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Perhaps in hotter weather the deal would have made more sense, but an Indiana woman's offer of her above-ground pool and $200 in gas money just wasn't enough to lure an undercover FBI agent into a plot to kill the Hoosier's ex-boyfriend.

Heidi Friedburg, 30, and her current boyfriend, William C. Alexander, 31, of New Carlisle, Ind., were arrested Monday as they unloaded Friedburg's disassembled swimming pool to seal the deal with the would-be hit man in a south suburban parking lot, Chicago Breaking News Center reported.

Ross Rice, the FBI spokesman in Chicago, said he believed it was the first murder-for-hire case that began with text messages -- and without a doubt the first time a pool had been offered as payment.

"How low can we go?" Rice wondered aloud.

The swimming pool, he said, had been seized as evidence.

-from nbc.chicago

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And here they were bitching in court just last month that we were taking her children away. I wonder why?

I usually don't do ABC Felony court, only D Felony Thefts, Batterers, and Drunk Drivers, but because of the holiday upcoming we did a few initial hearings for the Big Criminal Court and, joy of joys, we had a 51yo guy who'd just got arrested for raping his mother.

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To the TV Guide reviewer gave Merlin low ratings, but Adam Markovitz of Entertainment Weekly has this to say:

NBC's new medieval adventure poses a question that has no doubt been puzzling Arthurian scholars fofr centuries: What if Merlin, the bearded old wizard, was actually way hot? The rollicking U.K. import is more O.C. than Camelot, reimagining its hero as a young undercover warlock working as a manservant for the cocky Prince Arthur. Cheesy? Sure. But there's enough sword-clanging action -- not to mention homeoerotic tension -- to keep viewers happily entertained for a spell. (B+)




I'm surprised they didn't compare it to first season Clex. *g*

It's going to be 105* today with the heat index and humidity. It'll feel like getting slapped with a sticky, wet towel in the face the moment you step outside. Which means it'll only be 101* in our air-conditionless house.

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• You assure a person.

• You insure your car.

• You ensure everything else.

Alas, Eyesheild 21 has come to an end and it, like PoT, was worth every sports second (even though we never did get to find out about Hirima's dad). Jyumonji ended up being my favorite character with Hirima the insane second. I thoroughly enjoyed its run. One can only hope that the manga-ka will write a side story like The New Prince of Tennis!

The third annual Zombie Apocalypse Day was yesterday. And I blogged (badly) like it was the end of the world.

I'm here in my basement, using up the last few minutes on my dying laptop battery to tell you you're not alone. Movement seems to draw their attention, so try to get somewhere with as few windows as possible. I've got well water and a toilet and I can only hope that the main power doesn't go down. I've been listening to the news on the emergency radio and it's not good. They're everywhere, multiplying like rats, spreading their infection like a plague. Do not go outside. Do not draw their attention. Stay safe. And remember, you're not alone.

For now.

There is an alligator in Pine Lake in LaPorte, Indiana. An actual alligator. 0.0

Apparently, there is more than corn in Indiana.

One Piece Thriller Bark arc is fully subbed, and has been for quite a while now. I am a shamed One Piece fan for not checking for months, when I've been waiting for the entire arc to be subbed to watch.

But it is subbed, and thus I need to have a fifty-five episode(!) marathon. Good thing it's a holiday weekend.

titti is not allowed out of my sight in San Fransisco, or else "Big Leslie" shall kidnap you in your HP garb at a boardwalk amusment park and I will have to sneak-rescue you through a broken wall that leads to a hallway with four doors, with you in a thankfully not locked room. I made sure to also grab your iPhone upon rescue.

And it's right at the movie theater to get back to the con hotel.

Fan-freaking-tastic. Even the Man was all \o/ - a rarity these days because movies tend not to take the time to build a plot and characters. Star Trek took its time with the actual story, throwing in fights and big booms as sprinkles on top.

Of course, I've talked to people who have hated it because they felt it -didn't- have a story and it was just explosions, which makes me go yay diversity! at the same time marveling over how people view the same thing differently.

Got the vacation pictures back and I scanned the fish ones in, because I had the most fun fishing on the trip.

