Now that we’ve had fiery heat, a surprise cold front, and more fiery heat, it’s time for a weekend of 50 mph hot wind.
Also, our water heater is leaking.
Also, we have another Great Depression.
However: I have a cat on my leg and iced coffee. We’re going tankless with the water heater. And what’s a little blast furnace weather among friends?
It’s a David Bowie kind of afternoon.
Seriously, his music makes so many things easier.
Meet Henry T. Nicholas, local billionaire and James Bond villain. Henry was the head of Broadcom, a big microchip company. Henry stands six foot six, has a dungeon under his house, slips Ecstasy to unknowing dinner companions, does meth and coke, has a prostitution problem, has armed guards patrolling his home, and flies around in a private jet with the drugs and the prostitutes. At least, this is what the prosecutors and some angry associates say, and some of it is beyond denial, in particular the dungeon. He is also on the hook for securities fraud at his company.
Christ, what an asshole. But just look at the guy! Wow!
Details, lurid and otherwise, are in this nicely done Vanity Fair article
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edit: credit to http://www.williamlamson.com/
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