Thanks Tom (And Mom)!

I give Japan more attention than it deserves on this blog. We all know how hard it is to break off an unhealthy relationship, but I really am sort of trying. Actually, I have been scanning the online version of my hometown newspaper every week for some time now for "news" that I can treat with sarcasm here, but that has only made me realize that Owasso, Oklahoma is just one of those border-line suburbs — not interesting enough to be scandalous, and not boring enough to be adorable. Supernatural small-town incidents a la Northern Exposure are, much to my dismay, few and far between.

But then my mom, sensing my dramedy-deprived dismay from the other side of the world, sent me a gentle reminder that all I had remembered about my home state really was true. I just had to read the New York Times.

And now, dear readers, from the senator who objected to the broadcasting of Schindler's List on NBC because all those naked dehumanized bodies lying in heaps were just too damn sexy for him, another reminder of why you get that reflexive icky feeling whenever someone mentions Oklahoma.