The victim is thought to have struggled home to fetch his own knife for a revenge attack but collapsed in the street and was taken to hospital.
Keep up the good work
The victim is thought to have struggled home to fetch his own knife for a revenge attack but collapsed in the street and was taken to hospital.
That movie is Shakes the Clown.
Letters from a fake 10-year-old to serial killers such as Charles Manson, The Unabomber, and one of the Menendez brothers -- plus responses.
The parents of an 11-year-old Wisconsin girl who prayed instead of seeking medical help for the diabetic child are facing homicide charges in connection with her death.
More than half the teenage girls taken from a polygamist compound in west Texas have children or are pregnant.
Mars, the makers of M&M’s, announced a deal Monday morning to acquire the Wm. Wrigley Jr. Company, the chewing gum concern, for about $23 billion. The transaction would create a confectionery behemoth and could pressure rivals into a cascade of other mergers.
Linux Guru Hans Reiser, developer of ReiserFS filesystem, has been found guilty of first degree murder of his estranged wife. There is no body; he says she is living in hiding.
An investigation was under way at a theme park in Florida yesterday after a captive dolphin was injured fatally while performing an aerial stunt for tourists.
I can't go another moment without posting this:
Most people are writing this off as another ridiculous experiment that the popularity of "streetwear" culture has enabled to take place. I think it's shit like this that demarcates the end of trends and the beginning of phenomena.
This post is about ? & The Mysterians.
? & The Mysterians - 96 Tears
If you watch only one YouTube video this week, make it this one.
Senate lawmakers in Florida have voted to ban the fake bull testicles that dangle from the trailer hitches of many trucks and cars throughout the state.
Police killed at least 11 people in a raid on Friday in the Cidade de Deus (City of God) slum, made famous in a hit film of the same name about Rio drug gangs.
Kim Jong-il builds ‘Thunderbirds’ runway for war in North Korea.
Tamil Tiger rebels have bombed military targets in the north-east of Sri Lanka using light aircraft, officials say.
A grizzly bear featured in the recent Will Ferrell film "Semi-Pro" and touted as one of the "best trained" in show business has killed its handler, but officials said on Wednesday they were puzzled by what provoked the attack.
Bicycle-Sharing Program to Be First of Kind in U.S.
A 73-year-old Austrian is under arrest on suspicion of hiding his daughter in a cellar for 24 years and fathering seven children with her, police say.
'If by some miracle, your movie, which stars 41-year-old Mrs. Selznick portraying 24-year-old Catherine Barkley, does earn $50,000, you should have all $50,000 changed into nickels at your local bank and shove them up your [bleep] until they came out of your ears.'
Bugs Bunny has something to show you.From Suicide Food
No, it's not his ribcage. It's his shocking mental illness.
Thrilled to die, to be slaughtered, butchered, and eaten, he can still sell even in his current state. But, you forget: this is the state (i.e., dead and skinless, livid organs laid bare) he was born to assume.
A Japanese teenager has committed suicide by mixing common household cleaners, releasing fumes that made dozens of people sick, officials said.
Arby's is buying Wendy's for
2.3 billion dollars.
Wesley Snipes to serve 3 years in prison
for tax convictions.
Pete Doherty's art exhibition opens in Paris.
Pixelated Lower East Side Street Art (pictured)
Detectives accused of Sean Bell murder found not guilty.
Mitochondrial DNA study suggests that humanity neared extinction 70,000 years ago; population may have dwindled as low as 2000.
Wikipedia article on Mitochondrial Eve
We have unveiled the American city that has fallen the farthest from grace in each of the seven deadly sins ( lust, gluttony, avarice, sloth, wrath, envy and pride). For each sin we stretched our imagination to find a workable proxy--murder rates for wrath, per capita billionaires for avarice--then culled the available data sources to rank the cities. Some of the results were surprising: Salt Lake City as America's Vainest City. Some were not: Detroit as America's Most Murderous.
Police in Congo have arrested 13 suspected sorcerers accused of using black magic to steal or shrink men's penises after a wave of panic and attempted lynchings triggered by the alleged witchcraft.
More than 85,000 people want to be Paris Hilton's best friend.
A driver is being treated at a Saint Johns County hospital after his truck overturned, spilling Jell-O snack packs all over I-95.
Bear from movies turns on handler in Calif., killing him
Ships and planes searched along the coast of Brazil on Wednesday for a priest who disappeared after drifting out to sea suspended from hundreds of helium-filled party balloons, authorities said.
(video)An elephant has killed three people, including a 75 year old woman during a rampage at a temple festival in India's southern Kerala.
Fan favorite Clay Aiken is preparing to wow the crowd again with his upcoming album On My Way Here when it hits stores on May 6 -- but Claymates won't have to wait until then to get a listen!
The upper Midwest has the worst drunken driving rates in the country, according to a government report that says 15 percent of adult drivers nationally report driving under the influence of alcohol in the previous year.
