OK, let’s get this out of the way. SU played like shit from the opening tap last night, and the game was over from the start. We shall speak of this no more. It’s officially lacrosse season. Also, sake? Bleh. Sorry, KP, but I’d rather soak my dirty socks in hot water and then drink the water (hey, that must be how it got its name; some Japanese guy gave it to his friend, who said, “bleh, taste like sockie”). If I decide to go totally cheap, I’ll switch to boxed wine and seltzer water. A 5 liter box of wine goes for $8. Of course, it also tends to make me feel horrible the next day (cheap wine is a killer on my GI tract).

I don’t quite buy the octo-mom’s sperm donor as being equally culpable with mama or the doctors who agreed to provide her with a litter of pups (she’d really would be better off with puppies; they’re a lot easier to train, they don’t crap their drawers, can feed themselves if you leave some food out, and when they grow up, they don’t ask to borrow the car). I obviously don’t know the specifics in this case, but 14 children doesn’t mean 14 donations (unlike Deca-Dad, though he apparently got two with one shot). I can see somebody telling their friend they’d like to have a child and asking if they’d donate (not that I’d do it; you want my sperm, you gotta come get it yourself).

It’s been a while since Biology 101, but IIRC, there are something like 30 million living swimmers in one good blast. They can take that and pop it in the freezer and store it indefinitely. Then, when Mrs. Lubner’s ready, she takes out some of the mayonnaise from the freezer, makes egg salad, and whomps up a batch of embryos. Dr. Frankenstein implants a few, and pops the rest in the freezer for further use (that’s where we get all those snowflake babies from). And embryos can last for ten years or more (that’s why they have to clean out the freezer every once in a while, and flush the embryos down the toilet in order to preserve sacred life from being used to develop new lines of stem cells).

So, anyway, I can see where the guy might have been truly stunned to find out he had all these kids. Sperm is the gift that keeps on giving. There’s a big difference between doing that, and being a scumbag who knocks up women the old fashioned way, and then abandons them.

If I slip one past the goalie, then I have to take responsibility for my actions. But if you say to me, “hey, give me a jar full of the good stuff and don’t worry about what I do with it,” then I don’t know that I can be blamed when you decide to use it to make your own baseball team. I suppose you could insist on a “fair use” contract before handing over the goods (like, “I only authorize you to make one baby outta this”), but, really, the people that ought to be paying for child support, medical bills, and college for those kids are the goddamn idiot doctors who did the work (and took her money, wherever it came from).

The responsibility, IMHO, rests not with he who donates the seed, but with he (or she) who does the actually planting – whether it’s the old fashioned way, with a turkey baster, or by implanting 8 embryos into an unemployed single mom who’s already got a half dozen kids.