CommonOddity (July – Dec. 2012)

Had no idea the AC/DC down-low got this literally submerged

I’m trying to think of ways the Mexican molly fish is different from human females and I’m not coming up with any brainstorms.

 Its female counterpart is promiscuous and selective. She prefers giant, colorful males, causing smaller ones to show off bisexual behavior to get a mate. LiveScience.com is reporting that female Mexican mollies, also known as Poecilia Mexicana, fall for flashy, big-bodied males willing to defend them with aggression, pushing aside less attractive males to the curb. These aquatic rejects hardly get a chance to compete, but new research is suggesting that if they engage in homosexual behavior, females may actually show new interest. [Fox News]

For all their conceit of unique moral insight, women like bad boys – at least when they’re young. The peacemaker isn’t blessed with as much nookie as are head-busting bullies, and as Richard Pryor noted, “Bitches will get you killed, man.” Believe it. And remember: Whatever happens, there are other fish in the sea. …So to speak.

But for the molly fish things go and get weirder.

In the study, scientists observed males regularly nipping at the female genital opening before mating. However, they sometimes nip at other males’ organs before attempting to mate with them as well. After the females spotted the smaller males nipping at the genitals of other males, their attraction for them was significantly boosted.

It’s a cliché – albeit true – that we guys are turned on by lesbian lovemaking. We can’t help it. We’re visually oriented sexually and nothing could be better than a naked woman than two naked women. Also, I think it allows men to access the forbidden within themselves, perhaps their own latent bisexuality. Transferring those desires onto the opposite sex is “safe”, and doesn’t impinge on our hysterically important masculinity.

But I’ve never heard of women being aroused by male homosexuality. Closest I’ve come is acquaintance with president of the Jeff Stryker Fan Club in San Francisco back in the ‘80s. Stryker was THE superstar of gay porn back in the day, and oddly, fans in this group were all lesbian(!) There’s a subculture among lesbians which enjoys the Big Bend-Over of gay male action.

Don’t think you’ll find that in Kinsey.

So show-biz ‘big hits’ could splash abuse victims’ careers?!

I’ll bet everyone at Atlantic was sitting around talking about… like… ‘what’s the strangest celebrity arc we can trace with statistics and shit?’ They came up with this gem:

…What happens to the careers of entertainers who do what Chris Brown did—that is, get caught abusing a romantic partner. The surprising—and arguably dismaying—conclusion: a good number of domestic batterers have enjoyed long, rewarding careers in entertainment, their reputations remaining intact.

…I realized later that there’s an even more upsetting, other side to that phenomenon: Abuse can be pretty bad for the careers of famous victims. Some famous victims have seen their career successes decline afterward—whether as a result of the abuse scandal itself or for murkier, more complicated reasons. Others, by contrast, have seen their careers barely affected.

Now… we’re not talking metaphor crime, like, ‘That review of my movie left me feeling raped’, or, ‘You’re burglarizing my mind for script ideas, dog’… that sort thing. We’re talking big-time celebs who’ve busted a can of whup-ass on their longtime companions, suffered slings and arrows of unfortunate jail time or community service, and never broke stride as star – income nor fame.

One of the punching bags is Denise Richards. But let’s face it, she could be suffering inner bitchiness, showing up on her face as upside-down horseshoe mouth. That could be root of her employability problem. …Not the beat down.

Just the kind of yummy for turkey day with fava-bean dressing

Lot of cannibalism lately. Or maybe it just seems that way to me. Can’t turn around without reading about somebody cooking and eating a stranger, neighbor or family member. If anything will, it’ll give vegans more incentive to bore the rest of us with moral superiority of their meatless menus. ‘Course, as I noted before, plants are born, grow, die, sleep, fuck (in their own way). If producing chlorophyll is work, they work their petals off. Vegetarians don’t shed a tear for cabbages that might have a wife and couple of sprouts back in the furrow.

Coldcutter: Hengl in stir

Then again, vegans really don’t need extra incentive to gasbag about wonders of tofu. Just, please, not on Thanksgiving.

I’m writing this on the holiday, 2012, so it’s fitting that we turn to the saga of Frederick Hengl and his apparent crime of whipping up brunch out of his wife. One thing we know about this guy: He sure as shit looks the part of a demented gourmet ghoul. In fact, if I was casting a sidekick for Hannibal Lector, and Hengl showed up at an audition, I’d send everybody else home. As Zero Mostel yelled in “The Producers” casting call: “That’s my Hitlah!”

