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Thursday, Nov. 03, 2005
Cheeky Story

You know it’s going to be an interesting month when you start things off with not one, but two stories about people who found new and stupid ways to use super glue.

In the first, a Pennsylvania woman has been convicted on assault charges after she used glue on her ex-boyfriend. A report in a local newspaper said Gail O’Toole lured Ken Slaby back to her home with an offer to rekindle a friendship; but when Slaby fell asleep, O’Toole reportedly went glue-happy, using the adhesive to bond some very sensitive areas of Slaby’s body. And just for kicks, she reportedly added a layer of nail polish to his hair. Slaby claimed his injuries included severe burning on parts of his body, impingement of normal bodily functions and discoloration of his hair.

But wait! There’s another stupid glue story!

In Colorado, a man went into the Home Depot store, presumably to do some shopping. While there, he visited the men’s room – only to discover that a prankster had applied a layer of glue to the toilet seat. 57-year-old Bob Dougherty said he felt “tremendous panic” when he realized that he was stuck, and started calling for help. It reportedly took store officials about 15 minutes to call for an ambulance. Paramedics had to remove the bolts on the toilet seat to get Dougherty out, and their patient reportedly passed out as he was being wheeled to the ambulance. Dougherty had a pre-existing heart condition and claims he thought he was having a heart attack while employees of the store ignored his cries for help. He has filed suit against the chain, not for the glue, but for ignoring the problem for as long as they did.

Ah, shopping is always sticky business when men are involved. Better to be glued to the tube than to the toilet, apparently.

Yes,I know that's truly bad. I've worked long and hard to be this bad and I'm very, very good at it. (Said with tongue deeply embedded in cheek. ...And no, not that cheek, silly!)

And here's a sicko story you shouldn't pooh-pooh. After all of the annual scares about drugs and razor blades in kids' trick-or-treat bags, some weirdo took things in a different direction, dropping droppings into a bag and handing them out to a little trick-or-treater. As an prank, that's really rank.

On that truly warped note, I suppose I should switch into a little less flippant mode. Though I can't promise it'll stink... er, stick... Well, you get the idea.

I realized yesterday - too late, of course - that in a dyslexic moment I'd used the language of Typo, in which I'm fluent, transposing from English in my entry title. I really do know how to spell apostrophe... Unfortunately, my haloscan account is set to use the entry title as its means of assigning comments. Therefore if I correct the title it blows off the comments for that entry.

Hopefully most of my readers here are also fluent in typo. If you are, kindly fill in those bilingually challenged. Talk amongst yourselves.

It's been 19 years since a pro-Syrian Lebanese magazine reported on a deal for the US to sell weapons to Iran in exchange for the release of seven hostages. The report led to an investigation into the Iran-Contra affair. The mess would be further complicated when Oliver North and his secretary, Fawn Hall, shredded associated documents. North was indicted on sixteen counts associated with the incident and convicted on three minor charges. Those convictions were later overturned because the court said North's fifth-amendment rights were violated.

Since that date, incessant emails claim that North favored the assassination of Osama Bin Ladin. Unfortunately it ain't so, at least not quite like the email glut proposes. North did strengthen security at his home and refer with concern to another terrorist, Abu Nidal - who was in fact an underling to Bin Ladin.

I finished up Art's new template last night and working on another. Tonight, though, my focus will have to be on one of the two web pages. The one for ex-boss is on the back burner, since he's jerking me around. I'm not lifting a finger on that until I get some money up front, not given THAT bit of history. I've started the other one, though, and like the main image I'm using, though I do think I'm going to go back and do some overhauling. I try to keep file sizes down, granted - but I don't want to compress it so much that I lose all of the detail on the image.

Incidentally, while I've made countless templates and web pages for umpteen people, I am ready to scream at my own. On all of the other pages I've created, USING THE SAME CODING, the scrollbars are colored in Internet Explorer. But by golly, no matter what I do, I can't see them that way for the Radiogurl site. I've rebuilt it from scratch a few times, but nooo... I've run an error check using the W3 validator and a separate CSS check system and everything comes up kosher. So unless the problem is a coding error within Diaryland (which is certainly possible,) I don't have a clue why it isn't working here.

I will figure it out sooner or later, hopefully. My standard modus operandi is to fall back on my second language, Typo, writing the coding with the infamous "scrolltbar" or "bacgkround." Normally when I do that, the W3 validator pinpoints it, and that hasn't happened this time. I still suspect something of that nature.

Well, like it or not, I've got to get back to work. I've got about 20 minutes left on my air shift, then have to get moving on the weekend schedule.

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )