The Roger Rabbit

mmmhmm

Teh Real McKenzies

For all you Irish music lovers, I'd hardcore recommend The Real McKenzies. It's more punk and upbeat than The Pogues, but it's excellent. I'd check out their 10,000 Shots album.

If it was on netflix, I'd give that shit a 4/5.

Holy Fuck Shit

I must have been off the sauce for too long... one small cup of coffee and I'm twitching and my knee has been bouncing to some irish tunes for at least an hour. Somebody get me a tranq.

TBR News

Pat yourselves on the back contributors, we're now the number one listing if you google "klee irwin slider". According to my quick statistical figuring, that should net us 1 page view every 25.9 years.

Sweet.

DAC

So I discovered this one day when I was super hungover. It's easily one of the best infomercials on the air.

Why you should buy DAC


More importantly, why you should watch the program


Even fucking creepier


Just what I've always wanted... Klee Irwin stalking me... he's checking to see if you've been naughty or nice. Although, I would like that high-five. Apparently he isn't just the most sought after name in internal cleansing... he's also a personal coach! I'd love to have him guiding me through life.

Anyway, check it out at http://www.dualactioncleanse.com/, now with green tea!

Potential Sailing

For next week:

Tuesday
Tech B Classroom (4:00 – 5:30pm; Peter Kapur)
Soma (5:30 – 8:30pm; Alyssa Tenharmsel)
Toy Boat (5:30 – 8:30pm; Kyle Satula)

Wednesday
Tech On-Water Race Clinic (5:30 – 8:30pm; Peter Kapur)

Thursday
Tech B Classroom (12:00 – 1:00pm; Joe Silverberg)
Toy Boat (5:30 – 8:30pm; Peter Mooney)
Soma (5:30 – 8:30pm; Tom Kershner)
Spray (5:40 – 8:40pm; Michael Watson)
HSC Starlight Sailing (7:30 – 11:30pm; Michael Watson)

Friday
Friday Night Social Work Hours (4:30 – 8:30pm; Becky Zarling)

Saturday
Spray (2:00 – 5:00pm; Daniel Jenkins)

Sunday
Spray (8:00 – 11:00am; Michael Watson)
Knotty Rascal (8:30 – 11:30am; Kyle Satula)
HSC Keelboat Picnic (12:00 – 7:00pm; Michael Watson)

Maple Bluff Needs Hos, Maybe Bitches

It appears as though Maple Bluff Country Club is now accepting applications for Hos. It's funny because a "Ho" is slang for prostitute, or more broadly, a woman. Get it?

Medical Journals

So, uhm, my life partner is now published in medical journals. Well, not really medical journals, but you know... science is science. Link Here.

Americans are Easily Confused. Dunkin' Donuts Takes Action.

I never thought that I would spend time defending that harpy Rachael Ray, but alas, I must. Dunkin' Donuts pulled an ad featuring Rachael Ray because she was wearing a scarf that looked very similar to scarves worn by known terrorist groups. Personally, I think it looks more like some sort of pashmina, but that's neither here nor there. Dunkin' Donuts feared that Americans would misinterpret her wardrobe and confuse Rachael Ray as a terrorist sympathizer. The power of American retardation is staggering. In a related story, Chocolate Therapy ice cream from Ben and Jerry's might be a little too chocolaty for my tastes.

David Blaine is Magical

Watch the following videos in order (top to bottom). Perhaps it will bring some sunshine into this gloomy day. And if you aren't one of the 5 regular people who read this blog in Madison, where it happens to be gloomy, WTFuck are you doing at this site? Jesus.

