Monday, December 31, 2012

Happy New Year 2013!

Happy New Year to all from Rice, Beans and Razor Blades!

Monday, December 24, 2012

A Heartwarming Christmas tale: Randolph, The Burned-up Reindeer.

Now listen, my children, And you shall hear Of the famous big toe Of Randolph Reindeer.

'Twas the night before Christmas When into the bar,

Randolph says Hi, bitches!
 Strode Randolph the Reindeer With a big, long cigar.

As he stood there and snarled, Like a big, ugly cur, 

The ashes he flicked off,

Burned right through his fur.

Randolph stood staunchly, As he burst into flames, 

But the rest of the reindeer Just called him bad names.

Randolph stayed quite, His steel nerves unjarred, 

But except for his tailbone, His body soon charred.

Then the room quickly filled With a warm, friendly glow,

That came not from friendship. But from Randolph's big toe.

Just then, in came Santa, And he saved the day

By saying to Randolph,"Would you guide my sleigh?"

When Randolph consented, The reindeer all cheered, 

And even old SantaGave a smile through his beard.

So they flew through the skies In the blinding white snow, And were guided by 

Randolph's Smoldering big toe.

And so, if you spy In the thick underbrush, A hunk of burnt toenail, lost in the rush...

Just think of poor Randolph As he flies through the air, With a rancid cigar And a clump of 

burnt hair.

Happy Festivus and a Bah Humbug to all!

Thursday, December 20, 2012

An end of year rant!

Hello all! The new and improved "Rice, Beans and Razor Blades" will be coming starting January 2013. 

Now a few comments on the happenings of the past few weeks.
"La Comay" and "The Lambon"

Every week, a new fresh outrage has captivated our already tired and overflowing minds. Jose Enrique's assassination in Caguas, for which four teenagers have been accused. Of course, the crime was horrible enough. Then Kobbo Santarossa with "La Comay" made the situation explosive with comments implying that he brought that on himself, for picking the killers in Padial St. in Caguas. I actually don't watch "La Comay", so I really don't give a flying fuck what a foam rubber doll says about anybody. What caught my attention was the reaction, no, overreaction by both sides for and against "La Comay". The boycott is stupidity at it's finest. Puertorricans are a contentious lot, usually for the wrong reasons and causes. This boycott and the defenders of "La Comay" are, in my view, a bunch of fucking jerks with too much time on their hands. Fuck them both! If you want to boycott "La Comay", it's easy. DON'T WATCH THE GODDAMNED SHOW!!!!. And if you watch, THEN GO FUCK YOURSELVES!!!! 

Two (soon to be) dickless wonders.
Then there's these two fucking twits that murdered the foster mother of one of them, just because mommy did not let him use the car. What kind of person murders the only human being that loves you unconditionally, no matter what, and while she was sleeping, compounding their cowardice. An asshole, that's who! I hope both these little bitches get gang raped in prison, have their balls and dicks cut off and become the prison bitches! Death is too good for them! MAY THEY PULL A TRAIN ON YOU, BITCHES!!!!

Adam Lanza, COD player and all around Fuckhead!

At this point, my outrage was at a boiling point, when news came out of Newtown, Conn. that another crazy stupid cunt called Adam Lanza, killed his mother while she was sleeping, (See how cowards act the same all over.) and then went on a killing spree inside Sandy Hook Elementary, killing 26 people, 20 of them little innocent children. Wow, what a man Adam Lanza was. I don't care if he was autistic or what the fuck he was, if he wanted to go in blaze of infamy, why didn't he go to a drug-trafficking controlled neighborhood and shot the drug dealers there. He would have died, but at least some good would have come out of it. I guess six year olds were a better target for a coward like him. They don't shoot back. ROT IN HELL ASSHOLE!!!!!

The lovely couple...
And to top this off, comes news this week that an irresponsible couple (she, a girl that can't keep her legs closed, he, a federal fugitive and all around abuser), that drowned their little five month old in milk, and covered their crime by putting the little body in the fridge, for a week! What they were thinking?!? To cook it in Christmas?!? Jeebus! That's why I believe in Parenting Licences, to be given at the DMV or CHS office. If you prove that you are a fit parent in a series of tests and exams with test baby dummies, before you get married. If you can take care of a baby, then you get a license, renewable every six years. If your are irresponsible or abusive, your license gets revoked. No contact with that child or to rear any other. I know it's a crazy idea, then again, it's better than my alternative of stripping the flesh off them before presenting them to a bunch of hungry mountain lions. The whole affair will be televised and transmitted on the Internet. HOPE BOTH YOU GET ASS RAPED IN PRISON!!!!!

With all of this, I would like to end this rant with the following...


I really hope that 2013 is better than this crappy year has been.

And I'm out of here...


Wednesday, November 14, 2012

An update and news...

It's been months since I have updated this blog, but life has a funny way of showing you what's important at any given moment. The blog was not a priority at that time, for that I am truly sorry.

 New changes are coming to this blog, including the language in which is written and what is written on it. It will be more topical but with my skewered sense of humor. It will debut in a few days, when Claro decides to repair the internet connection at my house. So stay tuned to the new and improved "Rice, Beans and Razor Blades".

