bolding all mine.
At least she didn’t do a poll dance
Oregon town votes to strip mayor of office over MySpace. Feb. 27: Photos on MySpace of the mayor of a tiny Oregon town in lacy underwear have cost her her office.
ARLINGTON, Ore. - The mayor of an Oregon town who once stripped to her underwear and posed on a fire truck has been stripped of her office.
I wonder why two of our incoming links are “buy cheap propecia” and “cure for impotence.” I don’t need either one of those! The news is bad enough:yet another horrible shooting, this time with legally purchased guns. And the photo? Your typical geek. Nice. Traffic backed up this morning not because of the holiday weekend, but because of a suicide jumper off the 101. Last night two pals of mine ruined their own Valentine’s dinner arguing over Clinton vs Obama. Of course, I don’t believe in Valentine’s Day, so Mr. Lethal and I enjoyed Leonard Nimoy on Colbert without cross words. Nimoy was on promoting his book of larger, lovelier women photographs and managed to get “oral sex” in the conversation. Nice bookend to Miss Fonda’s gaffe on the Today show.
… why not to get an enema in Russia (you know, to be added to the long list you already have):
Unhealthy enemas put tourists in hospital
Thu Jan 31, 2008 5:02pm EST
MOSCOW (Reuters) - Russians visiting a health resort received a rude shock when a nurse used hydrogen peroxide instead of water to give them enemas.
Itar-Tass news agency reported Thursday that 17 tourists in the Caucasus spa town of Yessentuki had to be treated in hospital after the mix-up.
Sources at the sanatorium said the mistake was explained by water and hydrogen peroxide looking the same.
Oh, that silly mistake. And liquid opium looks exactly like Coca-Cola, but sadly, I’ve never been given an opiate on the rocks.
Freeways are DANGEROUS! Bet you didn’t know. Well, read the LA Times and find out all the grim news. Almost as good as a driver’s ed film, “No Place for Pedestrians” gets down’n'gory:
The man who said goodnight to his 53-year-old wife can’t explain how she ended up hours later walking on the Antelope Valley Freeway three miles from their home. The man who stood up in a convertible to remove his shirt probably would have waited if he knew he’d be blown onto the 15. And the 22-year-old skateboarder who decided to cross the 10 near downtown might have reconsidered had he known what awaited.
Someone’s been watching reruns of Six Feet Under, I think. I learned: if you get an accident you’re supposed to stay in your car. Don’t take any offers of help from anyone but a cop. And don’t stand up in convertibles. I have to start reading the LAT more often.
Seventeen hours later she was dead, literally cut in half. Her torso smashed through the car’s windshield and landed in the back seat. The driver kept going, got off at the next exit and discarded the body in a trash bin. When police arrested him, he was covered in blood.
Not only did everyone know it, but a woman (not a detective or journalist) googled “John,” “Anne,” and “Panama” and came up with a dated photo from 2006 that she sent to cops and the Daily Mirror:
The amateur Google sleuth who found the image said she decided to search because she was certain everyone must have an online trace - even those who want to disappear.
“I’m a skeptic. Nobody can simply vanish in this day and age, there has to be something, some sign,” she told the Daily Mirror.
“I’d like to nominate them for ‘World’s Dumbest Awards’,” she added.
“Not only were they photographed, but the date was actually on the picture. It was just too good to be true.”
The photo showing the couple together, smiling side by side, was taken when they stayed in an apartment rented through the firm Move to Panama.
I hope she gets her own show: Mom Detective!
