Sunday, March 30, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Authorities in the US are trying to establish what caused a 35-year-old woman to sit on her boyfriend's toilet for so long her skin grafted to the seat.
Kansas woman Pam Babcock had to be prised off the toilet at her boyfriend Kory McFarren's house after allegedly sitting there for two years.
She was only moved when McFarren called 911 on February 27 and told police there was "something wrong" with his girlfriend.
Ness County Sheriff Bryan Whipple told AP there was no indication Babcock had been restrained against her will.
"She was not glued. She was not tied. She was just physically stuck by her body," Whipple said.
McFarren told police he had asked Babcock every day to please come out of the bathroom, but her reply was always: "Maybe tomorrow."
He also said he brought her food and water every day.
Police found Babcock clothed and sitting on the toilet with her pants lowered to mid-thigh level.
"We pried the toilet seat off with a pry bar and the seat went with her to the hospital," Whipple said.
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"The hospital removed it."
Ontario's City News website is reporting that McFarren may face charges in relation to the case.
Questions are being asked about why the 36-year-old antique store worker didn't raise the alarm earlier.
But he insists the situation developed slowly and he had come to believe his girlfriend's behaviour wasn't strange.
"It just kind of happened one day; she went in and had been in there a little while, the next time it was a little longer. Then she got it in her head she was going to stay - like it was a safe place for her," he said.
McFarren insisted Babcock hadn't spent the entire two years on the toilet, claiming that until late January she was taking baths and changing her clothes regularly.
He says he panicked and finally called for help two weeks ago when Babcock appeared groggy after spending as much as a month sitting on the toilet.
McFarren says Babcock developed a phobia about leaving the bathroom which stemmed from beatings she received in her childhood.
But despite his professions that he was caring for his partner of 16 years, authorities have indicated they are considering charging him with mistreatment of a dependent adult.
Babcock's legs atrophied (suffered muscle wastage) as a result of her sitting on the toilet for so long and it's not known if she will ever walk again.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
SAN FRANCISCO—You want pancakes, but the idea of adding water to powder and stirring it around just seems like too much effort. Enter Batter Blaster, the pancake you just point and spray.
Gastronomic genius? Or sign of the apocalypse?
It all depends on how you feel about really fast food.
For Nate Steck, part of the two-man team that developed Batter Blaster, the product is a way to put something hot and tasty on the table of people who have lost touch with the most important meal of the day.
"If you sit down with your family in the morning, you can cook these pancakes so quick," he said in an interview in Batter Blaster's new offices in a south-of-Market alley in San Francisco.
"You can actually give the house that smell of home cooking," Steck said. "You're not burning the frozen waffles in the toaster. This heats up the house. The kids like it; they feel like they're spending some time with the family."
The contents are pressurized and the can has a nozzle similar to a whipped cream can, which can unleash artistic aspirations in the way of animal, geometric and letter-shaped pancakes.
Preparation: Shake the can firmly before spraying. Clean up: Rinse the nozzle under running water after using.
The product, which is organic, comes more than a century after the launch of the first convenience pancake product, a powdered mix that eventually would be called Aunt Jemima Pancake Mix.
Ashton Kutcher is a genius! First, there was Punk'd and now news has come that he's developed a show titled, Pop Fiction.
So why is he a genius? During Punk'd we saw Ashton playing pranks on celebrities, but the tables have turned for his new show. He has called in his celebrity friends to help him punk the media.
According to USA Today, Pop Fiction, an eight-episode series, is a prank show targeting paparazzi and gullible media outlets. It's made with the eager help of stars, who were the laughing stocks of Kutcher's former MTV show. This time the shoe's on the other foot, and the series has been kept so tightly under wraps that E!'s own website fell victim to the Hilton hoax and other planted stories that producers won't yet divulge.
Many are saying that the entire media circus involving Paris and the shaman was all for an episode of 'Pop Fiction.'
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Now of course, i am by no means a Stanfurd fan but I gotta say that the last call of regulation (a foul that gave UCLA's Collison 2 FT shots to tie it up with a couple seconds left) was BS. Not only was it BS because it was bullshit but it was BS because it was a clean blocked shot.
I'm sure that being a ref is a tough job and that making the right call all the time is impossible BUT when it comes to the final minute of a game (and an incredibly important game especially), the right call is often NO call. As a referee, you have a tough position - while your actions can determine the outcome of a game, they never should. It is unfortunate that they did this time.