A California cross-dresser was arrested on suspicion of murdering, dismembering and cooking his 73-year-old wife just days before Thanksgiving, police said… Police found pieces of his wife Anna Faris’ body cooking in pots on the stove at the couple’s Oceanside (CA) home early Friday. They were responding to neighbors’ complaints about a foul odor.

Faris’ severed head was found in the freezer… olice saw no signs of cannibalism but found several freshly cut bones, a saw, and a boning knife, they said… Hengl was nabbed at a nearby bar having a beer. Police think he was home during the time of the raid but snuck out. [New York Daily News]

OK, OK. Let’s quibble: Maybe he’s NOT a cannibal. He just smoked her and cut her up to dispose of the body. But I say he was about to gnosh. Why the hell else would he cook her up?C’mon. If he was just trashing her, he’d have simply scattered her all over SoCal. (We’re quite accustomed to this kind of perverse horror in California; remember, Octamom lives here) Raymond Burr did it pretty efficiently in “Rear Window” – remember?

What I like best about the Daily News story is ID’ing Hengl – from the get-go, right there in the first graf – as “cross-dresser”. Yeah. That’s where he started going wrong. Whip on a bra and you’re a walking Donner Party ready to fire up the burners. I once was in a play about a cross-dresser and donned femalia onstage from string-bikini panties to big red dress and spike heels. One thing I can tell you: Women’s underwear is a LOT more comfortable than men’s. No… It wasn’t the half-slip or merry widow that turned him onto spouse steak. …Sumpn’ else…

Maybe he woke up and realized he looked like a… crazy guy

The tiger man is dead. …Perhaps of suicide. …In Nevada. I shouldn’t be writing this. Joan Didion should be writing this. I don’t have her gift for finding obscure details that exemplify and perhaps sniffily exaggerate literary symbolism in mundane life.

Perhaps cougar-woman dumped him?

 The man whose numerous tattoos, piercings and other cosmetic surgeries earned him the world-record for body modifications died earlier this month under unclear circumstances. Dennis Avner, known as “Cat Man” was found dead on Nov. 5 in his home of Tonopah, Nevada.

The 54-year-old former US Navy sonar technician, also known by his Native American name Stalking Cat, had become famous for transforming his face to resemble a tiger. His cause of death has not been released, but it is believed he took his own life. [New York Daily News]

There are several aspects to this story utterly unsurprising. One is that this story appeared in the Daily News; that’s the same highbrow rag that famously ran a story headlined “Headless body in topless bar”. Another unshock is that the tragedy took place in Nevada. There are three crazy states (Texas doesn’t count because it’s just too fuckin’ scary.) In order they are: Florida, Nevada and California. Tiger man probably had connections to L.A. I just know it.

There are a lot of strange body-modification folks. For anyone interested in the least bit, ReSearch Magazine’s “Modern Primitives” is the point to peruse. As described in the Amazon blurb, it’s “…the Bible of Body Modification, including tattoo, piercing, and scarification. …This book describes non-tribal people who felt and responded to strong ‘primitive’ urges.” I have primitive urges myself, but they don’t include slicing my dick up the middle for a Y-connector reproductive organ; the dude that did is profiled in these ReSearch pages. Yeeee-owww!

Let’s see… Folks who’ve screwed themselves up or perhaps inadvertently end up looking like that never-ending musical. We have the gal whose undergone gazillions of plastic surgeries to look like Barbie; this Ukrainian fuck-up joins our own stateside Barbie-slicer, Jenny Lee. Then there’s the tragic case of Jocelyn Wildenstein, whose addiction to bargain-basement nip and tuck surgery transformed her into an unwilling cat woman. Perhaps she and Avner should’ve hooked up. Who knows?

This is one of those stories so sad and stupid it make you want to puree every plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills. Oh! No! Wait – that would leave the entire community devastated.

…And depopulated.

I would give this hyperkill an ‘A’ for design, ‘E’ for …execution

My world was launched by a couple of parents who’d lived through Depression and World War. They saved EVERYTHING, and our home was kept from being one of those “hoarder” catastrophes – now somehow a deep-cable sideshow – by my mom’s excessive neatness.

I caught their anti-waste bug. Anything with hinting of squander revolts me. Wastefulness causes rashes and involuntary spasms in by neck muscles. I hate it. I want to… I dunno… maybe fire a mortar round at it.

