Some days you wake up and you can tell the world has changed. Something is different, you can feel it. And you may not be able to put your finger on it at first, but it always reveals itself eventually. Today, that life-changing event was the elementary school shooting in Newtown, Connecticut. I had a day planned filled with writing articles about movies and sex and other such trivial things, and here I sit, in front of my computer, shattered by what has transpired. And as a blogger, what do I do? Do I write out the information about the shooter and post his picture? Do I avoid doing that, so as to ensure that I have nothing do with his infamy and bad-guy acclaim? Do I make a few jokes, or do a post about kittens so that people can seek me out for solace and laughter in this trying time? No, I don’t do any of those things. I do what everyone else in the Country does right now. Religious or not, I offer up a prayer for those children, the survivors and those unlucky enough to have fallen today. I sit and try to wrap my mind around it, all while feeling the crippling loss associated with something so damning. And above all else, I do exactly what everyone else is doing in the world right now: I mourn.