On Aug 15 a three year old boy from Middletown Marcus Fiesel, was reported
missing. The truth has finally come out.

On August 4th Marcus’s arms were tied behind his back, wrapped in a blanket and bound with packing tape, and was locked into a closet by his foster parents. The boy was dead when they returned from thier two day long trip on August 6th. The foster dad then took the boys body to a rural location and burned it, several times, and reported him missing, over a week later. They claimed innoence even while they moved to a new house just days after he went missing. Then the until the police found the body, not far from a remote house of one foster mother’s family members.

no national outlet has reported it, it’s largely been ignored due to the renewed media obsession with JonBenet Ramsey.

Was it that Marcus was a boy? That he was dark haired? Or that he was poor and in foster care?

Sing it brother. This was on tonight on MSNBC.

A couple more great Olbermann pieces here and here – and entirely approriate tribute to incompetance on this Katrina Anniversary

Interview with President Orangutan on the Today show just now (and I backed up the tivo to get this exactly:

“We reject the ideology of extremists who kill innocent people to acheive political objectives.”

We feel the same way, Stimpy, we feel the same way. Only thing is no other world power is big enough to oust you for doing the same thing.

Then he also, when the Brian Williams questioned him about his recent odd reading habits (Philosphy and Shakespeare – who I’m sure he likes for the butt jokes – versus his usual biographies and stuff.) said , and I’m not joking here, I backed it up to play it several times… “I’ve got an epileptic reading list.”

:::head on table:::

The word is ECLECTIC you moron. Where are all the good asassains in the world anymore? Are they all buddhists now?

“The key for me is to keep expectations low.” (while smiling like a goober)

Mission accomplished.

Me: So Pluto is getting no lovin’ anymore. Downgraded from planet to… Dwarf Planet? How is that not a Planet planet?

Imaginary Astronomer: Well… it’s complicated. Your mundane mind would never understand.

Me: Fair enough. Why is it called a dwarf planet then? The word planet is still there. You science dweebs aren’t clarifying anything.

Imaginary Astronomer: Here. I’ll make this clearer – DWARF planet.

Me: Right… Uhm, Dwarves are funny.

Imaginary Astronomer: Yeah! I love it when they dress up in little costumes.

Me: Me too. Comedy Gold.

He levitated to it.

:::rimshot:::

YaleShmale – Graduating from an Ivy League university doesn’t necessarily mean you’re smart.

The pitch certainly proves the point. I’d go there.

Dave posted about these records from Baby Rock that take cherished rock groups and translate thier most beloved hits into disgusting twinkly Musak not worthy for an elevator in a doctor’s office.

You know what music I had a kid? Sesame Street and whatever mom was listening to (Beatles most likely). And we were all fine. Did any of you hear Purple Haze at a young age and go home and have nightmares?

As a Cure fan I first pulled up the album of thier songs and was quickly disgusted. Not only were those original songs something I wouldn’t think twice about letting a kid listen to to begin with, but I barely heard a clip I recognized. They even managed to mess up Lullaby, which is an intsrumental and pretty darn fine on it’s own for what it’s named after. Simply hideous. If I were Robert Smith I’d sue.

Enter The Sandman by Metallica sounds like a 50’s jazz trio. I half expected Mel Torme to start scatting.

What no Van Halen album? I just have to hear how “Hot for Teacher” sounds on the Xylophone. (That was for Dave)

What is it with parents nowdays? They have to sanitize everything. Music, shopping carts, door handles… just makes me waht to have a kid out spite so I can rub it in everyone’s faces. I’ll roll her hotdog on the filthy floor I never wash before she can eat it, encourage her to eat bugs, make her sleep with the dogs, play The Wall during storytime and then, my masterpiece… teach her to cuss like a sailor so she can tell off her pre-school teacher. Almost all our cursewords are mostly middle english, germanic, or anglo saxon and I’ll be damned if does anything but use our entire cultural lanuage, damn it. Ain’t IS a word, and a perfectly good one. So there! And most of all she’d NEVER be allowed to own anything like a Wiggles album (or whoever is hot at that time)… but I’m 37 and don’t want kids… so this is all just talk.

Now I have to grab the ipod to go to bed tonight and crank up the REAL Cure to wash this crap out of my synapses.

Seems rum is the new tequila.

“Parker Ward had no answers for why he had sex with the corpse of a woman he found dead inside a camper home. Asked what happened on that night of Dec. 27, Ward began by saying he was “pretty much drunk” that night, having had about six rum drinks.”

Rum. Dead body.

Who knew the Jolly Roger was actually Pirate cold booty call?

No really, taking pictures of real wild squirrels next to real vintage cameras. No computer editing, he swears. Some are completely odd and others entirely cute as hell. Hours of time well spent!

Every issue of the New Yorker on a portable hard drive. For $299 you get an 80GB hard drive loaded with every article, poem, short story, advertisement and lame cartoon that has appeared in the over 4,000 issues of The New Yorker Magazine since February, 1925. The vintage ads alone MIGHT be worth it (depending on res/format) but does anyone really WANT every one of those unfunny cartoons? Does anyone outside NYC even care that this magazine is still being published?

Up late one night right before leaving on vacation I was YouTubing, somehow I ended up watching Lonelygirl15. Probably the most talked about (possibly) professionally fictious latchkey teenage drama-laden web cam girl with confusing boy problems ever. She’s had like a half a million hits, so I’m prolly late on this bandwagon.

I didn’t stop until I’d watched all her videos, and even some video reponses, and even subscribed to her videos so I would know when new ones were out. I’m 37 and watching this crap and I’m not sure why!

Some of it can only be defined as “charming” or “quirky”, but that’s not the hook, and I’m not sure what the hook is. There are many who have some very good points that suggest that Lonelygirl15 is a Fake. I’m not sure I care, really.

What I can’t figure out is what the purpose is. YouTube ad hits? Some viral lead-in to a TV show in the works? Music promotion? Musty dusty old Aleister Crowley booksales? Some brilliant yet subtle marketing scheme (and they’d have to be brilliant, because it’s pretty darn subtle if it’s there)? I’m not sure what product is on there other than pink feather boas and a goofy purple monkey handpuppet. It’s all very “interesting” and I’ll leave it at that. I think at this point I’m waiting around for the punchline.

Anyway, you google LonelyGirl15 you’ll come up with lots of stuff, conspiracies, and even I’m sure a bit of fanfic (that I will NOT go look to find to see if I’m right or wrong) and a crap load of blog and news articles, so I wont’ link death this. It’s out there if you are curious.

That all said I’m complelty disgusted withmyself that I’m not only following this debate but actually blogging it, but at a loss for anything else to post today, there you go.

Five people chosen to live together – In IKEA
(Maybe they should have told them first)

This Vimeo Video is most cool: If only all decorating (and assembly) was so easy!

And here is a video montage of some folks having too much fun in an IKEA.

Now the SCA folks out there will roll thier eyes, but this actually has nothing to medieval stuff. (Authenticity is our little pinacle ideal that we strive for academically to the point of being a complete buzzkill to everyone else.)

I keep seeing ads in magazines, websites and segments on TV shows, to help women be more “authentic” and offering “authenticity training” to groups and even businesses. I’m sorry this just makes me laugh.

Are there that many women out there struggling with this being non-authentic thing? What the hell is being “authentic” even mean? If you aren’t do you still have to pay taxes? What level of lying to others flips the switch from two faced weenie to un-authentic hack?

How many of these women wear shoes that cost more than a house payment, carry $800 handbags, have Botox injected into thier faces, get thier boobs filled full of silicone, and yet they worry they aren’t “authentic?” Hell, at some point in there I’m not sure you even qualify as 100% human anymore.

Anyway – If I see this word one more time outside an academic or antiques venue I’m gonna puke. How’s that for “authentic”?

Girls Gone Wild founder is a class-A jerkoff creep – and I’m so happy I do not have kids because if I did I might be forced to run this guy over with my car.

But maybe if those young girls had been given “Armor of God PJ’s they’d want to keep thier clothes on despite being liquored up within an inch of thier life.

That’s my house at the top… IKEA is at the bottom… all in all about 8 or 10 miles. I won’t even have to take the highway.

And only in NYC could this sentence be parsed:

A gang of petite but ornery lesbians pummeled and stabbed a DVD bootlegger in the West Village early yesterday…

That’s quite possibly the best first sentence ever written.

Tired. Pissy. Dirty. Sore. Disgruntled and generally apathetic (About everything except the IKEA news).

More tomorrow after sleep washes away the shame.

I told Jen I’d post something for her while she was gone and I know I’ve been slacking… And late…

So without further ado – A Beaver Waving a Flag.

She’ll be so proud of me.

It’s happened! Go to OHIKEA! I can’t belive it and here I am OUT OF DAMN TOWN! STUPID SCA! I’m just on cloud nine here, it’s * MILES FROM MY HOUSE! .

Butler county is truly blessed, Jungle Jims, IKEA and Touchdowwn Jesus.

I Just wanted to touch in with everyone, i’m on vacation and my idiot brother is not posting! BAD CHRIS! No Boursin for you!

I haven’t forgotten you justs out of town, be back maybe friday! (Chris post some links will ya!?)

Reading this really struck a cord. I hold no hope our country will adapt such laws, and that’s horribly depressing to me as I get another year older.

As some of you regular folks know, Mr Dad (my father in law) died about a month ago. His liver and kidneys had been all but destroyed by faulty mediciations and lousy doctors who don’t read charts. Dialysis had gone as far as it could over the years, but each time he came out sicker than he went in and his tissues in his arms (where the vien they used was) began to break down. In the end he decided enough was enough, he’d forgo the juggular port that only buys a few months, and just go.

It took seven days and three missed dialysis treatements. Seven days of hell for us, and him, as his remaining faculties disappeared one by one as his body slowly shut down. I would have done anything to spare him those days of hell. It seemed so cruel to just sit there and watch it happen and know there was nothing to do.

The Hospice people were great, don’t get me wrong, they were very comforting for him and us. Wonderful service. It’s just that they aren’t allowed spare him the pain of living – just the pain of dying. And that hair thin line of definition is the problem.

Morphine and VIcodin and the rest only does so much, becasue there’s only so much you can give before it’s lethal. Not even if they are actively dying and in a living breathing hell, you have to keep it below a certain point. And that’s just wrong.

I hadn’t really put much though to it before this year, never had any people in my family so ill that it came up, but now I can’t seem to get it out of my head. After having lived through ten years of watching Mr Dad wither away bit by bit has certainly changed my opinion on the issue. Or at least I have one now.