Before I go, first I have to dedicate this to the memory of a friend of mine who died last week at the tender age of 31. She was Damaris Negrón, lead singer of the local black metal band "Death Arrangement". In the past, I had dealings with the band, like doing a video or playing at our conventions.

 Damaris, as lead singer and face of the band, was always a smiling, cheerful and wonderful person. Her beautiful personality was complimented by being a true professional, always ready for a gig or another take. She was all there, as a person, performer and human being. She fell ill on Tuesday, November 6 and was taken to the hospital, where it was diagnosed with a failing liver. She quickly fell into a coma, and by Thursday, her immediate family decided to disconnect her from the ventilator that was keeping her artificially alive. She passed away soon after.

 She was interred last Tuesday, November 13, to the sounds of her band and the tearful farewell of her family and friends. In her 31 years on this planet, she touched so many of us. It's a hard loss, but the show must go on. In her memory, here's the last video she and the band made.
 Enjoy.   Peace!     Max.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Neil Armstrong, First man to walk on the Moon. 1930-2012

Astronaut Neil Armstrong, who uttered one of history's most famous proclamations when he became the first man to walk on the moon in 1969, died Saturday.

Armstrong was commander of the Apollo 11 mission that made the first manned lunar landing on July 20, 1969. He had undergone heart surgery Aug. 8, three days after his 82nd birthday. His family said that Armstrong had passed from post-surgery complications.
"We are heartbroken to share the news that Neil Armstrong has passed away following complications resulting from cardiovascular procedures,'' the family said in a statement. "Neil was our loving husband, father, grandfather, brother and friend."

As he stepped off the lunar module and set foot on the moon's surface, he said "that's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind,'' underscoring a centuries-old fantasy among human kind and a high point in the Cold War era space race between the U.S. and the Soviet Union. An estimated 500 million TV viewers watched the event, engrossed by the surreal, grainy black-and-white footage.

The notoriously publicity shy Armstrong was a reluctant hero. In an era of celebrity adulation, Armstrong refused to sign autographs or grant interviews, giving only infrequent speeches. "I don't want a living memorial,'' he once said. He reluctantly joined fellow Apollo 11 astronauts Buzz Aldrin and Michael Collins in anniversary celebrations of the moon landing.

Armstrong flew Navy fighter jets during the Korean War, flying nearly 80 missions and later became a test pilot before joining the National Aeronautics and Space Administration, as part of its second group of astronauts. Armstrong commanded Gemini 8 in 1966, which suffered near disaster until he used a back-up system to stop an uncontrolled capsule spin and made an emergency landing in the Pacific Ocean.

Armstrong's prowess was again demonstrated following the moon landing, when it was later revealed that lunar module had just 20 seconds of fuel left when he steered to avoid large boulders before touching down in the Sea of Tranquility.
The self-described nerd downplayed hero status.

"I am, and ever will be, a white socks, pocket protector, nerdy engineer," he said a February 2000 appearance. "And I take a substantial amount of pride in the accomplishments of my profession."
Born in tiny Wapakoneta, Ohio, Armstrong took his first flight as a six year old, fueling a lifetime passion for aviation. He attended Purdue University to study aeronautical engineering before the Korean War, later earning a master's degree at the University of Southern California.

The lunar landing made him more popular than his hero, aviator Charles Lindberg, but Armstrong shunned the spotlight. After walking on the moon, he lived a mostly private life, buying a farm and teaching aerospace engineering at the University of Cincinnati until 1979.
When he appeared in Dayton in 2003 to help celebrate the 100th anniversary of powered flight, he bounded onto a stage before

10,000 people packed into a baseball stadium. But he spoke for only a few seconds, did not mention the moon, and quickly ducked out of the spotlight.

"Neil Armstrong was a pioneer of flight and that is how he would want to be remembered," says space historian John Logsdon, author of JFK and the Race to the Moon. "In his mind he flew all kinds of vehicles that set record firsts, and one of them happened to be the first one on the moon."
Armstrong basically saw himself as an aviator first and foremost, part of the long tradition of American pilots going back to the Wright Brothers, Logsdon says.
"For those who may ask what they can do to honor Neil, we have a simple request,'' his family said in a Saturday statement. "Honor his example of service, accomplishment and modesty, and the next time you walk outside on a clear night and see the moon smiling down at you, think of Neil Armstrong and give him a wink."
"He will be part of history forever," Logsdon said.

One of my Childhood Heroes. May He Rest In Peace!

Neil on the Moon.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

¿Monos en Punta Las Marias? Aparentemente, si.

En un caso sin precedentes, ya los monos han invadido hasta las casas en Santurce y Carolina.


¿Se imagina entrar a su baño y encontrarse cara a cara con un mono?

No, no es una escena de Jumanji. Un adolescente lo vivió el pasado domingo mientras se encontraba en su casa en la calle Emajagua, en la urbanización Punta Las Marías.

