I don't actually think it can function as a community, but its mere existence is something of a self-referential hilarity.
My mom came back from Africa. Her car broke down on the highway. The alternator blew and she actually was stranded in the middle of the conrete deathzone, with cars zipping past. She's okay, and the car was repaired. No damage done. Her boyfriend has moved into our house upstate. This is a big mess and it's only going to get worse. I'm not sure what to say about it except...hoo boy.
Oh, and the good news is that she's still her same crabby juvenile babyish self. The near death experience didn't mellow her any. It's kind of refreshing to have a mother who often acts like she's 11 years old. At least it means I won't ever get mentally old. Hopefully I won't start reverting after 30, though. I kind of like who I am right now.