There’s Gold In That Thar Water!

Today’s prompt was to find the third article down and include the headline in my post. Here goes…

 

Fugitive US treasure hunter Thompson pleads guilty

 

Considering everything that has come to light today and I’m meant to write about this. Oh well.

 

Apparently, this guy was wanted for evading a civil case against him brought on by his creditors. He and his accomplice had been hiding out in Boca Raton, Florida for two years under assumed names while doing everything possible to evade the authorities. To pay for stuff in cash, they had to have a lot of money. Man, I barely have bus fare. Disappointed smile

 

A plea bargain has been made and this guy will spend no more than two years in jail for skipping out with the creditor’s money. He’s also got to turn over the  $425,380 (£286,000) that was initially seized from his bank account. Considering he’s potentially sitting on top of all that largess, wow.

 

He’s going to be sitting pretty a few years from now.

 

The End. Rolling on the floor laughingRed heartRainbow

Safe Journey Back To Stardust, Leonard Nimoy

 

Leonard Simon Nimoy – March 26, 1931 – February 27, 2015

Not My Clowns, Not My Circus…and Crocheting Too

This whole situation regarding the Cosby allegations has certainly been triggering over the past few weeks. Last night, I donned the asbestos body suit and dived into the comments of one of the Facebook article links. In that unhappy land, were a bunch of apologists, making brash assumptions about exactly what and how a person victimized by Rape should do and act. If it weren’t so pathetically sad, it would have been laughable. Most of the people tapping their fingers and flapping their gums have no experience being victimized and yet they felt honor bound to not only call the accusers every conceivable derrogatory name in existence, but to actually have the audacity to dictate, in their view, how someone who has dealt with such a trauma should behave. Madness.

Really, spare me such ridiculous nonsense.

None of these self appointed guardians of Cosby’s virtue were in the presence of accusers and accused at the time of the incidents, so how could anyone stand there and so vehemently declare his unblemished innocence?

I don’t know either Bill Cosby or his accusers. Nor do most people taking sides in this dogfight.

In all honesty, I don’t like him and never have. I think he’s an arrogant shithead who uses people for his own ends and castigates when he hasn’t got an ethical leg to stand on. Yet, you don’t see me screaming from the rooftops that he’s either innocent or guilty in this situation because I wasn’t there. I would hope that, when the full bevy of facts come to light, everything will fall into place on one side or the other. Sadly, I know from experience that cases like these often go unsatisfied because of gullible people who become staunch defenders even in the face of overwhelming evidence.

The whole thing just sickens me. Not my clowns, not my circus.

In brighter news, if I can ever get from under this somnolent haze I’ve been under these past few days, I am almost finished Ari’s scarf. I’m going to work on it tonight, provided I don’t pass out again and sleep for twelve hours.

Here’s the most recent picture of the scarf.

Everyone, and I do mean everyone, loves the pattern and the colorway of the yarn. The pattern is called the Noro Windowpane Scarf by Adrienne Lash and the yarn details are Knit Picks Chroma Fingering weight yarn in the colorway Prism. I honestly don’t know if Knit Picks will ever sell this colorway again but it’s worth a try petitioning them.

Now onto my craziness. I have been doing a lot of updates with regard to my online accounts recently. I’ve updated this blog’s appearance a bit, got a few new accounts that I’m looking forward to playing with and I’ve even updated my public Facebook page. I’ve also updated my OK Cupid page again, expanding on my interests on my profile. Hopefully, this will all aid me in meeting people I actually want to meet (OK Cupid), aid in my production of fresh new online content (everything else) and over all just save me from the headache of keeping up with multiple accounts of differing names.

Last but not least, I’ve been eating grapefruit. Ye gads, it’s disgusting! Being a completely unobservant silly person, I saw citrus-y fruit in the spot marks “Oranges” at the market and picked up a bag. Little did I know that what I picked up was, in point of fact, the most foul thing to evolve from the citrus line. Grapefruit. Ruby red grapefruit. I didn’t notice it was grapefruit until the Maternal Parental and I had gotten home and couldn’t return it since it’s a perishable. So, there I was, stuck with grapefruit that neither I nor the Maternal Parental could eat owing to medication interactions.

I tried to give it away but no one who was close enough to take it would come and get it. (glaring at Joel and Mike) So, after initially trying one grapefruit and swearing them off for all eternity, I began to eat the rest of them. Mike, in his infinite wisdom and goodness, explained how to eat them with a minimum about of bitterness. Apparently, you have to peel the membrane from the flesh of the grapefruit for it to be palatable.

Why do we eat this again?

I did this and was met with a bitter but not impossible to eat fruit. Then, I started getting dizzy and thought it better that I suspend taking my medications until after this little lesson in paying attention at the supermarket was over with. From a maximum of ten, I have two left after almost a week of eating them.

Of course, the downside is that I’m more dizzy than I’ve ever been before in my life. Somewhere at the intersection of medication still in my system and grapefruit consumption, I am having some nasty side effects. Oh well, it’s one more day or less if I eat these last two grapefruit tonight. Then, it’s three days to clear the grapefruit enzyme out of my system before I can go back, blissfully, to taking my meds.