En medio del tremendo susto, el muchacho tiró la puerta y dejó encerrado al primate, lo que le hizo el trabajo más fácil a los expertos del Cuerpo de Vigilantes del Departamento de Recursos Naturales y Ambientales, quienes lo capturaron poco después.

El teniente Ángel Atienza, del Cuerpo de Vigilantes, contó que el mono hizo escante en el lujoso baño: se metió en el jacuzzi, sacó ropa del hamper y ensució todo el mármol. Sin embargo, todo apunta a que el animal era la mascota de alguien que vive por el lugar, pues no se asustó ni se amedrentó al verse rodeado de seres humanos.

“Parece que está acostumbrado a comer de la mano”, comentó el experto.

Según Atienza, no se sabe cómo el mono rhesus llegó al baño de la lujosa residencia, pero son muchas las posibilidades.

En días recientes, la comunidad El Chícharo, en Santurce, había reportado avistamientos de monos. Uno de estos pudo haberse movilizado desde esa comunidad por una de las calles que pasa por debajo del expreso Baldorioty de Castro hasta llegar a la comunidad costera en Punta Las Marías.

El primate posiblemente entró a la casa por la puerta principal. No hay posibilidad de que se colara por una ventana al baño, ya que queda en el interior de la residencia.

Al parecer, a los monos rhesus que andan por Puerto Rico les atraen los vecindarios lujosos. En febrero de este año, un mono rhesus, un poco más viejo que el capturado el domingo, dio tremendo dolor de cabeza al Cuerpo de Vigilantes.

El primate se apoderó del patio de una residencia de Altamira, en Guaynabo, y por su carácter bravucón logró que los dueños de la casa no salieran a disfrutar del jardín. Ese mono se comía todo lo que encontraba a su alcance, y mostró un paladar gourmet, pues ingería hasta las aromáticas gardenias.

Tanto en el caso de Punta Las Marías así como en Altamira, ambos primates fueron llevados al Centro de Confinamiento de Especies, en el barrio Cambalache, en Arecibo.

Los monos que son capturados en la Isla son enviados a zoológicos en Estados Unidos.

tras una decena de monos en yauco
Estos animales, sumamente inteligentes, se han convertido en un reto para ser manejados.

Desde principios de año, una decena de macacos viven en el sector Melilla, del barrio Almácigo Alto, en Yauco. Los vecinos los ven usualmente a las 6:00 de la mañana y a las 6:00 de la tarde.

Allí, los monos corren rápidamente por los terrenos y llegan hasta el río para alborotar a gallinas y cabros que residen en el lugar.

Según se informó, el Cuerpo de Vigilantes llegará hoy a la comunidad a poner jaulas con cámaras para capturarlos.

Pero esto puede ser que les resulte más difícil de lo esperado. En el caso del mono de Altamira, cariñosamente conocido como “Guaynabito”, este lograba alcanzar la fruta dentro de la jaula extendiendo el brazo, sin ser capturado. Finalmente, fue un trozo de papaya lo que logró distraerlo lo suficiente para caer en la trampa y así terminar con sus travesuras.

¡Nos chavamos ahora! Tras la criminalidad, los altos precios, los legisladrones y los huracanes, ahora hay que preocuparse por los monos.

Monday, August 6, 2012

A Javier Culson...

¡MUCHAS GRACIAS! Estamos muy orgullosos de ti.


¡Y al que no le guste, esto es pa' ti!

Monday, July 9, 2012

Ernest Borgnine, Actor, "McHale Navy's", "The Dirty Dozen", "The Wild Bunch". 1917-2012

Ernest Borgnine, who created a variety of memorable characters in both movies and television and won the best-actor Oscar for his role as a lovesick butcher in "Marty" in 1955, died Sunday. He was 95.

Borgnine's longtime spokesman, Harry Flynn, told The Associated Press that Borgnine died at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles with his family by his side.

A prolific and talented character actor, Borgnine was known for gruff, villainous roles such as the heavy who beats up Frank Sinatra in "From Here to Eternity" and one of the bad guys who harasses Spencer Tracy in "Bad Day at Black Rock."

Borgnine, who earned a salary of $5,000 for playing his Academy-Award winning role Marty, once said "I would have done it for nothing."

orgnine, who was born Ermes Effron Borgnino on Jan. 24, 1917 in Hamden, Conn., began acting after serving in the Navy during World War II. He made his film debut in 1951's "Whistle at Eaton Falls" before winning an Academy Award four years later. He appeared in other notable films including "Jubal," "Flight of the Phoenix," "The Dirty Dozen,""The Wild Bunch," "The Poseidon Adventure," "Johnny Guitar," and "Escape from New York."

"No Stanislavsky. I don't chart out the life histories of the people I play," Borgnine told The New York Times in 1973 when asked about his acting methods. "If I did, I'd be in trouble. I work with my heart and my head, and naturally emotions follow."

Sometimes he prayed, he said, or just reflected on character-appropriate thoughts. "If none of that works," he added, "I think to myself of the money I'm making."