Also, Collison should learn some basketball respect - there is no reason he should be trying to score 2 more points when his team is up 8 with 5 seconds left. dribble the ball out, let the clock run down, and take the victory you shouldnt have had.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Check out her latest Video (below). Girl is damn near 40 at this point. Apparently they modeled the guy in the video after me, but I can't get a confirmation from her record company at this time.
Verdicts in. Hottest woman alive. She's not even old enough to be considered a cougar really, but rest assured she will be the most exquisite looking older woman.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Michael Beasley (19 yrs old, 6'10, 235 lbs) compiled an astounding record of 138-5 as a high school player: 30-0 at National Christian Academy in Fort Washington, Maryland as a freshman, 33-1 at Riverdale Baptist School in Upper Marlboro, Maryland as a sophomore, 40-1 at Oak Hill Academy in Mouth of Wilson, Virginia as a junior and 35-3 at Notre Dame Prep in Fitchburg, Massachusetts as a senior.
He attended six different high schools before college. He played on the same Maryland AAU team as Kevin Durant.
Beasley averaged team highs of 13.8 ppg. and 8.3 rpg at the 2006 FIBA Americas U18 Championship.
Here are his current stats as a freshman with Kansas State:
26.7 PPG (top 3 in D1), 12.6 reb/g (best in D1), 54.0% fg%, 1.6 blk/g, 1.4 stls/g
if you havent seen him play, he can use both hands equally well - i think he is right handed but actually shoots left. when he is playing, he is noticeably better than everyone on the court. Look for this guy to be playing 4 or 5 games a week soon.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Saturday, March 1, 2008
March is an ugly month for gamblers. It is a time of deep mud, foul treachery and guaranteed personal failures. I have always hated March, for personal reasons, but as a Gambler, I Really hate it.Nothing good has Ever happened in March. It has Never failed to bring horrible Fear, Grief and extremely tangible Loss down on me -- and I know in my heart that this year will be no different. I get the creeps every time I look at the calendar. ... Big trouble, soon come.
Even Astrologers will tell you that March is a time to lay low and beware of taking Risks. Disaster is Certain because March is ruled by Mars. The sun is in Pisces, which is the worst time of Any year for making Decisions. They are sure to be made for reasons of Emotional disturbance, rather than Logic or rational thought. That is the Law of the Universe.
And that brings Us, as Gambling people, to the terrible truth that March is also the month of the NCAA men's basketball tournament -- and we know what That means for Gamblers, don't we? Yes, sir. It is Extremely Dangerous territory for even the coolest and calmest Professional risk-takers -- much less for emotionally berserk Amateurs with "Home Team Fever." Those people are Doomed. That is a Mathematical Certainty, like a game of Musical Chairs with only One chair.
Indeed. I have scars on my soul from past gambling disasters that will Never heal over. I still suffer hate and pain in my heart every time I see the word "Duke" on a TV screen, and that rotten Thing happened nine years ago when that Swine Christian Laettner hit that impossible last-second shot against Kentucky. I still have a Memory Block about it -- but as I recall it was in the East Regional final that is still known as "the Best basketball game ever played." Geez, it Was and remains the Worst Shock I've experienced in my Life.
March is a month without mercy for rabid basketball fans. There is no such thing as a "gentleman gambler" when the Big Dance rolls around. All sheep will be fleeced, all fools will be punished severely. ... There are no Rules when the deal goes down in the final weeks of March. Even your good friends will turn into monsters. They will watch you intensely for any sign of emotional commitment to your bets, and then jump you like snakes on a toad. Loyalty is a fatal weakness in this business. This is an open invitation to a Beating.
I have been keenly aware of this problem for many years, and I am quick to take advantage when I see it in others. Any jackass who will bet his Heart instead of his Head on NCAA Tournament games is either a brain-dead Sucker or temporarily Insane. And all Suckers are fair game, especially when they're crazy.
And that's about it for my Wisdom. I have preached it forever, yet for some sick reason I have never been able to cure myself of it, even when I know it brings pain.
Only two years ago, my good friend Ed Bradley walked into this house and beat me like a gong out of $4,000 on a Kentucky-Arizona game that suddenly went Wrong and bit me in the face. I was completely Humiliated, in front of my friends and family. They laughed like a gang of Hyenas.
I will never forget it -- at least not until my people go up against Duke in two weeks. Hot damn! I can hardly wait. We will beat them like stinking animals. Selah.
-Hunter S. Thompson