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This just may be the most gruesome thing I’ve read in awhile.

A Texas death row inmate with a history of mental problems pulled out his only good eye and told authorities he ate it. Andre Thomas, 25, was arrested for the fatal stabbings of his estranged wife, their young son and her 13-month-old daughter in March 2004. Their hearts also had been ripped out. He was convicted and condemned for the infant’s death.

While in the Grayson County Jail in Sherman, Thomas plucked out his right eye before his trial later in 2004. A judge subsequently ruled he was competent to stand trial.

A death-row officer at the Polunsky Unit of the Texas Department of Criminal Justice found Thomas in his cell with blood on his face and took him to the infirmary.

“”Thomas said he pulled out his eye and subsequently ingested it,” agency spokesman Jason Clark said Friday.

He ate his GOOD eye.

I really need to get new hobbies.

I am really glad I’m not famous.

With that said, I also like to dance on tables.

Well, not really, but you know …

For some reason, this makes me laugh and disturbs me at the same time.

When tourists ask for the bathroom in the Minneapolis airport lately, it’s usually not because they have to go.

It’s because they want to see the stall made famous by U.S. Sen. Larry Craig’s arrest in a sex sting.

“It’s become a tourist attraction,” said Karen Evans, information specialist at the Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport. “People are taking pictures.”

Actually, I like stuff like this.

I’m the girl that will stop to look at the World’s Largest Ball of Twine.

Yeah, I’m one of those kind of people.

I am not trying to creep you out. I know I write about emotional issues sometimes and it’s weird and you must say to yourself, “Wow, that Newscoma is a weird, brain eating zombie.”

But, you know, we are human and some weird crap happens sometimes.

Tonight, I’m in a strange space.

A friend is sick. A friend we adore. It’s bad. But the kind of bad that will take months of unpleasantness. Or not.

Who knows? The word is cancer. So, you see your friend of 15 years dealing with cancer and you act cheerful but, you know, you aren’t. And it sounds bad. And it is.

Crap.

And, we love him and don’t know what to say or do and … it’s well … damn. And we found out today. I’ll see him tomorrow.

And I will smile. Because he needs that.

Squirrel Queen has a family member who is ill and we talked tonight to 8-year-olds about death because they’ve seen too much of it lately. Yeah, it’s that. You throw a ball with them and let them be a little naughty, and help with homework and it lingers in the air like a rotting fruit.

Because, I ‘m an aunt and I don’t know how to get the stench out of the air. Because it is death. How do you teach two kids about death. And it is bad.

They are harvesting organs of their family member. Those are the words. He won’t make it. Late forties and “cardiac arrest” after a few years of illness after a surprise seizure.

BAM.

Crap.

The word “harvesting” is weirding me out, yet is hopeful. Tonight, I consulted on this. Do you have any idea how bizarre that is? Not a fun time.

Yeah, I’m in an odd place.

Sometimes there isn’t room for the other stuff. It’s just too much, yet you do what you have to do.

Ironically, the career is doing pretty good after months of the yuck

Crap. That doesn’t matter at times like these.

I need a few days off. Good beer with friends. And a few laughs.

Crap.

This is really kinda dumb to me.

Tickets to a movie are roughly $10-12 bucks.

Matinees are about $6.

Movies cost a lot more to make now.

I just don’t think this is very valid, alas, I’m not an economist.

I can’t help but wonder what other economic ratios are about this.

Just saying.