He was also known as the Navy officer in the television series "McHale's Navy," which aired from 1962-66. Younger audiences would know him as the voice of Mermaid Man in "Spongebob Squarepants."

Borgnine earned an Emmy Award nomination at age 92 for his work on the series "ER," and was honored with the Screen Actors Guild Life Achievement Award in 2011.

"The Oscar made me a star, and I'm grateful," AP reports that Borgnine told an interviewer in 1966. "But I feel had I not won the Oscar I wouldn't have gotten into the messes I did in my personal life."

The actor was married five times, including to singer Ethel Merman, who became his third wife in 1964. The marriage barely lasted a month.

He is survived by his fifth wife, Tova Traesnaes — whom he married in 1973 —his children Christofer, Nancee and Sharon Borgnine; a stepson, David Johnson; six grandchildren; and his sister, Evelyn Verlardi.

One of my favorite actors. May he rest in Peace. And Thank You for the memories!

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Ray Bradbury, Sci-Fi Author, "Fahrenheit 451", "The Martian Chronicles" 1920-2012

Ray Bradbury, author of Fahrenheit 451, The Martian Chronicles, and other beloved science fiction novels, died Tuesday night at the age of 91, according to the AP.

"His legacy lives on in his monumental body of books, film, television and theater, but more importantly, in the minds and hearts of anyone who read him, because to read him was to know him. He was the biggest kid I know," his grandson told the i09 science fiction blog.

Bradbury sold eight million copies of his books in 36 languages, according to The New York Times' obit.

He attributed his success as a writer to never having gone to college--instead, he read and wrote voraciously. "When I graduated from high school in 1938, I began going to the library three nights a week," he said in an interview with The Paris Review. "I did this every week for almost ten years and finally, in 1947, around the time I got married, I figured I was done. So I graduated from the library when I was twenty-seven. I discovered that the library is the real school."

"The universe is a little emptier right now," Texas A&M Commerce English Professor Robin Ann Reid told Yahoo News. She wrote a book about Bradbury's works and sits on the board of the Center for Ray Bradbury Studies. "There's less of that sense of joy and exultation that he was writing in his works all the way to the end."

Reid said Bradbury was the first writer to jump from pulp magazines to mainstream literary magazines, thus bringing science fiction writing into the mainstream. Bradbury also wrote fantasy and horror.

His best known book, Fahrenheit 451, was a dystopian tale set in the future about a society where books were banned and firefighters spent all day burning them. "Bradbury's novel anticipated iPods, interactive television, electronic surveillance and live, sensational media events, including televised police pursuits," the Associated Press writes.

Bradbury suffered a stroke in 1999, and lost his wife in 2003, but he continued to write.

Bradbury's biographer Jonathan Eller said in a statement that Bradbury "hated intolerance, and those who deny the existence of intolerance. He was not afraid to write about and condemn the evils of prejudice and racial inequality at a time when such stories were hard to publish in America." Eller also pointed to Bradbury's words to Caltech's graduating class of 2000, whom he urged "to witness, to celebrate, and to be part of this're here one time, you're not coming back. And you owe, don't you? You owe back for the gift of life."

Bradbury recently wrote a short essay responding to his favorite Snoopy comic strip about how much rejection he faced when he first began writing. "Starting when I was fifteen I began to send short stories to magazines like Esquire, and they, very promptly, sent them back two days before they got them! I have several walls in several rooms of my house covered with the snowstorm of rejections, but they didn't realize what a strong person I was; I persevered and wrote a thousand more dreadful short stories, which were rejected in turn," he wrote.

But he said later in The Paris Review interview that he did not feel responsible for his own writing success, saying he felt that God helped him write. "The best description of my career as a writer is 'at play in the fields of the Lord.' It's been wonderful fun and I'll be damned where any of it came from. I've been fortunate. Very fortunate," he said.

In a recent issue of the New Yorker, Bradbury wrote about discovering science fiction stories as a child growing up in Waukegan, Illinois, and his love for his grandfather. "I would go out to that lawn on summer nights and reach up to the red light of Mars and say, "Take me home!" I yearned to fly away and land there in the strange dusts that blew over dead-sea bottoms toward the ancient cities," he wrote.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Richard Dawson, Actor, "Hogan's Heroes", host of "Family Feud" 1932-2012

LOS ANGELES (AP) — Richard Dawson, the wisecracking British entertainer who was among the schemers in the 1960s TV comedy "Hogan's Heroes" and a decade later began kissing thousands of female contestants as host of the game show "Family Feud" has died. He was 79.

Dawson, also known to TV fans as the Cockney prisoner-of-war Cpl. Peter Newkirk on "Hogan's Heroes," died Saturday night from complications related to esophageal cancer at Ronald Reagan Memorial Hospital, his son Gary said.

The game show, which initially ran from 1976 to 1985, pitted families who tried to guess the most popular answers to poll questions such as "What do people give up when they go on a diet?"

Dawson won a daytime Emmy Award in 1978 as best TV game show host. Tom Shales of The Washington Post called him "the fastest, brightest and most beguilingly caustic interlocutor since the late great Groucho bantered and parried on 'You Bet Your Life.'" The show was so popular it was released as both daytime and syndicated evening versions.