Overkill is wasted effort. All you have to do is ‘kill’. Once ‘die’ enters the picture – and that should happen almost instantly following ‘kill’ – there’s no need to carry on. Overkill is rendudant. Wasteful. So, the kind of overkill noted below annoys me.  …But sure as shit not as much as it must’ve annoyed Kim Chol:

A North Korean army minister was executed with a mortar round for reportedly drinking and carousing during the official mourning period after Kim Jong-il’s death.

Kim Chol, vice minister of the army, was taken into custody earlier this year on the orders of Kim Jong-un, who assumed the leadership after the death of his father in December.

On the orders of Kim Jong-un to leave “no trace of him behind, down to his hair,” according to South Korean media, Kim Chol was forced to stand on a spot that had been zeroed in for a mortar round and “obliterated.”

As the Telegraph story notes, Kim, who’s under 30 (it’s believed), may have ulterior motives in mind for this drastic discipline procedure. Actually, Kim Chol’s execution and that of other government high-ups entails Kim’s move to “consolidate his own power base and deter any criticism of his youthfulness and inexperience.”

Well… we know of one vaporized guy who won’t be bitching and moaning.

OK… But I still wonder who’s doing number two in her basement

So you go with a guy for awhile. Then he gets into some trouble, and since you don’t want to end up on “Who the F*ck Did I Marry?”, you dump him. But you stay in touch – he’s handy with home repairs, like that time he helped you change the doors in your house.

Then you discover, out of the blue, that he’s living in your attic and peeping on you in the bathroom.

Too far-fetched even for a movie?

A South Carolina mother of five found her boyfriend from a dozen years ago secretly living in a heating duct in her attic, and now the bum is on the run… The woman, identified as Tracy, only found out about her ex living in her attic when some nails popped out of the ceiling above her head and she sent a nephew to investigate.

The family guessed he had been living there for several weeks. He left several plastic cups of feces and urine behind, they said. He had also tinkered with an air vent in order to spy on the woman’s bedroom, the family told WCNC. Tracy said the man had been in and out of jail since they broke up 12 years ago, and that he hung around local drug dens, the Rock Hill Herald newspaper reported. She last saw him about a year ago, when he helped her put some new doors on her house after a fire, the newspaper reported.

The entrance to the attic is near her childrens’ bedrooms, and her five kids were so rattled they were now sleeping in the living room. “I want him to be charged with it,” she told The Herald. “It could be somebody else he does the same thing to, but she might not be so lucky.”

Gotta note that if he really loved her, he’d take his sewage with him when he left. There are some things you just don’t do with doo-doo – and leaving it for someone else to clean up is going too damn far.

Will SOMEONE finally outsource our chronically ‘outraged’?

Number one: It’s a fuckin’ T-shirt. When I first passed it in a store window, though, I was surprised that ‘Manifest Destiny’ would appear on a T-shirt put out by a large American clothier. But The Gap was offering this piece of reactionary horror for $30.

Now… they’ll be going for ten times that. I wasn’t surprised at all when our political Puritans came down hard, exploded with outrage, and did whatever they do to get attention. In the aftermath of about two-dozen gas-bags raising objection, The Gap has pulled the offending item. There’s been apologies and groveling – and the ritualized, forced absolution we’ve witnessed and been thoroughly disgusted by over the past couple of decades.

The price-gouging sweatshop-clothing chain The Gap is enduring a tempest in a T-shirt over a $30 “designer” tee featuring the words MANIFEST DESTINY. What is being described as a “huge outcry,” an “outrage,” and “a flood of complaints”—but was little more than some mild wailing from change.org‘s Soros Zombies and predictable carping from professional-victim “Native Americans”—led to The Gap withdrawing the offending item and apologizing for being insensitive to the never-ending torrent of Injun teardrops. [TakiMag]

The whole “uproar” is manufactured bullshit to keep us dickless whites intimidated, afraid to express what we really feel – since it surely will contradict all the nonsense that’s been shoved down our throats. Any indication that American history connected in any way to evil honkies is anything more than perverted nightmare brings howls of “protest” that, for some reason, are still heeded. There’s no need to do this, anymore, folks. “Racist” is a derogatory term for white people – and nothing more. I’m waiting – praying for someone to tell the sanctimonious hypocrites running these con jobs to go fuck themselves.

It’s TIME.

Size doesn’t really matter to this really ugly but ‘het’ dinosaurus

Well… now we know.

Homodontosaurs primped more?

Fossils of these miniature, fanged plant-eaters known as heterodontosaurs, or “different toothed reptiles,” have turned up as far apart as England and China. Now, in a discovery that has been at least 50 years in the making, a new and especially bizarre species of these dwarf herbivores has been identified in a slab of red rock that was collected in the early 1960s by scientists working in South Africa.

