This story has WTF written all over it, so I’m going to skip the preamble and dive right in: a 31-year old
woman from Kentucky is facing assault charges after squirting a police officer
in the face with breast milk.
Things recently took a turn for the crazy in the Jackson household
after thirteen-year-old Jafar, one of Jermaine Jackson’s eight children,
reportedly bought a stun gun off the Internet. Word on the wire was that he used
his cousin Prince Michael, a.k.a. Blanket, as a target.
First came Harriet
the Spy, Louise Fitzhugh’s classic, award-winning story about Harriet M.
Welsch, an 11-year old aspiring writer who doesn’t leave home without a pen and
her notebook. Thirty-two years later, Nickelodeon took a stab at a remake, a movie that starred Michelle Trachtenberg as Harriet. It's one that, I admit, I’ve never seen, but from what I’ve read it sounds
like Nick did stay in line with quite a bit of the original plot.
Well, now the Disney Channel is premiering their new Harriet the Spy remake next month, and it's called Harriet the Spy:
Blog Wars. That's right, folks: in this version, our beloved Harriet has pitched her trusty pen and notepad in favour of a laptop and and a blog.
I’m not afraid to admit that I used to consider myself one
of the world’s biggest Poison fans, and that, for a long time, I found the band’s
frontman, Bret Michaels, quite desirable. But sometime late last decade (which, not so coincidentally, is when Rock of Love made its big debut) I stopped seeing Bret as the rugged rock n' roll crooner I wouldn't kick out of bed and started thinking of things like male pattern baldness, venereal disease, male sluts, and one-hit wonders
whenever I heard his name.
The 47-year old rocker is in the headlines again – and no, this
time it’s not because he’s driving a Winnebago across the United States in
search of his long lost rock mama, thank gawd.
This time, it’s about music. Bret’s been busy in the studio, you see, recording
a hot new single with none other than... Miley Cyrus.
In the arena of people that I always think of as asexual, possibly even neutered, teachers rank right up there with grandparents and clergy. I mean, I know that they're human, but still. When I was in high school, the idea of my math teacher dating was inconceivable. He just went home every night and read calculus textbooks, right? Right?
He certainly didn't know his way around a lap dance, I'm pretty sure about that. Not like the teachers at Churchill High School in Winnipeg, Manitoba.
When Gemma was about five days old, we were in the grocery store when an old lady went crazy on me and gave me the first stranger inflicted assvice / verbal dressing-down episodes of my parenting career.
Here I was, barely standing and using the stroller as a crutch for my poor embattled nethers with an old lady yelling at me -- loudly -- that I should never, ever let my child cry 'you MUST pick her up all the time. A good mum picks up her child all the time.' For the record, Gemma had just let out one of those wonderful little baby bird squawks before returning to her slumber and that was the 'crying' I was being reprimanded for. Old lady made this hormonal new mom cry. Hard.
Before I read the description I was working under the assumption that this toy was just a massive translation c*ck-up or something.
But I don't really see how someone misinterpreted 'Russian Roulette' since the description sounds pretty much in tune with the definition for that particular method of death. All I really know about this toy is: TOY FAIL.
No one really thinks that this toy is really a gun, right?
So the boy was threatened with a school suspension in order to scare him into not packing anything larger, or perhaps more lead-filled, upon his return? Because maybe this kind of reaction could be the first step to driving him to do just that.
I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried: Schools in Menifee Union school district in Southern California are banning the dictionary, Merriam Webster's 10th edition, from the grade four and five classrooms because (brace yourself) the kids are looking up dirty words.