Mostly for Josie

Here are some new acronyms that you should try out, Hulksie:

DMFNFL - Dumb Mother Fucker, Not Fit to Live
DILLIGAF - Do I Look Like I Give A Fuck
PAAF - Pissed as a fart (also PIAF - PIssed as A Fart)
SPAK - Status Post Ass Kicking
TTOAST - Take Them Out and Shoot Them
CRAFT - Can’t Remember A Fucking Thing
CRI - Cranial-Rectal Insertion or Cranial-Rectal Inversion (head-up-ass syndrome)
HTT - Hot Tots and Twats
JAFFA - Just Another Fat, Fucking Administrator
KFO - Knock the Fucker Out
PWT - Po' White Trash
S2 - Sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up
SBOD - Stupid bitch/bastard on drugs
ETOH - Extremely Trashed or Hammered

Apparently these are all acronyms used by medical professionals from time to time. Neat. More here.

Slider's Back

See the title. Hooray!

Bachelor Pad Music: Exotica

Alright, I'm done with finals, graduated, and unemployed... time to continue the tour of Bachelor Pad Music! If you want to get caught up, check out the introduction here.

Exotica is one of my favorite types of bachelor pad music because it reminds me of those old travel books on the South Pacific and Africa. You know, the ones that were typically pretty stereotypical, but made the place look like an awesome place to travel. It also reminds me of a time before globalization made travel pretty much the fucking same everywhere you go; back when McDonald's, blue jeans, and shitty pop music were relegated to the US.

Anyway, exotica was heavily influenced by the sounds of the islands and Africa. They often have bassy drum parts, unique vocal chants or animal-type noises, and a lot of marimba/vibes.

Here's a decent list of representative songs:

Arthur Lyman - Voodoo Dreams

Don Tiki - Primitiva

Henry Mancini - Rain Drops in Rio

Les Baxter - Simba

Arthur Lyman - Tropical

Stanley Black - Jungle Drums

If you want to check them out, along with other Bachelor Pad Music, try somafm.com. They've got a pretty good selection of all types of BPM. Otherwise, I enjoy Ultra-Lounge: Vol 1. - Mondo Exotica.

I Wish They Made RU-486 For Hangovers

Apparently booze, pizza, gyros, and cannoli don't mix well. I don't know wt fuck I was thinking last night, but om-fucking-g am I paying for it today. I haven't puked that hard since freshman year.

Worst part is, I go to shit it out, right, and I instantly feel better so I take a shower. But while I'm showering, the hot water makes me a little light headed and nauseous and I have to puke again. So now I'm puking in the same toilet that I just dropped a humongous post-camping load in which precipitates more puking.

I'm not going to comment on Grebutron's last post at this time because it would probably just be the hangover talking... more like yelling. Well, you jerks know where I'll be. It might not be your couch, but it's still a couch.

Whorecraft is Branching Out

Remember Whorecraft the Warcraft-themed porn site? They're now called "Whorelore" and they're pornifying other games too.

Here is an example courtesy of Kotaku, featuring everyone's favorite Evan Stone.

Guitar Hero 4

Well, it appears as though Guitar Hero has peaked with it's third installment. GH4 looks exactly like Rock Band, which is lame. My life is pretty much over.

The fucking guitar won't even be designed by Gibson anymore.

Still Jerking it to John Mayer

Here's some more John Mayer action for everybody. Mmmmmm.

John Mayer is Also Funny

It's no small secret that I get one of those 4 hour erections when I think about John Mayer. Besides being super dreamy, he also had an incredibly short-lived TV show on VH1 that happened to be quite hilarious. Here is a super silly example of John Mayer's non-musical genius.

FAAAAAAACK

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
IM ALMOST FUCKING DONE 2 HOURS FUCKFUCKFUCKFUKCUFCKUADASDC

THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!

6 hours...

Dance Party Friday

White people dancing! It really is just like television.

If you're interested...

Hey dudes. In the past, some of you have asked about my thesis topic. I'm not terribly articulate when I try to talk about it, so I'm never sure if I describe it properly. I've attached the preface to my thesis below; it should give you a pretty good idea of what my research has been about... if you care.


This thesis developed out my desire to develop a political understanding of organizations that have been traditionally considered in non-political ways. Throughout my undergraduate career, I have been primarily interested in political science because it offers method to understand human and group behavior in terms of the larger social orderings and institutions in which it occurs.

