Natick police said the mother of the 9-year-old birthday boy apparently became enraged because the other woman’s son was “hogging” an arcade game.
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Now that we’ve covered birth, we can cover death:
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Maybe the “severe punishment” is that you’re damned to haunt a Chuck E. Cheese for eternity?
The pythons can be 20 feet long and 250 pounds. They are highly adaptable to new environments.
A past NaNoWriMo novel I’ve been editing and doing further research for is about the trade in exotic reptiles, so this isn’t exactly news to me. It was the alarming Disaster Movie of the Week tone of the article that made it a must-post.
And make no mistake, I find it highly alarming.
[tag]Tom Cruise[/tag] makes me laugh. He also makes me glad that, no matter what, at least I’m not that crazy. But there’s still the dark side, the whole [tag]Katie Holmes[/tag] situation. I think of her and I just feel like we’re all complicit in some sort of passive crime.
Last year, [tag]Rebecca Traister[/tag] wrote a thought-provoking piece for [tag]salon.com[/tag], “Holy fem-bot, Batman! Katie Holmes is turning into a zombie in front of our eyes. Pass the popcorn.”
Jul 13, 2005 | It will come as news to no one that there’s something hinky about the Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes Relationship Extravaganza. It’s a hilarious sham, so transparently ripe for satire that it — along with a couple of shark attacks and a hurricane — has managed to distract us from things like the Downing Street memo and how many people are dying in Iraq.
Hooray for Hollywood! Providing sweet relief from reality since World War I!
But it’s all fun and games until somebody loses an eye. And if the cover story in August’s W magazine is any indication, “Batman Begins” star Holmes has had both her peepers gouged from her gamine face by a sharp Tom Cruise stick. Reading the piece, it’s hard to ignore the rather awkward position we, consumers of America’s cotton-candy media, have gotten ourselves into. Holmes’ goring just officially stopped being fun or funny; suddenly we’re not simply fans or spectators, we’re accessories, standing idly by in uncomfortable paralysis as she gets her body and mind snatched on a national stage.
Despite this, Husband and I can’t stop quoting Tom Cruise. We’ve just cancelled all of this from our area.
I seem to have gone from bacon week to photography to cult week, although I’m not sure how or why. These things just happen, I guess.
Husband has become obsessed with the Tom Cruise video and has found the entire Scientology awards ceremony on google video. It’s divided into two 20 minute videos. Part 1 and Part 2.
“A handful of us are working our guts out to beat Deadline Earth!”
I haven’t watched all of it, but Husband is transfixed. Maybe he’s infested with Thetans.
Watching the [tag]Tom Cruise[/tag], [tag]Scientologist[/tag] video posted on [tag]Gawker[/tag] is like driving by an accident that you can’t help staring at.
By now, presumably, you’ve marveled at the whole bizarre mess . If you haven’t watched Tom Cruise talk about his scientology mission, go watch it now.
Then, have a good stiff drink and come back.
Then, watch [tag]Craig Ferguson[/tag]. His version of the video is as funny as the original is scary: