JE VAIS A LA GLOIRE! From the Register today:
SANTA ANA – A 19-year-old woman’s scarf wrapped around her motorcycle’s back wheel and pulled her off the bike this morning on the Costa Mesa (55) Freeway near Santa Clara Avenue, authorities said.
The motorcycle continued down the freeway until it eventually fell over, police said.
The California Highway Patrol responded to the 7:39 a.m. accident and said the woman, whose name was not released, suffered a broken arm and some scrapes and bruises.
LONG STORY SHORT I THOUGHT I WAS GETTING A PARTY BALL FROM THE ABSINTHE CLEARINGHOUSE BUT IT WAS TOTALLY NOT WHAT I THOUGHT
springheel_jack linked to digby’s post on the “Purity Ball” phenomenon. This is put on by the Abstinence Clearinghouse people, and is a ritual in which formally-dressed daughters make a pledge of abstinence to their formally-dressed fathers. It’s basically them marrying their fathers until they find husbands.
The abstinoids sell a purity ball planner, and you can browse a photo gallery of the 2005 and 2006 balls.
This is the best Rural Pakistan ever! By the way I hear the abstinence chicks are totally easy for oral and anal, dude.
Son sues UCI psychiatrist over scam giveaway
Louis Gottschalk gave $1.3 million to Web fraud, son says.
By RACHANEE SRISAVASDI
The Orange County Register
SANTA ANA – An acclaimed psychiatrist at UC Irvine is being sued by his son for allegedly giving away more than $1.3 million of his family’s trust fund to a popular Nigerian Internet scam.
Here’s a really bad morning at a museum in Cambridge, England.
The Naval Safety Center has been a favorite site of mine for years, but I keep forgetting to go back for their latest gems. mendel pointed to a very good Photo of the Week this time, which I have cropped for the essential detail below. How did the Yuman Race get this far? Also, GO MOTHER RUSSIA!
This afternoon when I left for my appointment there was a damp patch outside my bathroom on the carpet. I thought it was related to the handyman visit earlier and paid no attention.
By this evening, there was a small pool there, and soaked carpet extending through three rooms of the house. The plumber was summoned.
Apparently the hot water line that goes from the water heater out has come apart somewhere inside the concrete slab it penetrates on its way out. This has required turning off the hot water until tomorrow, when a couple of guys will show up and run new pipe around said slab to replace it. One could jackhammer the concrete away and fix just the bit of pipe that failed, but this is apparently a stupid thing to do because then the rest of the pipe will die bit by bit anyway. Go go gadget homeowners insurance!
In related but different news, Livejournal is sending me some, but not all of my comments in email. So if I don’t respond to you I am more likely to be ignorant of your response than ignoring you.
Area Man Jams Cop Radios, Goes To Slammer.
Best quote:
Mitra testified the Nov. 11 episodes were accidental transmissions that occurred when two wires rubbed against themselves and the transmitter. He said the sex sounds were broadcast because he was listening to them on a loop in his bedroom, and when he heard them on a police scanner and realized what happened, he threw the transmitter away.
Tonight I was talking to nickjb about my problems finding non-insane commentary on neurofeedback, etc. and we got onto the topic of failed therapies. One of these is trepanation, otherwise known as making a hole in your skull. Ancient people did this, and sometimes survived it. Sometimes they probably even felt better.
Nick explained that there was a sixties thing where people started saying trepanation was hip and happening and it was touted for a while, and I didn’t really believe him. Color me wrong. Color me also slightly nauseous (green).
Ladies and gentlemen, I present the International Trepanation Advocacy Group. Don’t skip intro. The spacy Heavens Gate-quality film is worth a few minutes. One side effecdt of trepanation has already been identified: smooth jazz and trippy 3D rendered animation.
I know I’m mining a rich vein when their short film credits the Mutter Museum and the State Department of Health of Nuevo Leon, Mexico.
“Some of us are willing to present ourselves publicly so that the old stigma associated with making a hole in the skull will be worn down over time.”
Whoops! Gardener’s equipment threw a rock up and took out my passenger side window. We’ve known Jaime for 10 years and he’s a businessman; he’s paying for it. He told me about it, in fact; I wouldn’t have noticed until later and never suspected him. He’s a Good Egg. So the substitutemobile is resting overnight at Tustin Acura and tomorrow they fix it. Apparently the expensive part is the time they spend very carefully making sure that there’s no more bits of safety glass in the door mechanism rattling around messing things up. Glad I’m not paying, though.
I was driven home by Alfredo, whom I’ve had this ride with before, and we talked about life and cars and kids and stuff. He’s a really solid guy.
When I was a kid and we were living in France we went for a week’s drive around the Loire Valley seeing old stones and stuffing our faces. We had a rental Renault. It was hot as hell most of the time, and one day there was a cold front and a big thunderstorm, and icewater rained on us. The windshield basically exploded as we were driving; at first, my dad thought someone had thrown a rock.
We pulled into a tiny Provençal hamlet with about 8 houses in it and went to the gas station. The classic ancient Frenchman with the huge grey mustache and beret shambled out and inspected the Renault. “Ah.. Pare-brise”, he announced. He led us into the back where they had stacks and stacks of windshields for just about every possible French vehicle and selected ours. The whole thing had the air of routine.
French technology in 1979 could build nuclear power plants but apparently tempered glass was beyond them. For the rest of the trip we had diamonds dripping out of the air condition vents in a shimmering drizzle.
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