I'm glad to finally see the prosecution making a case against Scott Peterson. His high powered defense attorney has been making fools out of the police investigators in much the same way OJ's lawyer's did.
We all know the outcome of THAT trial.
It seems they are finally coming forward with some of the more damning (albeit still circumstantial) evidence against Peterson. I hope they've got more to pull out of the bag.
What is it with California District Attorneys? Why is it they can't seem to properly prosecute a murder case? I mean, Arizona was able to convict David Anthony of three murders and sentence him to the death penalty with no bodies and a primarily circumstantial case. So why can't they seem to do it in California?
Everyone knows the bastard did it.
...don't toss them into the city's water reservoir. See, they might mistake it for a bomb and it could cost you $5,000.
Even better than the story, I love the name of the link itself:
http://www.azcentral.com/offbeat/articles/0628costly-poopdisposal-ON.html
I wonder if the people naming URL's for stories get paid as much as the people who name fingernail polish and lipstick colors?
Dayne Kinnaird does the most wicked tsunami--a perfect handstand. Mad Mike's whip is out of control. I have no idea how he gets that bike turned back around in time to land. Nate Adams pulled off a backflip-heel clicker combo that was insane.
Other memorable moments--a dude pulling a backflip on a 50cc dirt bike (yes, a 50!) and another who did a backflip--ON A QUAD. Talk about nuts!
Of course now I'm dying to add all of the Crusty Demons of Dirt to my DVD collection.
It was a great show. If they come to your town, don't miss it.
Had jello shots at Fat Tuesdays in the mall. Drank a daquiri while shopping. Lost some money in the slot machines. Ate buffet dinner until we were about to vomit. Listened to a gondoleer (is that a word?) sing in Italian. Walked until our feet were about to fall off. Drank Starbucks every chance we had. Lost some more money at the roulette table. Walked underneath a sleeping lion. Watched a crazy handler kiss the sleeping lion on the nose. Bought a more comfortable pair of shoes. Had another jello shot. Tossed more money into the slot machines. Looked at freaky-realistic wax statues of celebrities. Walked until the new comfortable shoes rubbed blisters on my feet. Saw dolphins playing slip 'n slide. Observed a white tiger while he coughed up a hairball. Watched a golden tiger spray a small Asian man (yes, I mean he pissed on him). Witnessed lion sexual tension. Decided we'd walked enough and took a taxi back. Realized how hungry we were and ate a huge corned beef sandwich. Danced on the bar at Coyote Ugly. Spent way too much money.
All in all, it was a really good time, but I'm glad to be home.
Pictures of the festivities to follow.
I've been a big supporter of Dennis Green since he was brought in as the new Cardinals head coach. I questioned his faith in Josh McCown, but gave him the benefit of the doubt. I wondered why he wouldn't want to keep Jeff Blake around as a backup, but figured he knew what he was doing.
I hope Denny proves me wrong. Maybe Emmitt fell victim to the Cardinals' curse, and maybe he's got more game left in him than I think.
As usual, though, Marcel Shipp is a 100% pure class act in his response. He has never said a negative word about the organization, even though time and time again he is cast aside as a backup, only to be called up when the guy ahead of him doesn't perform.
I predict that Marcel will once again become the number one guy. If Emmitt doesn't perform, the fans will boo him out of the stadium.
After all, he's a Cowboy at heart.
...I would have put $100 on the Pistons to win the NBA finals in five games or less.
Bah. I'm not a Laker fan (that whole 'gotta root for the home team' mentality, ya know) and I know that a lot of people hate the Lakers, but I hate the Pistons. I'm not really sure why, other than I hated Bill Laimbeer. I wasn't crazy about Isiah Thomas or Dennis Rodman, either.
Oh well... I guess its good to see somebody else win the finals for a change. And since the people in Detroit didn't burn their city down this time, I guess I'm happy for them.
Its not like the Suns were in the picture.
Thousands of blogs bit the dust this week when weblogs.com closed down its free hosting service without warning.
I guess I'd be upset if it were me. I can't understand why it would have made things more difficult to give people 30 days notice to move their content. Oddly enough, the site itself is up at the moment but apparently there are some 3,000 blogs that are inaccessible.
I think there's more to this story that we'll hear about later.
I'm just glad I paid for my own domain and hosting.
We have had a wonderful spring here in Arizona. Any thoughts I may have had of moving to get away from the heat after last year's record-breaking summer have diminished.
Oh sure, the 90's probably sound sweltering to most of you outside of the state, but here its like heaven. By this time last year, we had been subjected to weeks of 100+ weather. When October rolled around and it was still above 100 degrees, I never thought it would end. In fact, we broke the record for the latest ever 100 degree day last year.
Normally we would be seeing 105+ daily in June, but we've actually had a few days this month where we didn't hit triple digits. The mornings are absolutely perfect--high 70's to low 80's.
Let's hope this trend carries forward throughout the summer.
Miller Beer should pick their fights more carefully.
In response to the "President of Beers" campaign launched by Miller earlier in the year, Budweiser has gone on the offensive and initiated a series of commercials taking a direct shot at Miller. It seems that Miller was recently purchased by South African Breweries, and the Budweiser lizards are making sure everyone knows it.
Miller was not amused and promptly sued Anheuser-Busch. However, even though Bud was forced to yank a poster ad claiming that Miller was South African owned, the courts ruled it was okay to continue running the commercials.
They're so damned funny, I just had to share.
Abrupt End (featuring the Donkey from the SuperBowl ad)
Disqualified (featuring Frankie and Louie, the lizards)
Part of a Horse (more with Frankie and Louie)
Bank One Ballpark is getting a new name.
That's fine by me. I never liked the old one.
Something about calling it "Ballpark" always bugged me. Call it Field. Stadium. Even just Park. But not Ballpark.
Oh sure, I know it was chosen so they could have the catchy acronym, but I think BOP could have worked, too. "Let's all bop down to the BOP!"
Okay, maybe not. Still, I don't like "Ballpark". And if they stick with it and call it Chase Ballpark, I'll like it even less. At least now, you can just call it BOB. But what do you call it then? And what will happen to Baxter the BOBcat?
Then again, I never liked the BOBcat idea, either.
Don't get me wrong. Ronald Reagan was a great man and I think its great that people want to pay their respects.
But I don't really understand how waiting in line for 7 or 8 hours to see a casket with a dead body inside constitutes paying your respects. I mean, its just a shell, right? Religious people will tell you the spirit doesn't die with the body. So what's the point?
I'm sure people have good intentions, but in my opinion the body should be laid to rest by family and close friends and leave it at that. If you want to pay your respects, go to the memorial service if you can, or even better, make a donation in his name to the Alzheimer's Foundation. But what is the point of visiting the body in the box??
Don't mind me. I've never been a fan or even understood the concept of an open casket funeral. Lying in a box certainly isn't how I want to remember the people I love.
Come to think of it, that's not how I want to be remembered either.
Kudos to Ben Affleck for coming to his senses before marrying the super-hooch, Jennifer Lopez. She showed this past weekend just HOW MUCH he really meant to her. I sure hope he got the big rock back.
All that "Bennifer" talk we were subjected to for months and months, and the "on again, off again" nonsense? Fooey.
So, anyone wanna bet how long it takes before she kicks Marc Anthony to the curb?
I give it 8 months tops.
Things are looking dismal for the Diamondbacks. If things don't start to improve, the rich snobs who previously jumped off the Suns bandwagon in lieu of D-backs season tickets will desperately be seeking a new social event.
No loss in my book. There's nothing worse than going to watch a game and cheering on your team, only to be "shushed" by some arrogant bastard on his cell phone. Such was the case with the Suns before their decline. I hated going to basketball games because the socialites ruined the whole sports experience for me. Then when the Diamondbacks won the World Series, suddenly all the rich people were baseball fans.
Phoenix is such a fickle sports town. People flock to watch the team when they're winning, then disappear into the night when things don't go well.
If Dennis Green and the Cardinals can actually put a winning product on the field this season, people might actually start to fill the stadium. After all, what else is left? The Suns, Coyotes and now the Diamondbacks have joined the Cardinals as an embarrassment to the wannabe sports fans.
One thing is certain--the first rich guy on a cell phone who tries to silence me at a football game will regret it.