Let Freedom Ring...

Another interesting week is drawing to a quick close here. And of course, I missed out on some of the best excitement.

In an interesting twist of events, the rotten downstairs neighbors are officially moved out as of tomorrow. I like to believe that perhaps a little magick helped, but they ultimately brought about their own demise.

According to the landlord, while I was away this weekend there was an incident involving another neighbor in the small complex I live in. Our friendly, pothead, drunken hillbilly below had a few too many beers. While under the influence in the afternoon, he staggered out into the yard... wearing nothing but his birthday suit.

Unfortunately, the other neighbor downstairs had his young daughter visiting him. She was mortified (as anyone would be who has been scarred with the vision of scrawny, naked, white trash) and told her father. While he is normally a very quiet, calm individual, he went berserk. The police were called. The landlord found 27 filed complaints against the yahoos downstairs. The uneducated streaker was immediately banned from the residence. His faithful, alcoholic, hilljack female companion couldn't bare to be without him. So, they decided that in light of the circumstances (and their inability to pay this month's rent), they would pack up and leave.

Tomorrow, they remove the last of their belongings, haggle again about getting back their deposit, and disappear into the great Northfield abyss. A peaceful serenity will once more return to Sagamore Hills. Birds will sing. Children will roam free. Liberation will be a cause for celebration on Independence Day.

Hopefully, their replacements will be more tolerable...

Blood Stains Not Included...

Perhaps you're not very familiar with the small town of Fall River, Massachusetts. But surely you've heard the tale of Lizzie Borden. And if you're a history buff or fascinated by the grizzly murders which shook the town in 1892, you just might have a shot at owning a piece of history.

Maplecroft, located at 306 French Street, is up for sale. Lizzie Borden lived there after the murders until her death in 1927 at the age of 66. Now, owner Robert Dube has placed the luxurious 14 room home on the market.

Emma and Lizzie purchased the 1889 home for $11,000 back in July of 1893. Emma left in 1905 after a disagreement with her sister. Allegedly, it involved actress Nance McNeil and the nature of her and Lizzie's relationship.

The asking price is currently $680,000. If you're seriously interested, you can contact Mr. Dube at (508) 673-8088.

Check out Shelley Dziedzic's drawings of the floor plan here:

First Floor
Second Floor

Scooby Doo, Where Are You?

Zoinks!

I kid you not. Police in Queensland, Australia are hunting down Scooby-Doo.

An unidentified man dressed in a Scooby costume gallivanted onto the track during the final race at the Ipswich Cup on June 14th. The costume was rented from the aptly-named Hidden Identity Costumes at Cleveland in Redland City using a stolen driver's license and hasn't been returned. The owner stated, "he has definitely lost his $40 [deposit]".

Police have yet to track down the man, making this Scooby-Doo one of Australia's most wanted. Anyone knowing the identity or whereabouts of the prankster is asked to contact Ipswich police.

Not even Shaggy can get him out of this mess...

What If God Was One of Us...

God has some real explaining to do.

God Lucky Howard (yes, that's his real name) was arrested in Tampa, Florida for selling crack cocaine. Outside of a church!

Police have been hot on God's trail since April. Last month, they obtained a warrant and found an additional 22 grams of cocaine in his home. He was arrested on June 21st and remains in jail.

Let's just hope he doesn't have a son named Jesus. That could spell disaster.

Brains... I Mean Penis...

Even the undead can be fierce...

Fronk N Dego Films is a sketch comedy team hailing from Columbia College in Chicago. They produce some strange bits for YouTube while making their way through film school.

Their latest production involves a neighborhood overrun by zombies. But they aren't exactly after your brains. Check out the faux movie trailer, Gay Zombie...