A fight broke out during the half-time show. It should have been over when Andy Staples punched Brett Huckleberry in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious. But then the teammates got into it. It quickly devolved into a savage free-for-all. Star Quarterback Thornton found the pyrotechnic controls and burned Diana Ross, who was immediately abandoned by her entourage when things got weird. He was expected to be the MVP of the game. In some way he still was. She died shortly thereafter.
The fighting stopped almost as quickly as it had started. The men organized loosely into groups, but not to strategize. They sat down and rocked back and forth on their asses. They ran in circles and cried together. From home it looked like a set of emotionally broken toys. This was terror. This was fear: things had gone wrong in a New way.
This had clearly been more than a fight; foul play was involved. But, because this was New, we could not conceive of any potential resolution, and that lack of foresight precluded any immediate inclination to get justice. On the bright side, people bought newspapers the next day.
We watched in fear as 22 men, 22 living symbols of Pure American Masculinity, were taken away in ambulances as caged animals and handcuffed children.
He had a history of karate kicks. Karate kicks were in his past as far back as anyone could remember. They joked that he kicked the shit out of his mother when he was in the womb. They said that he smashed the doctor's nose and shattered his front teeth with a fierce kick when he was being birthed. They said that when the doctor reflexively threw the little son of a bitch clear across the hospital room, he landed on his head. This legend explained everything.
He was a bus driver. Sometimes he would karate kick the morning commuters when they got on his bus. This earned him warnings and assignments to alternative bus routes. (It was a government job so it was difficult to fire him.) Before he drove buses and kicked the shit out of his passengers, he was a grocery store clerk who kicked the shit out of groceries. Sometimes he karate kicked watermelons and summer squash. He was fired because it was a corporate job, and his propensity for kicking made him a frightening liability. He practiced his kicks in public places such as I have described here -- uncomfortable places to kick -- but he also practiced at home. Home was sparse. There was a television and a VCR for watching the Kung Fu tapes he sometimes bought at the flea market. There was a punching bag for kicking and a mattress for sleeping. There was a simple kitchen where he made simple meals.
He hoped that one day the CIA would hear about him and invite him to their headquarters in Langley, Virginia, to receive special training to be a Kung Fu assassin. His face was as long and terrible as his legs were strong.
Skilled with computers? Understand how to configure a boot loader like GRUB? Jump into the emerging market of building Mac clone PCs for customers who like Apple products (but not enough to buy them). Or, do it for yourself. On an existing PC. For free. Like I did.
Using a Mac Pro that costs approximately $3000 as our point of reference, one can build and configure a clone with comparable hardware for about a third of the cost, by my calculations (at Mac Pro configuration page: downgrade CPU, double RAM, make hard disk 500MB, and change video card to Nvidia to see a machine roughly comparable to the one the article's author built).
In the quote below, he claims it is roughly half the cost, with roughly equivalent performance:
But the real question is, just how does the $950 Frankenmac compete with Apple’s hardware? Overall, quite well. To get a sense of just how well, I ran a few tests here, though I plan to ship the whole machine off to the Macworld Lab in San Francisco shortly, for an official run through our Speedmark test suite.It seems wrong to charge $500 to install two extra Gigabytes of RAM. I got two gigs of RAM on a PC I built last week for less than 50 dollars. My RAM has a lifetime warranty at no additional cost. Apple's entire system, including the RAM, has a free warranty that lasts a year. You can get an additional two years added to the warranty for $249. At Newegg, most of the RAM at the same specifications (roughly 80%), even the high end stuff, is between 25 and 75 dollars.
For the unofficial testing, I used a few old favorites—Xbench for overall benchmarking, Cinebench for graphics, and a quick blast through the standard Quake3 timedemo to give a sense for raw gaming performance. I ran the tests on the Frankenmac and my Macworld-provided Mac Pro (a 2.66GHz quad-core Xeon with 4GB of RAM and the ATI X1900xt video card). Using Xbench, the Frankenmac beat the Mac Pro on the overall score, 149 to 143. Within the individual tests, the Mac Pro was faster at the CPU, thread, and OpenGL tests, while the Frankenmac was better at the memory, Quartz graphics, user interface, and disk tests. Overall, there’s not much difference in the two machines’ Xbench results—and keep in mind that the Mac Pro is more than twice as expensive as the Frankenmac.
“Natural gait is biomechanically impossible for any shoe-wearing person,” wrote Dr. William A. Rossi in a 1999 article in Podiatry Management. “It took 4 million years to develop our unique human foot and our consequent distinctive form of gait, a remarkable feat of bioengineering. Yet, in only a few thousand years, and with one carelessly designed instrument, our shoes, we have warped the pure anatomical form of human gait, obstructing its engineering efficiency, afflicting it with strains and stresses and denying it its natural grace of form and ease of movement head to foot.” In other words: Feet good. Shoes bad.Read on: "How We're Wrecking Our Feet With Every Step We Take"
Relaxes pretty well at deep sea pressures
Relaxes pretty well with a huge snout, strange fin,
and hell of curly tail
Relaxes while being oblivious to this blog post and incapable of conceptualizing it, but still maintaining an air of coolness that is only capable in nature (What you see on Discovery)
Relaxes pretty well while being a pregnant male!
