I've totally ruined your buzz, remind me to tell you about how I discovered today that peanut butter does in fact go bad after awhile. I'd tell you tonight, but I (finally) finished giving birth to that 68 (!!) inch story I've been working on all week. Lump that in with the 30-incher with which I gave Tara a heart attack by turning in today and two dailies, and this Broad needs to pass out.