( Fish! )

Thanks to bronzetigress I have learned that there is New Prince of Tennis chapters! It looks like it'll be similar to the current Eyeshield 21 'all star' arc, which is fine by me. I get to see all the favorites battling together against a new foe - high schoolers!

Best part: even though Akutsu left the Yamabuki team prior to Nationals, he's playing in this all star camp. (It's post-nationals, but before the school year ends. Probably a summer break camp.) I've only seen him and Sengoku so far from Yamabuki, but wherever Akutsu is, Dan isn't usually far behind... and hopefully my PoT muse won't be far behind that!

*dance of joy*

誕生日おめでとう tangledaria-chan!

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I had this great dream last night starring a bald Michael Rosenbaum and Colin Morgan. Set in lovely cinematic style, MR played a serial killer/vampire who spies CM one night and decides he wants CM to be his new Renfield due to CM's not-so-nice actions in a club. So MR offs his elderly Renfield - a big surprise to the old codger - and entices CM with money to work for him. CM agrees.

Now, normally, MR doesn't care about his Renfields and easily kills them off if they do something wrong and/or end up anti-vampire, or simply don't want to be the Renfield anymore. His past Renfields have been of various ages and are all now six feet under. But naturally, CM is pro-vampire, does his job very well, and also acts like Merlin to Arthur, and therefore MR falls in love with him and wants him to be around vampire-forever.

And then CM dies abruptly from a stroke, outside in the snow, one random day.

MR is devastated. Cue anguished scene of MR clinging to CM's lifeless body and howling in despair.

Later, there is a cemetery funeral in the grayness of pre-dawn, with MR and the priest the only ones in attendance. MR is in all black suit with sunglasses on. The priest leaves after the sermon. Alone, MR stands there for a long time before he touches the dark wood coffin, whispers "Goodbye," and leaves.

A new Renfield, another elderly man, is standing by the tinted-window vehicle on the cemetery road. MR snaps at him that they're leaving and gets in the back seat car. The new Renfield gets in the driver's seat and drives down the winding road of the cemetery. In the vehicle, the camera focuses on MR's patented blank face with emotionally damp eyes before blurring past him out the rear window to CM's coffin being lowered into the ground.

The movie fades to credits.





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So we've hit the episode in Series 8 where the boys go on a Caravan holiday. You can see the results of their holiday by the icon. *snicker*

This was our second go around on this episode, and this time we were defending caravaning instead of simply yukking it up. Stuff like "you'd go faster in a bigger vehicle, but Britain doesn't seem to have trucks" and "to reverse into a campsite, you put your chin on the steering wheel and look into the rearview mirror to steer correctly." We also had many "remember whens" with the million-point turn on the highway, the knocking into poles (without damaging things, thankfully), and we've had a flat before on Short Round himself.

But we've never set fire to our Airstream, or the neighbor's.

June 13 - Zombie Apocalypse Day ("Blog like it's the end of the world.")
September 19 - Int'l Talk Like a Pirate Day - yar!

Three blondes died and are at the pearly gates of heaven. St. Peter tells them that they can enter the gates if they can answer one simple question.

St. Peter asks the first blonde, "What is Easter?"

The blonde replies, "Oh, that's easy! It's the holiday in November when everyone gets together, eats turkey, and are thankful and stuff..."

"Wrong," replies St. Peter, and proceeds to ask the second blonde the same question, "What is Easter?"

The second blonde replies, "Easter is the holiday in December when we put up a nice tree, exchange presents, and drink eggnog."

St. Peter looks at the second blonde, shakes his head in disgust, tells her she's wrong, and then peers over his glasses at the third blonde and asks, "What is Easter?"

The third blonde smiles confidently and looks St. Peter in the eyes, "I know what Easter is."

"Oh?" says St. Peter, incredulously.

"Easter is the Christian holiday, that coincides with the Jewish celebration of Passover. Jesus and his disciples were eating at the last supper. Then the Romans took him to be crucified and he was stabbed in the side, made to wear a crown of thorns, and was hung on a cross with nails through his hands. He was buried in a nearby cave which was sealed off by a large boulder." St. Peter smiles broadly with delight. Then the third blonde continues, "Every year the boulder is moved aside so that Jesus can come out...and, if he sees his shadow, there will be six more weeks of winter."