Police allege man murdered by internet wife’s ex-husband
It’s the headline that bothers me. Just at a glance, I’d think that the murder victim had an online-only relationship with his “internet wife,” like those people whose MMORPG characters or Second Life avatars get “married.” But, no, he met the woman on the internet, and married her in reality after her divorce from the previous husband was final.
I’ve seen people refer to those who meet online and have a meat-world relationship this way before, but it’s annoying. If you meet someone on the internet, and the two of you marry, is that woman an “internet wife” and that man an “internet husband” forever?
By that logic, people should have bar, school, church, and gym spouses too, yes? My mother has a baseball game husband. My sister has a golf course husband. I think my brother met his wife at work, so she’s his work wife.
Now, if I thought people would follow this naming convention to its logical conclusion, and have multiple spouses, it wouldn’t be quite as annoying. Somehow, though, I doubt that brother is going to acquire a rugby wife or some such.
Anyway, the headline should have read something like “Police allege man shot by wife’s jealous ex-husband” (I’d prefer active voice, but it seems they don’t).
I managed to avoid the crime news, which is always horrific. Okay, I mostly avoided it. The three boys under 10 who are being charged with kidnapping and rape is getting to me. That poor little girl!
Transgender candidate misled voters, suit alleges
Actually, these guys seem to be suing everybody but the dogcatcher down there in Riverdale.
What does Ms. Bruce’s gender have to do with how she’ll perform as a city council member? Nothing, of course Ir’s been brought up because a couple of sore losers just won’t let go. Asshats!
Trumpet the news: Elephant is going to be a mom
But she won’t deliver until somewhere around April 1, 2009! 22 months of pregnancy. Dumbo never mentioned that little fact.
In metro Atlanta, profile of those in need during the holidays has changed
It isn’t just during the holidays, either. Food banks across the country are seeing more and more working people who need help. They’re having to reduce the amount of food given to each person or family because the demand has outpaced the supply so much.
I can’t say that I’m surprised. I know too many people who are just barely scraping by, and it isn’t because they’re irresponsible. It’s just how the American economy is, and something needs to change very quickly.
I can’t remember the last time I even considered seeking news anywhere but online. Whether it’s what’s going on around Atlanta, the nation, or the world, or just a weather update, I look there first if at all possible. Since I’m at home and can check in throughout most of the day, it’s easy for me to get near-constant updates on whatever is going on. I use quite a few different sources, to get a balanced news diet, but between RSS feeds and email updates that’s incredibly easy. I can always follow links to the originating web sites, and cross-check other sites (which I like to do) to get more information on anything that really catches my attention.
In turn, I feed the information to my family. I suppose most people do that, in one way or another, and I greatly appreciate the links received from friends via Twitter and the like. I don’t pass everything on to Sam and Katie, of course—just the stories that I know to be of interest to them.
Unfortunately, I can’t always refrain from telling them about stories that are particularly disturbing to me. Sam, in particular, really doesn’t want to hear about such things, which is one reason he doesn’t read the Atlanta paper. I feel a need to stay abreast of current events, but also need an outlet for my frustration.
Guess what? This is it!
Yep. I’m going to try to limit my outbursts to written ones, and this is the place I’ll be using for them. You can always skip the articles if you don’t like them. It’s much harder for the family to just not hear me, and I place a high value on peace in the household.