He was known for kissing each woman contestant, and at the time the show bowed out in 1985, executive producer Howard Felsher estimated that Dawson had kissed "somewhere in the vicinity of 20,000."

"I kissed them for luck and love, that's all," Dawson said at the time.

He reprised his game show character in a much darker mood in the 1987 Arnold Schwarzenegger film "The Running Man," playing the host of a deadly TV show set in a totalitarian future, where convicts try to escape as their executioners stalk them. "Saturday Night Live" mocked him in the 1970s, with Bill Murray portraying him as leering and nasty, even slapping one contestant (John Belushi) for getting too fresh.

The British-born actor already had gained fame as the fast-talking Newkirk in "Hogan's Heroes," the CBS comedy about prisoners in a Nazi POW camp who hoodwink their captors and run the place themselves.

Despite its unlikely premise, the show made the ratings top 10 in its first season, 1965-66, and ran until 1971.

Both "Hogan's Heroes" and "Family Feud" have had a second life in recent years, the former on DVD reissues and the latter on cable television's GSN, formerly known as the Game Show Network.

On Dawson's last "Family Feud" in 1985, the studio audience honored him with a standing ovation, and he responded: "Please sit down. I have to do at least 30 minutes of fun and laughter and you make me want to cry."

"I've had the most incredible luck in my career," he told viewers.

"I never dreamed I would have a job in which so many people could touch me and I could touch them," he said. That triggered an unexpected laugh.

Producers brought out "The New Family Feud," starring comedian Ray Combs, in 1988. Six years later, Dawson replaced Combs at the helm, but that lasted only one season.

According to the Internet Movie Database, Dawson was born Colin Lionel Emm in 1932 in Gosport, England. His first wife was actress Diana Dors, the blond bombshell who was Britain's answer to Marilyn Monroe.

"Survey Says! Rest In Peace."

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Donna Summer, singer, Disco diva. 1948-2012

Donna Summer, whom millions of fans revered as "the Queen of Disco," has died at the age of 63 in Florida after a battle with cancer, the Associated Press confirmed with the singer's family Thursday morning.

The news comes as a surprise to those who were not aware that she was ill. The legendary superstar was publicly active as recently as last June, when she appeared as a guest panelist on Bravo's music reality show Platinum Hit.

However, a report by TMZ, which initially broke the story, notes that those close to the singer--known for mega-hits including "Last Dance" and "Bad Girls"--revealed she had been trying to hide how sick she was. A source said that Summer did not seem to be in that bad of shape two weeks ago.

She is survived by her adult daughters Mimi (by her first husband, actor Helmuth Sommer), Brooklyn and Amanda (by second husband Bruce Sudano).

In addition to her status as a pioneer in the dance music genre, Summer was a five-time Grammy Award winner, the first artist ever to score three back-to-back No. 1 double albums, and was nominated--but not chosen--for induction into the Rock And Roll Hall of Fame in 2010. She is credited with influencing stars ranging from Madonna and Michael Jackson, to Beyonce and Rihanna. Her last album, Crayons, was released in 2008.

Dim out the lights honey, She just danced her last dance.
May she rest in peace.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

The Turkish Star Trek!

Forget JJ Abrahms remake. This is the ultimate "Star Trek" film. Made in Turkey (It had to be Turkey), this one has all the cast, Kirk, Spock, McCoy, Uhura, Sulu ect. In all fairness this version is a satire and a comedy film in which a character named 'Turist Omer' falls into all these movies. Please enjoy this responsibly!

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Man forced to 'Moonwalk" at gunpoint!

Not everybody can do the moonwalk, the dance move popularized by Michael Jackson in the 1980s. It usually takes a couple glasses of wine or a few beers before someone attempts to imitate the Gloved One on the dance floor.
But one Idaho man didn’t exactly have a choice when someone pointed a semiautomatic rifle at him and forced him to do the dance, the Daily Bee reports.
John Ernest Cross, 30, was arrested and charged with assault Monday after police were called by a victim who said that Cross was on drugs when he aimed a rifle at him and forced the moonwalk upon him.
Cross is accused of brandishing an AR-15 semiautomatic rifle during the incident, but he claims it was just a pellet gun.
Maybe things would have turned out differently if Cross had chosen a simpler move, like the robot or the running man.

Talk about a Michael Jackson fan!

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Florida man shoots girlfriend after confusing her for a hog!

A Florida couple was on a weekend camping trip that ended in an airlift to the emergency room.

Steven Egan, 52, was hunting with his girlfriend, Lisa Simmons, in the northern part of the state when he mistook her for a hog and shot her.

"He saw a hog and thought he shot it and went to look for it," Maj. Steve Clair of the Flagler County Sheriff's Office told ABC News. "He heard her and thought it was a hog and just shot."

The mistake was not actually related to her appearance. Rather, Egan had earlier shot at a hog that continued to evade him. He reportedly instructed Simmons to stay at their campsite while he pursued the evasive animal, according to the Flagler County Sheriff's Office However, Simmons ventured away from the campsite, apparently searching for oranges that had fallen from nearby trees.

When Egan heard rustling in the woods, he fired in her direction without first making visual confirmation with his intended target. Instead, Simmons was struck in the legs by a .30-caliber bullet from Egan's gun. She was airlifted to the nearby Halifax Health Medical Center where she is listed as being in serious condition.

Authorities say they aren't planning to charge Egan in the accidental shooting.

"He was very sympathetic that he'd shot his girlfriend," Maj. Clair said. "It was an accident. I think it was just a violation of one of the cardinal rules of hunting which is you never shoot what you don't see."

Man, this guy either needs glasses or that girlfriend needs to lose some weight!

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Dick Clark, Host "American Bandstand", "Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve"1929 -2012

Dick Clark, the music industry maverick, longtime TV host and powerhouse producer who changed the way we listened to pop music with "American Bandstand," and whose trademark "Rockin' Eve" became a fixture of New Year's celebrations, died today at the age of 82.
Clark's agent Paul Shefrin said in statement that the veteran host died this morning following a "massive heart attack."

Born in Mount Vernon, N.Y., on Nov. 30, 1929, Richard Wagstaff Clark began his lifelong career in show business began before he was even out of high school. He started working in the mailroom of WRUN, a radio station in upstate New York run by his father and uncle. It wasn't long before the teenager was on the air, filling in for the weatherman and the announcer.
Clark pursued his passion at Syracuse University, working as a disc jockey at the student-run radio station while studying for his degree in business. After graduating in 1951, Clark went back to his family's radio station, but within a year, a bigger city and bigger shows were calling.
Clark landed a gig as a DJ at WFIL in Philadelphia in 1952, spinning records for a show he called "Dick Clark's Caravan of Music." There he broke into the big time, hosting Bandstand, an afternoon dance show for teenagers.
Within five years, the whole country was watching. ABC took the show national, and "American Bandstand" was born.
"American Bandstand's" formula was simple. Clean-cut boys and girls danced to the hottest hits and the newest singles. In between, Clark chatted with the teens, who helped "rate-a-record," turning songs into sensations. Everyone showed up on "American Bandstand," from Elvis Presley to Jerry Lee Lewis, Chuck Berry to Chubby Checker.

When Dick Clark moved to Hollywood in 1963, "American Bandstand" moved with him. He started Dick Clark Productions, and began cranking out one hit show after another; his name became synonymous with everything from the $25,000 "Pyramid" to "TV's Bloopers & Practical Jokes" to the "American Music Awards." In 1972, Dick Clark became synonymous with one of the biggest nights of the year.

"Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve" on ABC became a Dec. 31 tradition, with Clark hosting the festivities for more than three decades, introducing the entertainment acts and, of course, counting down to midnight as the ball dropped in New York's Times Square.
But the traditional celebration saw a temporary stop in 2004, when Clark suffered a stroke that left him partially paralyzed and struggling to speak. Regis Philbin stepped in. But by the next New Year's Eve, Dick Clark was back, his speech still impaired. In halting words, he told the audience, "I had to teach myself how to walk and talk again. It's been a long, hard fight. My speech is not perfect but I'm getting there."
But that didn't stop him: he returned each year, and recently he was joined by Ryan Seacrest.
The Museum of Broadcast Communications has done the math, and figures that Dick Clark Productions has turned out more than 7,500 hours of television programming, including more than 30 series and 250 specials, as well as more than 20 movies for theatre and TV.
All this earned Clark a long list of awards and accolades: Emmys, Grammys, induction in the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame, a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. It also made him one of the richest men in Hollywood; he also had stakes in a wide range of businesses, including restaurants, theatres and real estate.
In March, he put one of his homes on the market, asking $3.5 million for a one-of-a-kind house on 22 acres in Malibu, modeled after Fred and Wilma's house on "The Flintstones."

Clark, whose eternally youthful look earned him the nickname "America's Oldest Teenager", is survived by his three children and his third wife, Keri Wigton, married to him since 1977. He credited his appearance to good genes, once saying "if you want to stay young looking, pick your parents very carefully."
Now, America's Oldest Teenager is gone, leaving his indelible mark on generations of fans, and helping change rock 'n' roll and TV forever. His signature sign-off was always "For now, Dick Clark … so long," said with a salute. Today, generations of Americans are saluting back.

Thursday, March 22, 2012 Shatner day!

In honor of William Shatner's 81st birthday, the fandoms of Star Trek, TJ Hooker and Boston Legal will be talking like William Shatner for the whole day. Actually no, but it's fun to pretend.

Happy Birthday Bill!

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Davy Jones, Singer, Musician, "The Monkees" 1945-2012

Davy Jones, lead singer for the famous Sixties TV band The Monkees, has died of a massive heart attack, early Wednesday afternoon.

His publicist, Helen Kensick, said the singer died in Indiantown, Fla., where he lived.

With an infectious smile and easy humor, the diminutive Brit played the Paul McCartney role in the Beatles-inspired quartet, which also included Peter Tork, Micky Dolenz and Mike Nesmith.

Jones sang lead on some of the group's biggest hits, including Daydream Believer.

Davy Jones continued to stay busy after The Monkees, doing music gigs and attending collectors' shows. Here he's at the Hollywood Collectors and Celebrities Show in 2009.

Jones, who like his bandmates had continued to perform, had dates scheduled for March.

Formed in 1966 by Hollywood producers Bob Rafelson and Bert Schneider, The Monkees quickly stormed radio and TV airwaves with a string of chart-topping songs that went on to sell an estimated 65 million copies worldwide.

"There were certain indelible images we had of The Monkees, and that was Mike's cap, Micky's goofy looks and Davy's cuteness," says Phil Gallo, senior correspondent at Billboard. "Of all of them, Davy's character was the softest. He was the nice guy, the crowd pleaser."

Gallo recalls being a kid in the 1960s, "collecting Batman cards, then graduating to Monkees cards, way before I got into baseball cards. They were the very first boy band, when you think about it."

Jones was born Dec. 30, 1945, in Manchester, England. His long hair and British accent helped him achieve heartthrob status in the United States.

According to the Monkees website,, he left the band in late 1970. In the summer of 1971, he recorded a solo hit Rainy Jane and made a series of appearances on American variety and television shows, including Love, American Style and The Brady Bunch.

By the mid-1980s, Jones teamed up Tork, Dolenz and promoter David Fishof for a reunion tour. Their popularity prompted MTV to re-air The Monkees series, introducing the group to a new audience.

In 1989, the group received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. In the late 1990s, the group filmed a special called Hey, Hey, It's The Monkees.

Jones is survived by his wife, Jessica, and four daughters from previous marriages.

Another of my childhood heroes is gone! May he rest in Peace.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Lynn "Buck" Compton, Esq. 2nd LT. Easy Company, 506 PIR, 101st Airborne Div. 1921-2012

BURLINGTON, Wash. (AP) — Lynn D. "Buck" Compton, a veteran whose World War II exploits were depicted in the HBO miniseries "Band of Brothers," has died, his family said.
Compton died Saturday in Burlington, Wash., after having a heart attack last month, the family told the Los Angeles Times in a story Tuesday.
In January, nearly 200 guests, including actors from the miniseries, attended his 90th birthday party, the Skagit Valley Herald reported.
"To us he wasn't really a war hero, he was just a hero, period," Tracy Compton told the Herald.
Lynn Compton also is remembered for his legal career in California. He headed the team that prosecuted Sirhan B. Sirhan for the slaying of Robert F. Kennedy and was appointed to the 2nd District Court of Appeal in 1970 by Gov. Ronald Reagan. He retired from the bench in 1990.
He was awarded a Silver Star and a Purple Heart during World War II. But it wasn't until later in life that he became famous for his military service as a first lieutenant in Easy Company after the unit parachuted into France on D-Day in 1944. Historian Stephen E. Ambrose's 1992 best seller about the unit was made into the 2001 TV series.
"His career as a prosecutor and a judge overrode his military career until 'Band of Brothers' came out, and then it just went crazy," daughter Syndee Compton said.
A passage in the book recalled the D-Day invasion of France: "Compton had been an All-American catcher on the UCLA baseball team. The distance to the fleeing enemy was about the same as from home plate to second base. Compton threw his grenade on a straight line — no arch — and it hit a German in the head as it exploded."
Compton was embarrassed by the attention at his birthday party at Skagit Regional Airport that was attended by children of other Band of Brothers veterans.
"All I can say is it's flattering — and kind of embarrassing," Compton told the Herald. "We didn't expect anything more than those other guys (in the war). We're celebrating longevity more than anything."
The guests included "Band of Brothers" actors Michael Cudlitz, James Madio, Richard Speight Jr. and Neal McDonough, who portrayed Compton in the miniseries.
McDonough recalled meeting with Compton the day before he flew to London to begin filming "Band of Brothers," and later peppering him with questions about his time during the war.
"When you play a historical figure, you have to do it right and tell the truth," McDonough told the Times, recalling that Compton told him he was just doing his job.
"He'd say that's what soldiers do," said McDonough, who kept in touch with Compton and nicknamed his 6-year-old son Morgan "Little Buck" in his honor.
Tracy Compton said her father thought McDonough did a wonderful job portraying him and that "he laughed and said Neal was better-looking than he ever was."
Compton was born in Los Angeles on Dec. 31, 1921. He majored in physical education and minored in education at UCLA, where he lettered in football and baseball. He started at guard in the 1943 Rose Bowl game against Georgia and was selected all-conference catcher while captain of the baseball team in 1942.
He also participated in the ROTC program and entered active service in February 1943 at age 21.
After the war, he became a Los Angeles police officer and worked his way through Loyola Law School. He was a detective in the Central Burglary Division before joining the district attorney's office in 1951. He was assistant district attorney when District Attorney Evelle J. Younger chose him as his chief deputy in 1966.
Compton's memoir "Call of Duty: My Life Before, During and After the Band of Brothers," written with Marcus Brotherton, was published in 2008.
His wife, Donna, died in 1994. Along with his two daughters, he is survived by four grandchildren.