All because I didn’t want food to go to waste. I’ve got a pathological issue with this that really should be addressed. I know what it comes from: brutally starving as a kid and as a young adult but there’s no reason for me to make myself suffer like this anymore. Yeeesh. 😦

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must get back to work on the scarf and other projects. Later. 🙂

Me Swimming? There’s a Laugh…Not

I was checking out the HuffPost a few minutes ago in an effort to catch up on the news when I came across this little charmer.

May I just say that this is officially the end of my endeavors to learn to swim. o_O

Okay, not really but if I can help it, I’m not swiming anywhere near one of those things.

I do wonder if my Vegan, animal loving SO would hug up close to that one?

I Can’t Believe I’m Up So Early

I watched the BBC News live feed of the Miner’s rescue from the very beginning all the way through to the final rescue worker, Manuel Gonzalez, being brought up. As if that weren’t enough for an insomniacs nightmare, I was up since the previous day having read Chamber of Secrets and the Prisoner of Azkaban back to back.

For some odd reason though, I’m not tired at all. I feel wonderful and happy though.

Congratulations to the Miner’s and Rescue Workers on a job well done.

Conviction Hinges on AOL IM ‘Away’ Message

I don’t know a thing about this case beyond what I’m reading in online articles and in the appeal transcript. I just came across it this morning while searching up news on a completely unrelated raid in DC due to a mention I saw on one of DCs local stations [More].

As such, I cannot even begin to comment on the credibility or veracity of anyones claim in this news article beyond the fact that, in the case of a minor child making such allegations [or having been witnessed in suffering abuse…WTF] it stands to reason to give their story the benefit of the doubt.

Now, anyone on earth who has EVER regularly used a messenger service knows about the ‘Auto login’ issue with some messengers. If its activated, it essentially gives full access of the friends list to whomever loads it. How and why that simple logic doesn’t get through the heads of anyone is beyond me.

Given the nature of the allegations, it wouldn’t be surprising for someone being accused who [on finding they had this potential access] to then put this message up to do just what appears to have happened, give probable reasonable doubt as to the claimants credibility in the eyes of the law and the public.

There are at least two stated cases with a similar M.O. being mentioned and given that both cases involved juveniles one would think that this would be taken into account.

Probably one of the most disturbing aspects of this is the allegation that what was obviously, at the least, statetory rape and, at most, sexual assault was witnessed and not only not reported but turned around on the victim.

Another [disturbing] aspect would be if the mother of the victim chose the defendant over her own daughter.

Just one more situation that gives credence to ensuring the protection of online data and personal information stored on a computer. It also gives credence to the notion of questioning everything rather than automatically siding with one side as in the original abuse allegation. A lot of problems would not have occured had the original situation been questioned.

Police Blotter: Conviction hinges on AOL IM ‘away’ message

by Declan McCullagh

What: California man accused of molesting his stepdaughter says her AOL “away” message calls her credibility into question.

Outcome: Conviction upheld on February 26. [More]

Y’Know…

It’s stuff like this that makes me come within a worm silk of murdering people. No one should ever treat another human being like what this poor kid went through.

The Remarkable Transformation Of One Child
CBS Evening News: After Being Subjected To Unspeakable Abuse, Mia Was Nearly Lost

(CBS) “She bit, she scratched, she almost killed our dog,” said Sharon Behrens, who had cared for many foster children. But the little girl named Mia, who had been brutally abused by her parents, was unlike any other, reports CBS News correspondent John Blackstone.

“In a 24-hour period of time, she could scream as much as 12 hours,” Behrens said. “When she wasn’t screaming, she growled. And it was like an animal.”

Mia would scratch and cut herself. She’d spend much of the night crying.

“The level of terror, when the pediatrician saw her, the neurologist saw her, everyone said: ‘what in the world happened to this child?'” Behrens said.

According to Thom Snyder, the deputy district attorney of Kings County, Calif., the abuse Mia suffered was ritualistic — “Satanic in some way,” he said. [More]

She gives me hope for the future. I don’t know how anyone could ever consider a child a ‘throw away’, hence my stance on societal input [ie The Village mentality] in ensuring the development, safety, and positive parental reinforcement of a childs upbringing.

If only someone had been paying attention sooner, she might not have gone through this but, thankfully, she’s somehow managed to overcome the pain and anguish she so undeservedly suffered at the hands of her genetic contributors [they CANNOT be called Parents, they don’t deserve the title].

And then there’s this situation. Good grief, what a failure on every level.

British Girl Starves After Teeth Pulled
Dentists Removed All Of 8-Year-Old’s Baby Teeth Following Her Refusal Of Treatment

(AP) When 8-year-old Sophie Waller cracked a baby tooth eating candy, it set off a chain of events that led to her death.

Sophie had such a fear of dentists that she refused to open her mouth for examination, so doctors at her local hospital took out the tooth in an operation. One of the medical team told a coroner’s inquest that they removed all seven of her other baby teeth at the same time to avoid the need for future procedures.

After the surgery Sophie refused to eat or even open her mouth for her parents, the couple told the inquest. But she was sent home anyway, and starved to death three weeks after the operation. [More]

This situation is wholly unacceptable and I hope, but highly doubt, that everyone who failed in this situation gets, at the very least, censured.