For this reason, I have chosen to examine private government theory, a perspective that seeks to understand a variety of political systems. Private government theory does not confine its scope to public governments; rather it seeks to understand all organizations in terms of fundamental principles that apply to all political systems. As early private government theorists have questioned, “…who has not heard of ‘office politics,’ ‘faculty politics,’ ‘union politics,’ and so on?” since “…the thread of governance runs through all the web of social life in varying forms” (Latham 1952; Merriam 1944).

From my initial research in private government theory, I learned two things. First, the private government perspective is incredibly flexible since it lacks no formally agreed upon definitions. Instead, scholars have relied on a number of assumptions to examine particular aspects of private organizations. Similarly, there is no codified list of assumptions; however, the assumptions different scholars have used are remarkably similar. Second, although there have been allusions made to the potential application of private government theory to crime organizations, to my knowledge, no such analyses exist.

My choice to examine crime organizations as private governments extends from my previous interest in the Mafia and the current relevancy of terrorist organizations. Through my research of theories of crime, I came across another issue that solidified my interest in using private government theory to examine crime organizations. Scholars of organized crime and terrorism have tautologically separated the two types of crime, arguing that organized crime, in addition to other factors that will be discussed later in this paper, is non-ideological. This definition categorically excludes terrorist organizations since they are considered ideologically or politically motivated. Scholars have thus confined their studies of crime organizations to “organized crime” (such as the Mafia, gangs, etc.) and terrorism. I completely disagree with this logic and definition and I saw private government theory as a means to examine both types of organizations based on more general functions, organizational structures, and interactions with the broader social orderings in which they operate.

In order to provide the strictest test of private government theory, I chose to examine crime organizations that are different in as many respects as possible. The Mafia, specifically the Genovese crime family of New York City, is a well established, hierarchical, authoritarian, profit-driven organization. Ecoterrorists, specifically “The Family” cell of the Animal Liberation Front and the Earth Liberation Front, are comparatively new, arguably anarchical, cooperative, ideology-driven organizations. Through my analysis, I hope to test private government theory and contribute to its development.

James Franco Is Funny

More here.

HHC: Unacceptable Bathroom Etiquette

Once again I find myself complaining about bathroom etiquette... what the hell is wrong with people?

Humming or singing while you shit is never acceptable. It shouldn't even be acceptable when you're on your own, much less in a public restroom. I kid you not, I walked into the Wendt bathroom and someone was totally humming and singing. Luckily, he avoided further awkwardness by leaving without so much as a courtesy-rinse, ensuring I would not have to make eye-contact.

Come on. That's just silly.

Hey Guys

Good fucking luck with finals. Stags.

Nice!

I was surprised, in a pleasant way, to find this while going through my lectures.

Slide 1: Immigration Act Amendments of 1965
That was an excerpt from “Thousands Are Sailing” by the Pogues. The choice is a bit ironic in that the song deals with immigration in the 1980s from Ireland, which the reforms of the 1960s made quite difficult. Lesson 41 discusses the Immigration Act Amendments of 1965 and provides basic information about immigration levels since their passage.

Who the fuck would have thought that my ~60 year old prof would know The Pogues.

Disaster Averted, TA Deemed "Best Ever"

From: Best TA, Ever
Sent: Tuesday, May 13, 2008 6:54 pm
To: j.patrick
Subject: Re: PS 552 Paper

j.patrick,

I'll let you know if there are serious problems.
I can also sympathize re: work.
I have talked with Charles, and based on effort I've seen on HW, I'm expecting the grade distribution to be about 50% A 50% AB, with B's only in the event of a really, really poor performance.

Best,

Best TA Ever

PS Grads are on a different grade schedule than undergrads. We have to retake any class for which we get a BC; getting below a BC for us requires some work (ie not showing up at all). Getting a B, in most poli sci grad classes, is something of a harsh grade. Yes, grad school...home of grade inflation. Point being, you'll graduate.

On ÜBERnoise Muzak

One of my favorite things to do when I get really tired during finals week is to create what I like to call ÜBERnoise Muzak. ÜBERnoise Muzak can be best thought of as crack for the ears. It's not good, and it can't be good for you, but it will get your brain percolating.