May he rest in Peace. Thank you for your service.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Padre por poco se mata para entretener a sus hijos...

A la verdad que el tipo es bruto.

un audaz chino, para agradar a sus hijos no encuentra nada mejor que colocar un petardo en la alcantarilla donde esta lleno de gases toxicos..... fuego + gases = combustion


Saturday, January 21, 2012

Indonesian man charged with blasphemy after atheist post.

ADANG, Indonesia (AP) — Indonesian police say a civil servant who posted "God does not exist" on Facebook faces a maximum penalty of five years behind bars for blasphemy.

Thirty-one-year-old Alexander Aan was taken into police custody Friday after his remarks triggered public outcry in West Sumatra province.

He was attacked by a mob on his way to work.

Indonesia, a predominantly Muslim nation of 240 million, recognizes the right to practice five other religions. But atheism is illegal.

Col. Chairul Azis, police chief in the West Sumatran district of Dharmasraya, says Aan was charged because he used the social networking site to spread beliefs that violate the law.

He says Aan also lied on his job application by claiming he was Muslim.

That's why we should not believe in invisible men!

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

California Woman offered sex for McNuggets!

You CANNOT make this shit up!

Smiles are free, but sexual favors might cost you your McNuggets.

That is, if there were any takers when a women at a Los Angeles McDonald's allegedly offered customers sexual favors in exchange for theirs.

Khadijah Baseer allegedly tried opening customers' doors as they went through the drive-thru around 11 p.m. last Wednesday, asking to be paid in the breaded chicken bits if she performed sex acts, according to the Burbank Leader.

The paper didn't specify which acts were allegedly on offer, nor how many McNuggets the woman expected in return.

Various reports say she is known as a panhandler in the area.

Baseer, 31, was arrested on "suspicion of prostitution."

Are McNuggets THAT GOOD????

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Video-postal de Navidad de "Boricuas Beyond"

Todos los años la gente de Algaro comics y Boricuas Beyond, se vacilan la Navidad. Este año, no fue la excepción. Que lo disfruten.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Individuo le arranca los ojos a tio por control remoto.

¡Empezamos el 2012 mal!

Joliet, Illinois. - Un residente de Illinois ha sido acusado de arrancarle los ojos a su tío en una disputa por la tenencia del control remoto de televisión.

Los agentes de la policía del condado de Will dijeron que fueron llamados en Nochevieja a una residencia de Joliet Township, donde descubrieron a un hombre de 62 años con los ojos ensangrentados.

El diario The Herald-News indicó que según las autoridades, al hombre le colgaban los ojos de sus cuencas y la víctima contó a los agentes que su sobrino intentó cegarlo con sus pulgares.

El agresor, de 32 años, fue detenido y acusado de agresión familiar con agravantes. El juez ordenó el martes su detención bajo fianza de un millón de dólares.

Mother shoots intruder to protect her newborn baby. 9-11 operator says it's okay.

Do I approve of this. Absolutely! Mother of the year!

A young Oklahoma mother shot and killed an intruder to protect her 3-month-old baby on New Year's Eve, less than a week after the baby's father died of cancer.

Sarah McKinley says that a week earlier a man named Justin Martin dropped by on the day of her husband's funeral, claiming that he was a neighbor who wanted to say hello. The 18-year-old Oklahoma City area woman did not let him into her home that day.

On New Year's Eve Martin returned with another man, Dustin Stewart, and this time was armed with a 12-inch hunting knife. The two soon began trying to break into McKinley's home.

As one of the men was going from door to door outside her home trying to gain entry, McKinley called 911 and grabbed her 12-gauge shotgun.

McKinley told ABC News Oklahoma City affiliate KOCO that she quickly got her 12 gauge, went into her bedroom and got a pistol, put the bottle in the baby's mouth and called 911.

"I've got two guns in my hand -- is it okay to shoot him if he comes in this door?" the young mother asked the 911 dispatcher. "I'm here by myself with my infant baby, can I please get a dispatcher out here immediately?"

The 911 dispatcher confirmed with McKinley that the doors to her home were locked as she asked again if it was okay to shoot the intruder if he were to come through her door.

"I can't tell you that you can do that but you do what you have to do to protect your baby," the dispatcher told her. McKinley was on the phone with 911 for a total of 21 minutes.

When Martin kicked in the door and came after her with the knife, the teen mom shot and killed the 24-year-old. Police are calling the shooting justified.

"You're allowed to shoot an unauthorized person that is in your home. The law provides you the remedy, and sanctions the use of deadly force," Det. Dan Huff of the Blanchard police said.

Stewart soon turned himself in to police.

McKinley said that she was at home alone with her newborn that night because her husband just died of cancer on Christmas Day.

"I wouldn't have done it, but it was my son," McKinley told ABC News Oklahoma City affiliate KOCO. "It's not an easy decision to make, but it was either going to be him or my son. And it wasn't going to be my son. There's nothing more dangerous than a woman with a child."