In a report published Wednesday in the online journal ZooKeys, Paul C. Sereno, a paleontologist at the University of Chicago and a dinosaur specialist, described the strange anatomy of the newfound member of the heterodontosaur family and gave the new species the name Pegomastax africanus, or “thick jaw from Africa.” He also apologized in an interview for not getting around sooner to this piece of research.

Seneno added that when he saw the heterodonto… hetodonto… whatever. When he saw it and realized it was an entirely separate species his “eyes popped out”. Mine did, too, when I saw the photo of this long-gone monster, but not out of paleontological fascination. More like astonishment at how drop-dead, eyeball-blistering, butt-ugly the thing was.

And its disappearance was assured, since nature and natural selection seem to abhor redundancy. A beak AND fangs? Please.

Oh, bullshit – everybody knows the stiff in driveway is Judge Crater

They’re been looking for him for almost 40 years. Jimmy “The Weasel” Fratianno, a mobster whose nefarious deeds dated back to the Capone era, told investigators everything they needed to know back in the late ’70s – who kidnapped him, who ordered the whack, who pulled the trigger.

Hoffa in lively times

But the one thing he didn’t know was location of Jimmy Hoffa’s body… So no criminal cases. As far as we know, his corpse never will turn up. I’ve always suspected that’s because ONE GUY was charged with hiding the former Teamsters boss. One. And God help you, Gino, should the thing wash up from Lake Michigan, or a troop of Camp Fire Girls stumble across his tattered remains in the woods.

There have been a lot of digs over the years looking for Jimmy. Even an endzone in Giants Stadium in New York was tossed around as possibility. Now… this:

James Berlin, the police chief in Roseville, Mich., a town about 20 miles north of Detroit, says his department will take soil core samples from under the driveway of a home in the area this Friday after “credible” information recently surfaced.

“We received information from an individual who saw something,” Berlin told the Detroit Free Press. “The information seemed credible, so we decided to follow up on it. …We do not know if this is Jimmy.”

Other cops, and the FBI, are already puttin’ the stinkeye to this expedition. I hope they’re right. As long as he stays missing – and he’s been that since his abduction from Detroit’s Red Fox restaurant in the summer of ’75 – his murder is one of those Mysteries We’ll Probably Never Solve.

…Like Bigfoot.

Hey, baby, did I ever tell you how much you look like a ham hock?

I suppose, if we made a list, we could think of worse ways to end up.

Before she went to pot: Viens, wife

A Los Angeles-area chef on trial in his wife’s slaying told authorities the reason they couldn’t find her body was because he slow-cooked it for days, then disposed of the remains.

David Viens’ wife, Dawn Viens, disappeared in October 2009. In March 2011, David Viens told sheriff’s investigators why they hadn’t been able to find the body of his wife, who’d been missing for nearly a year and half.

“I just slowly cooked it and I ended up cooking her for four days,” said Viens, a chef who ran a restaurant in Lomita, according to an interview played for jurors Tuesday. [Los Angeles Times]

An added detail is that after telling investigators what he’d done, Viens jumped off a cliff in Rancho Palos Verdes. He was so badly injured in that stunt last year he attended his ongoing trial in a wheelchair.

Viens… said he stuffed his wife’s lifeless body into a  55-gallon drum of boiling water and kept it submerged with weights. After four days, he mixed much of what remained with other waste and then disposed of it… “You cooked Dawn’s body for four days?” sheriff’s homicide Sgt. Richard Garcia asked. “I cooked her four days,” he said. “I let her cool. I strained it out.”

Viens didn’t mention using any seasoning or what he did with the broth.

OK. You’re right: That’s enough.

For awhile, he kept his wife’s skull and jawbone in his mother’s house, just like anyone would who’d just turned their spouse into soup. For his part, Viens said his wife had begun to get on his nerves – boozing, sitting around, stealing money. I can easily see that making me snap and pull out my handy oil-drum crock pot.

But, man, would I hate to be any of his customers at Thyme Contemporary Cafe in Lomita, which he ran at the time. Viens says he threw his wife out with the rest of the leftovers.

But one never knows… Do one?

