December 01, 2003

--- Where's the Poltergeist kid

--- Where's the Poltergeist kid when you need her, eh?

I'm baaaaaaaack
--- So, Christmas was very uneventful. Very, very quiet, but it was
nice. I got my alfredo shrimp. I also got shrimp cocktail on Christmas
Day. And some cornish game hens stuffed with crab stuffing. As you
might have been able to tell, we made the most of the goodies I brought
back from Florida in October. And it was tasty. I'll share pics of one
of my favorite gifts later, but the husband has informed me that since
he's doing big, memory sucking stuff on his computer, he's probably
going to have to reboot soon. This means, since I'm networked to the
Internet through Gandalf, well, I'd better get this done right the
first time. Besides, it's laundry day. I don't have time to mess with
you people.
--- Watched this last night and was, of course, repulsed.

Only this bozo would charge police brutality over a forty-five minute stay in the Santa Barbara (Santa Barbra!!!! He's lucky he didn't get thrown into L.A. County).

MICHAEL JACKSON: With the handcuffs, the way they tied 'em too tight
behind my back — ED BRADLEY: Behind your back? MICHAEL JACKSON: Yeah.
And putting it, they put it in a certain position, knowing that it's
going to hurt, and affect my back. Now I can't move. I — I — it
keeps me from sleeping at night. I can't sleep at night. And Jackson
says there was more … MICHAEL JACKSON: Then one time, I asked to use
the restroom. And they said, "Sure, it's right around the corner
there." Once I went in the restroom, they locked me in there for like
45 minutes. There was doo doo, feces thrown all over the walls, the
floor, the ceiling. And it stunk so bad. Then one of the policemen came
by the window. And he made a sarcastic remark. He said, "Smell — does
it smell good enough for you in there? How do you like the smell? Is it
good?" And I just simply said, "It's alright. It's okay." So, I just
sat there, and waited. ED BRADLEY: For 45 minutes? MICHAEL JACKSON:
Yeah, for 45 minutes. About 45 minutes. And then — then one cop would
— come by, and say, "Oh, you'll be out in — in a second. You'll be
out in a second." Then there would be another ten minutes added on,
then another 15 minutes added on. They did this on purpose.

I should feel sorry for a grown man who uses the word "doo doo" to describe human waste? This is what qualifies for police brutality these days? I've got one word for Jackson.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

--- The husband sent me this a couple of days ago and I thought it was funny.

Computers really are getting too smart for their own good.

--- And now it's time to reboot. More later.

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