Interested? My guess is most of you will say no. However, for anyone who wants to have the ultimate noise music experience, here's what you do.

You really only need two things:
1) Noise music
2) Other music

Noise music, as I define it, is music that pretty much sucks, but is loud and uptempo. One great option to obtain noise music (since I assume most of you don't have much on your iPods) for projects like these is through internet radio (I recommend HappyHardcore.com). Good noise music pretty much includes all intense techno-shit or faggy-electro-pop-shit groups like Death from Above 1979 or hellogoodbye.

As for your other-music, that's totally up to you. I often like throwing in songs/groups that have similar uptempo beats, like irish fiddle/bagpipe jigs and bluegrass fiddle/banjo tunes. I bet that Arctic Monkeys, Bloc Party, or pretty much any of the bands that Sammy listens to would work well too. You'll want to play your other-music in a separate music player on the same computer.

Now for the grand finale:
ÜBERnoise Muzak = noise music + other music

Play em both. If the beats aren't synching up, you're not tired enough. If you'd swear on your penis that the songs actually are one song, you're probably too tired to do anymore work. But seriously, the tempos usually do align at least to some extent, and then its pretty awesome. Nothing like crazy yelling with a bagpipe solo in the background.

Note to beginners: do not attempt to combine two noise musics; it creates a SÜPER-ÜBER-TM-CL-SOB-noise-Muzak that is too powerful for the inexperienced. Remember the Nazi's heads as they opened the ark? Yeah... it'd be kind of like that, work up your tolerance.

Top Ten Films of 2007 . . . a bit late.

Top Ten Films of 2007:

1. No Country for Old Men
2. Pete Seeger: The Power of Song / The King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters
3. Superbad
4. Into the Wild
5. Zodiac
6. Knocked Up
7. Once
8. There Will Be Blood
9. La Vie en Rose
10. Rescue Dawn

Notables:
Breach, Darjeeling Limited, Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead, I Want Someone to Eat Cheese With, The Lookout, The Namesake, The Wind that Shakes the Barley, The TV Set, No End In Sight

Didn't see yet: The Savages, Persepolis, Jesse James, Black Book, Ratatouille, Charlie Wilson's War, This is England, I'm Not There

Overated as fuck: Juno

Disappointing: Walk Hard, Atonement, Margot at the Wedding – some great bits of dialog but a step down from The Squid and the Whale (and about 10 steps down from Kicking and Screaming) Hopefully Baumbach rebounds to old form

Awful: any of the roughly 56 movies that Dane Cook starred in in 2007 – Dane Cook is the best argument for any pro-abortion law

Stats Coding Meltdown

Seven Reasons Why The Magnificent Seven Kicks Ass

For a full appreciation, I recommend watching/playing the youtube clip as you read.

1) Steve McQueen (aka, Vin)
I would be proud if my children could be 1/24 as cool as Steve McQueen. Dude is so cool that the directors/producers name their movies after his character (see Bullitt, Tom Horn, Junior Bonner, Thomas Crown, Nevada Smith, and The Cincinnati Kid). Not to mention, he was in The Great Escape and The Blob. He also paved the way for future blond badasses, like Daniel Craig (see right).

2) Yul Brynner (aka, Chris)
While not as awesome as McQueen, Brynner (lower left) is another badass with a heart of gold... like Kenneth. He was apparently in the circus as a trapeze artist, which is both weird, cool, and gay, all at the same time. He also claimed to be half-Swiss and half-Japanese, but this was apparently only a ruse to fool gulible reporters. His Swiss-Russian accent is an interesting take on the cowboys of the old west.

3) Bitchin' Sound Track/Title Theme
The theme song is probably one of the most inspiring ever. I'd put it up there with Star Wars. It also has several lounged-out renditions, which as you may know from my previous posts is a huge for me. If you aren't familiar, you should check out sample tracks: Surf Version (Jack Nitzsche), Cha-Cha Version (The Lounge-O-Leers), and the check the original in the youtube clip.