No reservoir dogs were killed in the making of this embarrassment

Well… He wasn’t found lying naked in the middle of the road, as was Randy Travis a few weeks ago. (What the fuck was going on there?) And he didn’t berate his arresting officer in a rambling, anti-Semitic rant that lit a short fuse on his career – like Mel Gibson. Remember that one? I can’t drive down Highway 1 in Malibu without thinking of the “Road Warrior” riding roughshod all over his Hollywood future, especially when I pass Moonshadows bar.

Nevertheless, Malibu again was location of a celebrity drunk bust – this time tough-guy star Michael Madsen. He spent last night in the hospital after complaining of an undisclosed medical problem. Sheriff’s spokesman Steve Whitmore said Madsen’s blood had alcohol level of .21. Since .08 is the limit, Madsen was hammered. Incidentally Whitmore is the son of actor James Whitmore and is the spittin’ image of his late father. What a town!

  • Another falling-down star: ‘All in the Family’ alum Sally Struthers was arrested early today for driving under the influence in Maine. She was sprung for $160 bail. Here in California, jailers wouldn’t hand out an extra towel for that kind of money.

Madsen’s mug turned out to be not so bad, which is why I’m running it here. Other than the windswept elm tree hairdo, he looks like he could be standing at a loud party in the Hills – maybe he was before he unwisely took a spin in his red Pontiac GTO. His attorney is saying prescription drugs probably account for the high booze level. Riiight. He’s damn lucky his police station photo didn’t turn out a Nick Nolte scary-zombie look.

In March, police were called to Madsen’s spread when he had a drunken fight with his teenage son. The actor has been in and out of rehab in recent years. He’s one of my favorites, and I hope this puts him on a straighter course.

…Right.

Mars? Isn’t that where all those chunky candy bars come from?

A few years ago, the UFO community went haywire over a NASA photo that supposedly showed a sphinx-style face looking up from the surface of Mars. Subsequent spacecraft flyovers revealed the “monument” to be nothing more than a trick of light and shadow. It was just a big, rocky hillock protruding from the ground. But that didn’t stop the ufologists from believing the unbelievable! That photo debunking the Big Carved Elvis Theory? …Just part of a coverup.

After all, these folks don’t need much to make them go haywire.

Now, with landing of the new roving craft on the surface and an orbital mothership snapping away above, more anomalies have popped up, including Pharaoh faces and even one of Nefertiti(?) From vast capacity of people to believe ANYTHING, we’ve got monoliths, crashed alien saucers, and even GLASS TUNNELS looking like giant, shiny earthworms burrowing through soil of the red planet.

But one of the most astounding images shows what can only be a coat-hanger on Mars! Doubt it? OK… see for yourselves, right here. Tell me there isn’t an enormous pair of Martian slacks in close proximity. Or perhaps giant Joan Crawford – it’s not a wire hanger, after all.

Speaking on a U.S. cable television channel last week, Buzz Aldrin said: ‘We should visit the moons of Mars. There’s a monolith there – a very unusual structure on this little potato shaped object that goes around Mars once every seven hours. An image sent by the Viking spacecraft in 1976 seemed to show a human-like face on the surface of Mars When people find out about that they are going to say, “Who put that there? Who put that there?” Well the universe put it there, or if you choose God put it there.’

They laughed at Galileo. They laughed at Henry Higgins and Baron von Frankenstein. Maybe they would stop laughing if the only authorities backing up this boodle weren’t checkout tabloids. You know, the ones with hot news JFK and Princess Grace are surfing on an island in the Bermuda Triangle. (Even they don’t believe Elvis is still alive, though.)

Only close-minded cretins hoot at such profundity from the firmament!

Like to volunteer my… uh… training aid for women’s beach v-ball

Opera singers claim it loosens them up. Rock stars swear by it – along with sunken tubs and NO brown M&Ms. And atheletes? Hey. People need to win. And people need to have some.

The International Olympic Committee distributed 150,000 condoms to athletes competing in London 2012. But what about the myth that claims that sex before a competition reduces the players’ performance? …Some athletes have admitted that the Olympics are not only a stage for world records and medals, but in the Olympic Village, sexual relationships are common among competitors and volunteers. This is a different story compared to previous decades.

Juan Carlos Medina, general coordinator of the sports department at the Tecnologico de Monterrey, a Mexico university, said sexual relations actually have benefits for athletes… “It helps you feel relaxed and sexually, mentally and physically satisfied,” he said. “This contributes to reduce the athlete’s anxiety levels before an important match.” According to Medina, sex helps to distract the mind from the competition and that helps sweep away mental fatigue, which is more dangerous than physical fatigue.

“Even Pele confessed that he never suspended sexual encounters with his wife before a game, I mean, that thing about sex helping to relax is a verified truth,” he said.

