Archive for May, 2009
So somehow I wound up reading about entomological warfare recently. I think I actually got there backward, from the United Sates biological weapons program, but I can’t recall if I came in from some other site to swine brucellosis or the M33 cluster bomb. Either way, it’s perhaps semi-comforting to know that ‘murca was always on top of the homicide thing, as usual. Let’s face it, what more constant thing do we have than Americans loving to kill? America! Fuck yeah! Maybe I need another new nickname… hey gang leader, how do you think Joe works for me? *g*
They have a website, too. With more videos, and more hot Romanian girls! Whoo-Hoo!
Is this a caveman they dug up? Is it a special effects movie creation? Is it real? Stick a fork in him, I think he’s done! The grease is staining his shirt. Who drew the picture of a guitar that’s taped to the wall. How did the universe allow the things to occur that ended with this photograph? Sometimes I wonder what is wrong with human beings.
I really have way too much time on my hands lately. I’ve spent a lot of it surfing the Internet, and I’ve learned something. There is no limit to the freaky, weird, horrifying things you’ll find. It can and will always top itself and get worse, somehow.
OK, maybe this is well-known to most people, but I had no idea.
Did you know that Mariska Hargitay, of Law and Order SVU fame:
Was in the back seat of this car:
When it crashed into the back of a tractor trailer, tragically killing Mariska’s mother, Jayne Mansfield, Sam Brody and Ronnie Harrison:
I of course knew about the circumstances of Jayne Mansfield’s death, but I had no idea whatsoever that Mariska Hargitay was her daughter, and that she was actually injured in the accident.
I’m a big fan of SVU, and I’ve always liked Ms. Hargitay’s character, and I’ve just been doing some reading about her, and found out that she is the founder of the Joyful Heart Foundation, whose mission is to heal, educate and empower survivors of sexual assault, domestic violence and child abuse and to shed light into the darkness that surrounds these issues. Bravo!
Jayne Mansfield spoke five languages, and was a classically trained pianist and violinist. Sad that all our culture remembers is her boobs and her death.
Drooooool! Too bad I wasn’t even born yet.
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