4) Britt (played by James Coburn)
Britt is a great character; Coburn has been in too many movies to list. Notably, however, he was also a Great Escape veteran. Britt is quiet and awesome with a knife. He proves that you don't have to be big to be bad ass.

5) Charles Bronson (aka, Bernardo O'Reilly)
Bronson is like the father of all bad asses, although I've never been a huge fan. His character's name comes from being half Irish, half Mexican. Also, he dies protecting some little kids that subsequently put flowers on his grave.

6) Lazy Mexicans
Although the characters are surprisingly liberal (we meet McQueen and Brynner while they protect the burial of an Indian in a segregated burial plot), the film still has some funny Mexican stereotypes. Surprisingly enough, none of them seem to have accents. It's not nearly as bad as the Japanese guy in Breakfast at Tiffany's and it could just be a result of old shots, but it's noteworthy.

7) Plot and Feel-Good-Bad-Asses
Most of the characters are hired to help protect a village of poor Mexican farmers and their stories are revealed in pieces over time. Towards the end, you begin to love them because, although they kill a shit-ton of people, they do it out of love. How warm and fuzzy. But on top of that, it's that sort of epic movie that makes you get all wound up. Sort of like me and The Departed, except minus all the obscenities.

I gave this movie a 5/5 on netflix, but it should be noted that Steve McQueen gets a 9/5. Yeah, I'd say I love him. So what, big whup, wanna fight about it?

Notable Non-Buskus Sightings

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=6517350

Not to be confused with our Buskus.

TBR Goes International

Today marks a TBR milestone, we've apparently joined the international community. A visitor from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia stopped by.

I'm not really sure why anyone outside of the clique would be interested in the site... but apparently the goings-on of a bunch of dumb kids in the upper mid-west intrigues some.

Sorry for the Buskus sip of an article. More fun to come.

Screw the Transfer Matrix

Let's Dance!

Bachelor Pad Music: An Introduction

Lounge music is wonderful. It takes you back to the atomic age when cocktails were cool and only the french and fags drank wine. Whether it's lounge or latin, space age or exotica, mambo or moog, there's something in "bachelor pad" music for everyone. Since I've studied the subject for a while (and by that, I mean I have listened to a shit-ton of lounge music), I'd like to take you on a magical tour, through the land of bachelor pad music... Won't you join me?

Let's begin. I won't be considering the "lounge" music of the likes of Frank Sinatra and the Rat Pack. First of all, the Buskus hates that sort of music, due to prolonged exposure in a torture-style environment (aka, an Italian restaurant that he worked at). Additionally, anyone that's ever been to a wedding or an Olive Garden has heard Sinatra-style lounge music.

I'll be looking at a different type, a type that was born in the 50s and 60s from such revolutionaries as Les Baxter, Ferrante & Teicher, Hugo Montengegro, and Astrud Gilberto. This is the music that our grandparents listened to at cocktail parties, back when bartenders knew how to make a Manhattan and before "martini" became synonymous with "fruit juice or chocolate with a dash of vodka."

Over the next couple of units of time, I'll be looking at several sub-categories of lounge music, including ensemble lounge, exotica, space age, moog, and latin.

Stay tuned for next time, where I'll ease you into lounge music through some of the classic enembles and arrangements. Until then, I'll be me, and you'll be not-me... unless it's me reading this. In which case, looking sharp today j.patrick.

Shout Out to the Crick

So, I've probably been spending more time on Google Analytics than is good for me... it certainly is an addiction... but I came across an interesting statistic. Apparently there are several views of TBR from Johnson Creek.

At first, I thought that perhaps my life partner had been viewing TBR from the site of an clerkship. However, upon confronting my life partner, I learned that I was mistaken, as my life partner has not viewed TBR in quite some time. This confounded my befuddlement, but I plan to continue operations under the assumption that there may be some readership base from Johnson Creek.

I would like to take a moment officially welcome our JC readers and share some of their culture with our Madison-based readership.