The first game good enough to warrant two consecutive playthroughs in half a decade.
The radios in the game play music such as jazz recordings by popular 1930s era personalities like Billie Holiday, Bing Crosby, and Noel Coward.
Download all songs played in Bioshock here
Developer Valve released the final details on its upcoming Team Fortress 2 content update during a party tonight in downtown San Francisco.
In addition to the known crit-increasing gun "The Critzcrieg," the remaining two unlockable medic weapons were also available for hands-on time. Dubbed "The Blutsaugher" and "The Ubersaw," they will serve as replacements for the medic's standard syringe and bonesaw, respectively. The weapons will be earned through a new achievement system, and equipped through a loadout menu.
For players that earn one third of the 36 new medic achievements, they will be given a new syringe gun. Called "The Blutsaugher," this new weapon no longer has the ability to score critical hits against an opponent. Instead it will draw health from enemies each time a syringe hits. Especially useful as a weapon to retreat away from the fight while staying alive.
Once a medic has earned two thirds of the achievements, they will be granted "The Critzcrieg." This new medigun uses its ubercharge not for invulnerability, but to give its recipient 100% chance to fire critical ordinance. Medics and the player they are charging need to be careful though, because as much fun as it is to fire critical rockets as fast as you can, the other team will see what you're up to and try to put a quick stop to your plan.
For the determined medic that has earned all 36 of the new achievements, they will find themselves the proud owner of "The Ubersaw," which will take damage done in melee attacks and convert it directly to ubercharge. Four hits with this new weapon will fully charge whatever medigun the medic has equpped.
Feel free to disregard the video-narrative because it has fuck all to do with the song*
*Alternatively, pay special attention to the video-narrative because it has fuck all to do with the song
by Marcos Lopez
I met God once. He looked like Ahab and rode a great white whale through the sky. He wound up his left arm, thickly corded with muscle, and threw a harpoon into my belly. Despite its size, when it hit me, I did not fall back. There was no noise as it flew through the air. The tearing was minimal, surgical even. There was blood.
The wound bled for days; red, with flecks of some shimmering golden-white material. As I bled from my stomach, I cried from my eyes and my soul. God laughed and floated away into the sky. The Kingdom of Heaven was revealed to me, briefly. I saw the wings of His seraphim and the beaming face of His son. The various books of His worshippers spilled forth. They left me to perish; to decompose. As the Gates of Heaven shut, they began to laugh. Their laughter was beautiful and rude.
My Dad found my crumbled body and had me cremated. He spread my ashes among fertilizer and planted a small tree in the back yard. The tree grew for 24 years. I grew for at least 20 of those years. I was reborn into a world where my whole family, everyone I had ever known, was dead. I wanted to cry for them, but tears would not come. In lieu of this, I tried to scream, but had no voice. I settled on spending great stretches of time rustling my leaves and creaking my wood with rage unbecoming of a tree. I ate the sun and drank water. I grew stronger still. Ate a few animals in the outrageous hope that in that way I might transform back into something dead one day; a dead boy, perhaps. Some birds tried perching on me and I let them. Animals saw this and tried to make me their home but I told them I wasn't a slut, that I was waiting for the right critter to make his home inside me and start a family. I was angry, so I uprooted myself and walked away.
My neighborhood was bigger than before. The houses were closer together and the air smelled somehow fresher. People walked the streets at night in droves. It had become a village. My house looked the same. Cars looked the same. There were more bikes. I looked into the window of my house and saw a family that did not resemble my own. They had a lot of food at their dinner table, and the table was freshly set. They were just sitting down to eat. In a fit of mischief, I took a huge shit on their doorstep. The shit was a crude bundle of leaves, kindling, squirrel bones, sap, pollen, and water.
I left and walked south among the forest and noticed voices. I could hear other plants speak in voices I recognized from my previous life. Sadly I did not hear my friends. The walk was easy and good. Their souls were generous; I was offered many friendships as I walked. I got to the edge of town and saw that it had become a city. I pulled a Traveling Squirrel from my core and sent him on reconnaissance. I ruminated on my situation. A turtle came to me and spit creek water into my roots. Other turtles appeared. There were never this many turtles in town when I was a man. They surrounded me, emptying liquid into my roots. I drank it in: reflexively at first, then eagerly. After my drink there was burning, then blackness, then nothing, then less than nothing. I came to feeling a fundamental difference inside of me. The bark flaked and burned off, revealing steaming-hot brown skin underneath. There was frost on the trees around me, but I was not cold.