And crawling, on the planet's face, some insects, called the human race. Lost in time, and lost in space...

I had this whole Father's Day thing written. I was going to title it Mother Fuckers, in the most literal sense of course, and it had an accompanying soundtrack. It. Was. Hysterical. And then, what should pop into my reader but NukeDad's tear-jerking, touching, beautiful eulogy to his father. Seriously, if you don't read Nuclear Warhead Family, just stop reading this right now and go. It's people like him that make me thank sweet little baby Jesus every day for the internetowebosphere. Go. I'll wait.... Back? Okay. Rather than write my standard thesis-style comment in his box, I thought I'd just go delete some crappy old post no one will ever read in my archives, keeping me on track for the big 1K, and tell you a little story about dads.