Johnson Creek, lovingly referred to as "The Crick" by its citizens, is located in beautiful, historic south-central Wisconsin. It has been called "The Crossroads With a Future" due to its location at the intersection of Interstate 94 and State Highway 26. Johnson Creek offers a plethora of ammenities to locals and out-of-towners alike, including the UW Cancer Center and an outlet mall. The population is predominantly white (95% in 2000) and has a male-benefitting ratio of 100 females to 97 males (probably as a result of its proximity to an outlet mall).

If you like cancer, shopping, and women, the Crick is the place to be!

For further information on our brethren in Jefferson County, you can check out the Village of Johnson Creek Website.

You guys got vaginas?

Though I will not be riddling you with questions about the existence of a single herpe, or questions about which celelbutant will be the next to flash her vag, tits, or, on a good day, her vaganus, I will be commenting on the more intimate aspects of my extremely interesting life, which include, among other things, porn addictions, the art of reflecting on being drunk at ages 18-21, hating everyone, and hummus, of course. I will also be writing really long introductory sentences on a regular basis. Never fear, though, because all of these things, especially my porn addictions, are eternally linked with the namesake of this blog, the Buskus. He has been there from the start and, without a shadow of a doubt, he will be there at the end. Or whatever. Just remember to bring lots of corn oil and don't worry, I will be there in a matter of dollars.

The Way of the Sword

This afternoon, I entered my dojo for what would be the fight of my life. I tended to my trusty shinai which I had so carelessly broken by beating people over the head repeatedly. And for the last time, I donned my bogu, wrapped my tenegui around my head, and tied my men on tight. After a troubled meditation, I fought the penultimate battle of my kendo career.

My ma'ai and waza were regrettably lacking, but my ki'ia, ah my ki'ia. I could be heard bellowing for miles away as my shinai struck my opponent. I heard people muttering, "dude's got wicked ki," but only in the pauses as I caught my breath before resounding my triumphant battle cry. And my zanshin, the likes of which one won't soon forget, it was like lightning, first here, then there; "MEN," "DOOO," "KOTE, MENNNNNNNNNN," I cried as I unleashed a barrage of attacks.

When the battle was called, I stood motionless, tasting the blood in my mouth before I retracted my shinai, sonkyo'd, and bowed to my stunned opponent.

As I sat, removing my armor for the last time, I meditated on all the opponents that have fallen to my shinai. It was time for me to move on, to seek a life of peace. As I tore off my zekken, I felt as if a piece of my soul was being torn from my body. And as the final letter bearing the sole name any of my opponents ever knew me by- as that large, bold "B" was removed, my soul was parted from the armor and that way of life. I had cracked the boulder.

Now I am at peace.

-j.patrick-san, kendōka

Stamps

I purchased some stamps today at the PO, I thought I might share them with you.

Ah, jury duty. Where else can red-orange, dark teal, orange, royal blue, chartreuse, indigo, mint green, burnt umber, radiating orchid, brown, violet, and green people all be bored together for anywhere from a few hours to eight million years?

I feel like this is a message we should all remember, what better way to say it than sticking it to every letter you send out?

Other than me, though, who else on earth would ever want to purchase this stamp, except perhaps out of jest? There aren't professional jurors, right? Maybe this is the sort of thing you buy if you were a member of a particularly note-worthy case, like OJ. On the other hand, I would just get the O.J. stamp.

I immediately purchased this stamp when I saw it.

You're probably thinking to yourself, "self, why is there a picture of a white man on a black heritage stamp?" I asked that same question myself. However, if you weren't so ignorant, you would know that Charles Chesnutt (born 1858, died 1932) was an essayist and political activist. While Chesnutt may look white, he was actually of mixed race. This became an important influence during his writing. While some may argue that some of his work resmembles that of Joel Chandler Harris, I feel that it differs significantly, due to the criticisms of slavery. Other scholars have argued that his work is an example of American realism, probably thanks to his formal and often emotionless writing style.

Why can't they make cool stamps?

Is it just me, or is this weird?

I found it in an article here, but I sort of thought it was a joke or something. I'm not quite sure what to make of it, but I guess it's serious. I think the product line is silly, she basically just puts tape over hula hoops... interesting.

Hula Hoopla is based out of Madison, Wisconsin and exists for one reason: to bring the joy of hula hooping to as many people as possible.

My name is Danielle McIntosh, and I have a passion for hooping. I make hoops of all kinds: standard, water weighted, and bean filled. I also specialize in collapsible hoops, which I have taken with me in international travel.

Some people play guitar, some draw, I guess some people do hula hoops.

HHC: MadCity Cops

So I wasn't at Mifflin... I was at a wedding in the FDL. But I read an article that pissed me off.

There were ~6000 people and the cops made 438 arrests (most were "not serious" and alcohol related). That's about a 7.3% arrest/citation rate.

This just provides more evidence that Madison cops are only effective at dishing out drinking and public urination tickets and are completely incompetent when it comes to prevent murder, rape, or assaults on pharmacists.

These cops couldn't catch a fish if their lives depended on it... unless of course they were using dynamite on fish in a barrel. I'm glad I don't pay property tax to these morons.

Happy Fucking Birthday

I'd like to take a minute to congratulate our senior staff writer, Grebutron.

Way to turn 22. You've now officially been alive for as long as two 11 year olds combined.

Pharmacist whacks robber with bat

Pharmacist whacks robber with bat
The Capital Times — 5/05/2008 10:29 am
A bat-wielding robber had his weapon used against himself when a Walgreens pharmacist took the bat away from the suspect and threw it at the robber, whacking him in the back while the suspect fled out of the store.
Eric Harried, 36, Madison, was arrested and tentatively charged with attempted armed robbery, battery while armed, disorderly conduct and a parole hold, following the holdup attempt Saturday afternoon.
According to Madison police, Harried tried to rob the Walgreens pharmacy at 4518 Cottage Grove Road shortly before 6 p.m. Saturday.
"The suspect claimed to have a gun and was demanding narcotics," said Madison police spokesman Joel DeSpain. "The suspect then pulled out a wooden baseball bat and attacked the pharmacist."
The unnamed pharmacist, a Fitchburg man in his 50s, was hit in the arm with the bat, but he grabbed the suspect's knee and pushed it until the suspect fell over, allowing the pharmacist to get the bat, police said.
As the suspect started to run, the pharmacist "threw the bat like a tomahawk," DeSpain said, hitting the suspect in the upper back.
The would-be robber was able to get out of the store, but a responding police officer spotted Harried walking along Hermsmeier Lane and made the arrest.
The Capital Times — 5/05/2008 10:29 am

Staff Meeting

Terrace. Now. Join up, or regret teh beautiful weather. Don't be a sissy and stay at the park toute seul.
jp

FYI

If anyone is interested, I'll probably be doing homework on Teh Terrace circa 2:00pm.
Give me a call if you're down... JC will probably be there later this evening.
It's frickin gorgeous.

America's Sweethearts (2001)

So I'm not a huge fan of this movie, but I thought it should be mentioned on account of the fact that it's got some awesome actors. Also, I enjoyed the movie.

Julia Roberts, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Billy Crystal, John Cusack, Hank Azaria, Stanley Tucci, Alan Arkin, Seth Green, and... get this, Christopher Walken (!) and Rainn Wilson (!).

I mean, you sorta want to kill CZ-J during the entire movie, but the all-star cast makes me dig it a bit. Azaria plays some latino dude with a small penis and Walken plays a whacked out director. Plus, Cusack does his usual awesomeness.

Bah.

WTF!

Zimmermann called 911 and received no help? Great, I'm glad 911 Dispatch and the Police work so well together. Also, why the fuck won't they release the 911 message. God damn incompetent pigs. They can issue a drinking ticket, but can't do shit to protect you.
Bah!

To: Slider | From: Hulksy

Slider,

Where the fuck are you doing your procastinating?

hugs and kisses,
♥ hulksy ♥

Unnecessary Censorship

teehee