Roll over. Let’s train.

Well… you could say he turned his grief into action… (gulp!)

When the son of Rainer Klaus Reinscheid, 48, killed himself earlier this year, there was speculation it may have had something to do with discipline meted out to the 16-year-old for stealing. Or maybe he was victim of that

Rainer Klaus Reinscheid

outrage of the moment – bullying. That was enough to send dad over the edge. He set several fires where his son’s body was found hanging. Then he took it to the next level.

An associate professor at the University of California at Irvine has been arrested in connection with a plot to burn down his son’s former high school and kill students and administrators.

Police said Reinscheid lighted up to five fires — including at Mason Park Preserve — between July 4 and July 24. Reinscheid was arrested on July 24 at Mason Park Preserve where police said they saw him allegedly lighting newspapers on fire with lighter fluid. He bailed out of jail as police continued their investigation.

On July 27, detectives discovered e-mails on the defendant’s cell phone that described in detail his plan to burn down University High School, commit sexual assaults, purchase firearms and kill school officials and students, before killing himself.

This guy needs help – a lot of it. Even if all the bullying rumors are true, Reinscheid’s solution is… well… like putting out a fire with jet fuel.

That sound you don’t hear from above may just pop you

We’re all Afghans now. I’m putting this story here because I’ve been hammering this for years and few in my circle believed me. I get the last laugh, and that’s the only funny thing about it:

Chief Deputy Randy McDaniel of the Montgomery County Sheriff’s Office in Texas told The Daily that his department is considering using rubber bullets and tear gas on its drone. “Those are things that law enforcement utilizes day in and day out and in certain situations it might be advantageous to have this type of system on the UAV (unmanned aerial vehicle),” McDaniel told The Daily.

The use of potential force from drones has raised the ire of the American Civil Liberties Union. “It’s simply not appropriate to use any of force, lethal or non-lethal, on a drone,” Catherine Crump, staff attorney for the ACLU, told CBSDC.

Sorry, ACLU, but appropriateness will be upheld by our new Homeland judicial system – bet on it. Then… why not arm this with missiles? We’re skiing down our slippery slope… AGAIN.

California drivers’ licenses should have ‘celebrity’ restriction

Biebermobile and Senor Chaos, inset

So you think you’ve had a long week (Wednesdays off often make it seem that way)? If you can tear yourself away from your obsessively narcissistic nonsense, consider this: When celebrities have a bad day, they take it out on traffic.

Justin Bieber went careening through Studio City (neighbor to NoHo), “driving like a maniac” or whatever. Note his mirror-finish car, here at the right. I’m imagining all the sorrow, pain and temporary blindness his car would cause just ahead of me on a bright, sunny day. It’s a 2012 LookAtMe, isn’t it? Two other Studio City residents: Miley and Selena! Not kidding. Gotta tell Kooki that.

Anyway

“Two vehicles were seen traveling in a reckless manner southbound on US 101 near Coldwater Canyon,” the CHP said in a statement. “It appeared the second of the two vehicles was chasing the vehicle in the front. A traffic stop was made on the lead vehicle, and the driver was identified as 18-year-old Justin Bieber,” the CHP reported. “The second vehicle fled the area and (a) follow-up investigation is underway to determine the identity of the driver as well as the charges to be filed.”

In another case of fame distraught over going unnoticed a half fucking second, somebody stupid enough to think Casey Chaos is a cool name was arrested for bashing his car into others in roughly the same area. His real name is Karim Chmielinski, so I guess even stupid monikers beat unpronounceable ones.

Chmielinski was released about 9:40 a.m. after posting $5,000 bail, according to the sheriff’s department. Police began getting calls about a vehicle hitting parked vehicles around 12:50 a.m. in the area of Laurel Terrace Drive and Vantage Avenue, according to Sgt. Rich Brunson of the LAPD’s Valley Traffic Division. [The Patch... again]

Mr…. Chaos… is 46, so he’s probably in one of those punkie mid-life crises.

SPOOKYTRUTH Jan. - June 2012

 

Speaking on a U.S. cable television channel last week, Buzz Aldrin said: ‘We should visit the moons of Mars. There’s a monolith there – a very unusual structure on this little potato shaped object that goes around Mars once every seven hours. An image sent by the Viking spacecraft in 1976 seemed to show a human-like face on the surface of Mars When people find out about that they are going to say, “Who put that there? Who put that there?” Well the universe put it there, or if you choose God put it there.’