Augh.

[edg]

Someone in the office is heating up spaghetti and garlic bread. (At this hour?) Good Lord, but it makes me hungry. Haven't had good spaghetti with tomato and meat sauce in too long. (Since kathornus was in town, I think.)

Currently loading music onto the new iBook from the three CDs I have handy - The Incredibles Original Score; Rufus Wainwright's eponymous album; and Assemblage 23, Storm. Sometime today I'll start copying music from my work computer to the iBook (which I'm going to have to do via CD, unfortunately).

And now for something completely different: Man, 43, arrested for kicking boy, 5

When I arrived, I spoke with the mother of the child and she told me that while her son was standing in line for one of the rides, that he was sitting on a chain fence swinging back and forth.

VI had lost his balance and accidentally kicked another man in line, later identified as AR. At which time the man turned around to the kid and was very upset.

Then the man said to the child, "Why did you kick me. Come on, kick me again." At which time the child did. The man then kicked the child in the right leg around the shin. Then the man said, "I dare you to kick me again." So the child did. The man then kicked the child in the right leg again.

Comments

[tisana.livejournal.com]

There are certain smells that grab me by the taste buds...popcorn and garlic bread in particular appeal to the "wow, I had no idea I was craving salt and fat until I smelled that" need. Which, I guess, would confuse me if I smelled them in the mornings, too, since I usually wait until most of the day is gone before munching on things that make me completely undesirable socially. Mmm...garlic breath and bits of kernel stuck in my teeth. Nice.

[edg.livejournal.com]

I know exactly what you mean. :) (This is why I carry little melty breath strips in my pocket and keep a toothbrush in my desk. ;)

[angelofwinter.livejournal.com]

*laugh* I know it's supposedly to be sad, lamentable, and symbolic of how amoral people can be, but I can't help but laugh my butt off at the thought of a grown man and a kid trading kicks in an amusement park like a pair of...kids.