Day 100 of San Diego

It has been written. 

One hundred days since Mason was stationed in San Diego. I'll be damned. How many months is that? Almost four? Feels a lot more, if you ask me. 

Today was just another Sunday. I did homework, I watched movies (another Clint Eastwood flick!) and hung out with Mason. 

You know, I can safely say that I hate South Park. The producers are probably touching themselves to this fact, and all I can say to that is, "A job well done." 

Mason watches it from time to time. If nobody knows what South Park is, good on you! 

But to diminish your innocence, how I explain South Park to people is that it makes fun of others to entertain others. Kind of like Family Guy, but I think Family Guy is a lot more funnier. Personal preference, ladies and gentlemen. 

I don't particularly like Mason enjoying South Park. I'm wondering if that's where he gets the notion that it's okay to make fun of the AIDS virus and all that jazz. I honestly don't want him to make fun of those things because I don't want Karma to step up and say to him, "Hey... That was kind of a dick thing to say" and zap him with cancer or something horrible. 

I'm superstitious. And Karma is nothing to mess with. 

I sort of want to tell Mason not to watch or deal with South Park anymore. I don't want his brain to think those kinds of jokes about diseases and disorders are okay to laugh at. Hell, I don't even know if the producers care about people considering they created a show called South Park.

Maybe they are secretly showing the ways of society. Maybe they are giving out hints that some people are cruel and when they are being cruel, laugh at them. Don't be such a tight ass. 

Then again, here I am complaining about South Park.

In the end, I hope the show gets canceled. But at the same time, I don't want it to be canceled because what the producers might do is think up something more outrageous.

In the REAL conclusion, I'm spending way too much time complaining about something that needs to be let go. I can't change everyone's minds on a subject by my opinions. 

I'm only complaining to get it off of my chest. 

And YOU lovely readers get to read about it.

It's nice to have something to read, huh? Instead of me saying, "I have nothing to say about today because I didn't do jack." 

Anyway, I really should go to sleep... I'm tired. And with tiredness, doesn't come responsibility. For me, it's complaining. 

Enjoy this comic to lighten up the mood: