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Found this scrap of a photo in the parking lot of a Goodwill Store. I think it’s a digital print-the quality isn’t so hot. The people in this photo, now THEY are hot.
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Found this scrap of a photo in the parking lot of a Goodwill Store. I think it’s a digital print-the quality isn’t so hot. The people in this photo, now THEY are hot.

Who knew “foot tapping” is used to solicit sex in bathrooms? Personal sexual behavior is private. However, Senator Craig as a staunch Right Wing Republican has used his political power in a very anti-gay way, voting down hate crime and gay marriage legislation. At this writing it looks as though Senator Craig’s going to be forced to resign and enter a “gay rehab.”
Idaho Sen. Craig accused of lewd behavior
From earthtimes.org
WASHINGTON, Aug. 27 Sen. Larry Craig, R-Idaho, said Monday police misconstrued his actions before arresting him for alleged lewd behavior in a Minneapolis airport men’s restroom.
The incident occurred June 11 at the Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport and Craig pleaded guilty to disorderly conduct in Minnesota Aug. 8, Roll Call reported. Craig paid more than $500 in fines, was placed on one year’s probation and was given a 10-day jail term that was stayed.
An airport undercover officer said Craig tapped his foot while in the next toilet stall, which he “recognized … as a signal used by persons wishing to engage in lewd conduct.”
Roll Call reported Craig was detained about 45 minutes, at one point handing the arresting officer a business card identifying him as a U.S. senator and said “What do you think about that?”
The senator issued a statement, saying he had complained to police that they were “misconstruing my actions,” CNN reported.
“I was not involved in any inappropriate conduct,” he said. “I should have had the advice of counsel in resolving this matter. In hindsight, I should not have pled guilty. I was trying to handle this matter myself quickly and expeditiously.”

After 48 years of working together, magic tiger tamers Siegfried & Roy officially reveal they are gay, and have been physically intimate with each other.
Siegfried & Roy have a 48 year long relationship/career. Did they reveal their sexual preference during the darkest dawn of AIDS? As gays fought for the legal protection of marriage? When one of them was mauled horribly and clung to life by a slim silver thread?
NOPE. They’re doing it for a book deal. Private behavior is private, but one can be vague, discrete or stonewall. Lies are bad.
Unlike septuagenarian, George Takei, who openly but discretely lived as a gay man for decades, Siegfried & Roy were “officially” confirmed bachelors. As far back as the 70s, Mr Takei was a member of gay organizations like FRONTRUNNERS. Quiet, but not closeted.
The word Queen is loaded with meaning, especially in a gay context. S&R can learn a lot from George Takei about how to live regally.
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Found this index print on a popular bike trail. Hard to tell where these gals visited by the photos. Photo 12 is the teenage girl that secretly lives inside all women, ha ha ha.

Usually when a messiah’s name is found in an eggplant or aubergine, it’s the name Allah, in Arabic script. This Pennsylvania couple just found the word GOD in their eggplant. A good omen for theists everywhere! But don’t look too closely or you might start to see the non words GID, GIP or GIE.

‘GOD’ spelled by eggplant in Boothwyn
By Peter Mucha | Inquirer Staff Writer
Posted on Mon, Aug. 13, 200
The Lord works in mysterious ways.
Even through an eggplant, perhaps.
Yesterday, Felicia Teske of Boothwyn was slicing a pear-shaped purple veggie purchased at a local produce stand when she noticed the seeds formed a word:
GOD.
“It’s definitely there,” said her husband, Paul.
Unlike other claims, you don’t have to strain your brain this time, he said.
(You may have heard, for example, about the Jesus in a chihuahua’s ear or the Virgin Mary in the grease stain of a pizza pan.)
“There’s no imagination here,” he said. “We haven’t altered this at all.”
So, is it a sign?
“Well, that’s quite an interesting question,” he said. His wife, an office manager for an insurance broker, is switching jobs, so maybe it’s a sign that she’s making right decision.
She is a practicing Catholic, he said.
Offhand, the discovery does seem quite a fluke.
“If she would have cut it one way or the other, it may not have spelled that out,” he said.
Or, if just a fraction different, it might have spelled “GOP.”
Then it might have been an omen Karl Rove was about to quit.
“I’m not sure If there is a message here but God made the eggplant, He formed the seeds and He guided my wife to cut the eggplant where His name would appear,” he emailed along with a couple of pictures.
For now, the Teskes are keeping the heaven-sent slice safely stored, while they ponder the meaning … and whether to sell the sucker on eBay.

Her story is old news by now but the life and death of Issie Blow points out that the fabulous life ain’t that great. Style, breeding and parties are not enough to get one through the dark days. Issie killed herself by drinking weedkiller and was eulogized by Rupert Everett at the BEST funeral in years.
One of her first jobs was working for, and being appreciated by the Devil-in-Prada, Anna Wintour. As an editor, Issie discovered fashion designer Alexander McQueen and hat designer Philip Treacy (who did the Duchess of Cornwall’s wedding hat) while they were both still in design school! She discovered the mannish model Stella Tenant and the luminous ginger model Sophie Dahl, who was the nude in the scandalous Opium ads. Issie discovered many talented people, but did not profit from it.
She was godmother to Brian Ferry’s children. Warhol, Madonna, Rupert Everett, and Plum Sykes were among her many well heeled pals. She was considered a fashion Muse and one of the 10 most influential people in British Fashion. She was featured in fashion spreads herself and along with Treacy was subject of a book and exhibition.
She sure was something to look at. A sort of surreal Olive Oyl. She had a famous raincoat made of colored trash bags. She’d put anything on her head and make it work. She reminds one of a Edward Gorey lady — sad eyed, glamorous and tragically doomed.
To read the laundry list of her friends, accomplishments and jobs doesn’t paint a complete picture. Issie had money, but not ENOUGH. McQueen forgot her when her got the big bucks. Her parties were legend. She and hubby underwent many rounds of unproductive IVF treatment which, along with her smoking, lead to ovarian cancer. Her mother-in-law kicked her out of the familial manse. She got back in the familial manse. She had a strong marriage. It was a heck of a life, full of life.
The hats she so favored often obscured her face. Her fearless costume-y sense of style may have been intertwined with a desire to hide and divert attention. She was truly devoted to being pretty on the outside even wearing scratchy 30′s silver lame on her death bed. Neither she or her husband owned blue jeans. Treacy’s tall ship hat adorned her coffin.

“It pains me to say so,†she once said, “but I’m ugly. I know that’s subjective, so perhaps I should say instead that I’m striking. My face is like a Plantagenet portrait.â€
The fatal poisoning was her third suicide attempt. Her career was in transition. She was aging in a industry fixated on youth and beauty. She was diagnosed with Ovarian cancer, how advanced is unclear. One of Britain’s greatest fashion muses was literally telling people at the BEST parties she was suicidal. She sought treatment including ECT. Those closest her to suffered greatly.
I think the life and death of Issie Blow reflects the shallowness and transitive nature of the fashion industry and society’s inability to deal effectively with mental illness.
She had it all, she had so much, but it wasn’t enough. The best article about her I found was THE SAD HATTER.
Depression sucks, but suicide sucks too.What else can be learned from the life of Issie Blow?



Humans are pretty tough. People have lived with all sorts of foreign bodies in their bodies. Poor Mrs Wegner. At least it was a a pencil. The worst foreign body I’ve heard of was a nice lady who some how had a pork chop bone stuck in one of her buttocks for several years. She was a middle aged American lady and her story was reported in Fortean Times back in the 90′s.

Pencil removed from German’s head
A woman in Germany who has spent 55 years with part of a pencil inside her head has finally had it removed.
Margret Wegner fell over carrying the pencil when she was four. It punctured her cheek and part of it went into her brain, above the right eye.
The 59-year-old has suffered headaches and nosebleeds for most of her life.
Surgeons in Berlin were able to remove most of the pencil in a two-hour operation, but a 2cm section was so embedded it was impossible to remove.
Professor Hans Behrbohm, a specialist in endoscopic sinus surgery at the Berlin-Weissensee clinic, carried out the operation and said Mrs Wegner was now mobile and not experiencing any pain.
“The central part of the foreign body was encapsulated in soft tissue and was not causing the patient any harm, so it was safe to leave it,” he told the BBC News website.
“This was a difficult area to operate on but modern medical techniques meant it was a calculated danger.
“She no longer has a headache and will be able to smell again. Her olfactory senses had been blocked by polyps.”
The pencil measured 8cm (3.1 inches) long, and had narrowly missed damaging an optical nerve. At the time of the accident doctors said it would be too dangerous to operate because it was so close to the brain.
Dr Behrbohm said he was able to carry out the procedure using a 3D reconstruction of Mrs Wegner’s interior skull, and an endoscopic surgical system which allowed him to open the frontal sinus, which had suffered serious inflammation.
Mrs Wegner’s husband, Ulli Wegner, a boxing coach, praised his wife’s bravery and said she is making a good recovery.
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My first reaction was a stunned silence, next came an eruption of giggles. Religion forces people to do some odd stuff.
This swim wear covers not just acres of alluring, creamy white, sexy skin but covers the temple garment, aka funky-Mormon-underpants always worn by devout Mormons. These garments appeal to more than Mormons I’m sure. The black jumper with bright colors underneath looks very Amish. Ultra conservative Christians and some Orthodox Jews may also find this a good option for their womenfolk. I wonder if a Muslim girl could surf in one of these if she covered her head?
Wholesomewear offers clothing from girls size small to ladies 3x and has very reasonable shipping.
My heart breaks thinking of all the girls and women who couldn’t swim or frolic outdoors because of their religious views. The very fact there is a market for this takes the humor away.
Nope can’t help it, that “Slimming Swimwear” title slays me! ha ha ha ha



Great story-poorly written. “I fell off a 6th floor balcony in Myrtle Beach, landed in the lazy river, took a helicopter ride in bad weather and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.” The headline doesn’t emphasize the HEIGHT of the balcony. Details about the “roof over the lazy river” that broke his fall are sketchy. Unclear is whether he landed in the Lazy River pool itself or in some bushes nearby. Records indicate 705 S. Ocean Boulevard is the location of the TROPICAL WINDS RESORT not the Tropical Sands Hotel. The pool photo is from the the Tropical Winds Resort site, which fits the slanting roof and bushes description-and makes the story even MORE amazing because he fell 4.5 floors and bounced off a GLASS roof. Nitpicking, err, fact checking aside it’s a great vacation story for the falling man and all witnesses because of the happy outcome.
Man falls from hotel balcony, walks away
By Jonathan Tressler | The Sun News
Posted on Sat, Aug. 04, 2007
Myrtle Beach police said a man was flown to an area hospital Friday night after he fell from a sixth-floor balcony at a South Ocean Boulevard motel.
The man was taken to New Hanover Hospital in Wilmington, N.C., after weather forced the flight to be diverted from another hospital, according to Myrtle Beach Detective Susan Baker.
The victim’s identity and condition were not available late Friday.
Witnesses to the fall, which happened about 8:30 p.m., said the victim got up afterward and walked away.
Emergency workers found him and rushed him to the hospital.
Witnesses estimated the man fell 4½ floors onto a roof over the lazy river at the Tropical Sands Hotel, 705 S. Ocean Boulevard.
Crystal Thorne of Lewisburg, N.C., said she offered assistance, but the man refused.
“I just heard this loud boom,” said Thorne, who was in the lazy river when the incident happened. “He landed in the lazy river. When I got out to look, he said he was OK and he got up by himself.”
A Roanoke, Va., woman, Tracy Weeks, said she was walking through the parking lot from a neighboring building when she saw that her son’s bathing suit, which had been hanging from their 11th-floor balcony, had blown off and landed on the ledge above the balcony from which the man fell.
She asked the man to try to reach it.
“He looked like he was tall enough to reach up and grab it, but he just lost his balance and flipped backwards, then grabbed the railing like he had it, then he lost it,” Weeks said.
The man slid off the slanted roof and into some bushes, breaking some bark off a palm tree.
“He said, ‘Oh, I’m fine.’ He kept saying he was OK, but I saw him hit, hit, hit and I said he needs to be checked out,” she said.
Baker said the fall was the first reported from a balcony in Myrtle Beach in months. At least two other incidents occurred earlier this year, each resulting in death.
On June 10, a Lenoir, N.C., man fell to his death from a 12th-floor balcony of the Margate high-rise in the Kingston Plantation, and on June 13 a man died after falling from a seventh-floor balcony at the Captain’s Quarters hotel on South Ocean Boulevard.
This is a great, living, breathing wonder. It seems a shame to put it down, but with an incomplete digestive system it’s for the best. Lovely photo.

Lamb born with seven legs in New Zealand
By Duncan Hooper and agencies
Last Updated: 8:46am BST 02/08/2007
A seven-legged lamb has been born in New Zealand.
Two of the extra legs hang useless behind the lamb’s forelegs. The animal has three hind legs, one of them with two hoofs. It walks using its two forelegs and three hind legs
The lamb was born last Friday on the farm of Dave and Di Callaghan. MrCallaghan said he was surprised to find the seven-legged creature, born with a twin, walking round in the paddock with its mother and normal twin sibling. “I have never seen anything like that,” he said
Although the six-day old bleats like a healthy animal, its abnormalities mean it is unlikely to survive.
Veterinarian Steve Williams at the Canterbury Vets clinic in the rural town of Methven said he believed an error during embryo formation had resulted in the lamb being born polydactyl — with many legs — a condition that occurs once in several million sheep.
He said the lamb was also hermaphrodite and missing a portion of its bowel so was unable to pass faeces and would have to be destroyed.
“To keep it alive is probably inhumane really,” Mr Williams told the Ashburton Guardian newspaper.
There was no word on whether any of the legs would find their way onto a dinner plate.