Saint(s) of the Day: Crispin and Crispinian

Filed under:saints — posted by Donna Lethal on May 16, 2008 @ 1:21 pm

Patron saints of cobblers and shoes!

Martyrs of the Early Church who were beheaded during the reign of Diocletian; the date of their execution is given as 25 October, 285 or 286. It is stated that they were brothers, but the fact has not been positively proved. The legend relates that they were Romans of distinguished descent who went as missionaries of the Christian Faith to Gaul and chose Soissons as their field of labour. In imitation of St. Paul they worked with their hands, making shoes, and earned enough by their trade to support themselves and also to aid the poor.

Naturally they suffered horrible torments, otherwise they wouldn’t be saints:

Under the order of Rictiovarus they were stretched on the rack, thongs were cut from their flesh, and awls were driven under their finger-nails. A millstone was then fastened about the neck of each, and they were thrown into the Aisne, but they were able to swim to the opposite bank of the river. In the same manner they suffered no harm from a great fire in which Rictiovarus, in despair, sought death himself. Afterwards the two saints were beheaded at the command of Maximianus.


Oh my lord! So when you buckle your sandals or slip on your pumps - think of C & C.

Biba shoes from Fabulon, natch.

Eve Golden’s Tin Pan Alley

Filed under:Eve Golden — posted by Donna Lethal on May 15, 2008 @ 11:49 am

Dear Eve writes:

So I’m walking down Sixth Avenue at lunchtime and I pass a local eccentric, a large man with a green beard, wearing a white pinafore dress and picture hat. The shocked (tourist) couple behind me says, “Omigod, did you see that?!” and I replied, “I know–white before Memorial Day?!”

It’s a Wacky World: News Roundup

Filed under:Daily Trash — posted by Donna Lethal on May 14, 2008 @ 10:54 am

Judy Garland has been reincarnated:

Shrimp can see beyond the rainbow
LONDON (Reuters) - A giant shrimp living on Australia’s Great Barrier Reef can see a world beyond the rainbow that is invisible to other animals, scientists said on Wednesday.

Steve Irwin’s Ghost on a Rampage:

Canadian zoo investigates puzzling stingray deaths
CALGARY, Alberta (Reuters) - Officials at the Calgary Zoo remained baffled on Tuesday as they tried to puzzle out just why 34 of their stingrays suddenly died.


i know, it’s a different kind of stingray, but whoever invented this should have the same fate!

We already believe in apparitions, what’s the difference?
Vatican says aliens could exist

The Pope’s chief astronomer says that life on Mars cannot be ruled out. The official Vatican newspaper headlines his article ‘Aliens Are My Brother’.

Snake Man slithers out of prison cell
VIENNA (Reuters) - A man has escaped from his Austrian jail cell by squeezing through a food hatch in the door, police said on Wednesday.

‘Darth Vader’ spared jail in Jedi church attacks
HOLYHEAD, Wales - Hughes, who has a chronic alcohol problem, jumped over a garden wall and bellowed “Darth Vader” as he assaulted the Star Wars obsessives, who were shooting a documentary to promote their Jedi Church which was formed last year.

Thanks to Mark in Australia for the first two.

Today I am Billie Burke

Filed under:Daily Trash, Riddle me This — posted by Donna Lethal on May 13, 2008 @ 3:12 pm

In “Here Comes the Judge” news, she’s been all over the news and there are more photos, including glamour shots with, natch, red lipstick (to match her scooter, I imagine.) Michael’s right … if only Edith Massey were still with us - this Judge is Queen Carlotta! Maybe she’ll declare it backwards day. She has a website!

I’m fighting off a cold, which means it’s just sitting in my upper chest making me feel all dry and “dusty” and horrible. The pup continues his 5AM wakeup call, bright eyed and bushy tailed (well, not really - pit bulls don’t have bushy tails) and ready to meet the world. You don’t argue with a crybaby pit bull even if it is 5AM and you’ve been having dreams about running thru NY’s garment district in a stretchy dress that’s far too small on your way to play board games at friend’s house, who takes pity on you and gives you a bedspread to wear as you follow the trail of a filmmaker that made a movie with Christopher Walken that even you’ve never heard of, because he made “underground” films that you only know about from strange flyers pasted on telephone poles; or you are resting in a Starbucks blue velvet couches, piles of fashion magazines, after spending a long night on Tenth Avenue in some kind of time warp, where you are going from club to club and Al Pacino is the barker for a porno theater that you have to keep passing on your way between clubs and you finally pack your stuff to leave, but it’s raining, and your car doors (which seems to be an early 70s green Ford LTD) won’t lock, and a couple tries to climb in so you have to drive away. Later, you end up in a period costume drama with Barbara Windsor where you get to wear medieval era outfits and you win a prize!

I’m cleansing my mind with this:
And One Was Beautiful
“A glamour girl loses a playboy (Bob Cummings!) to her shy sister and lets him take the rap for a hit and run accident.” Billie Burke is the mother and needs spirits of ammonia because of her nervous swooning when she’s not knitting or tut-tutting her girls (Laraine Day and Jean Muir) over their foolish choices. It’s filled with great dialogue:

Cummings to bad girl: “I don’t love you anymore. You’re beautiful and exciting, but prison gives you a new set of values. I don’t have much use for you.”

Cummings to good girl: “You little idiot, don’t you know I love you?”

‘Do You Want To Worship Me …’

Filed under:It's a John Waters World — posted by Donna Lethal on May 10, 2008 @ 3:05 pm

Here comes the judge! It is a John Waters World:

05-09) 14:52 PDT LAS VEGAS, (AP) –

Elizabeth Halverson is a judge. But the way courthouse staffers see it, she expects to be treated like a queen. Her former bailiff, for example, says Halverson made him feel like a “houseboy.” He says the judge — who is obese and uses a motorized scooter to get around — made him put her shoes on her feet, massage her back, cover her with a blanket for naps and make sure her oxygen tank was filled. He says she asked him, “Do you want to worship me from near or afar?”

Halverson also surrounded herself with her own hired guards, saying she did not trust the courthouse security force to protect her. Another time, she allegedly had her husband sworn in so that she could ask him under oath if he had completed chores at home.

Since then, the 50-year-old Nevada district judge has been locked out of her Las Vegas courtroom, suspended from the bench and brought up on judicial-misconduct charges that include not only misusing her position and treating her staff like personal valets, but also tainting juries and falling asleep on the bench.

“We believe the Judicial Discipline Commission has overreached,” said her attorney, John Arrascada. “It’s apparent that some people believe her physical appearance somehow makes her unable to perform her duties as a judge.” He added: “Last time I checked, being a judge doesn’t require a beauty contest.”

Halverson holds a law degree from the University of Southern California and worked as a law clerk in the state court for nine years before she was elected to the bench in the fall of 2006. She handled civil and criminal cases alike. When the bailiff who complained about her, Johnnie Jordan Jr., was reassigned, Halverson hired her own guards and let them bypass security checks at the courthouse. She then called 911 when court administrators tried to enter her office.

Last May, the chief Clark County District Court judge, Kathy Hardcastle, locked her out of her courtroom. The following July, six months after Halverson was sworn in, the commission suspended her, accusing her among other things of creating a hostile work environment, hiring a technician to try to hack into the courthouse computer system, and causing mistrials in two sexual assault cases by improperly meeting with jurors.

“Judicial removal should generally be reserved for corruption and complete incompetence or inability to do the job,” Stempel said. “One question you have to ask is, `Is this judge so bad we have to remove her before the voters have a chance to do so?’”

Dayvid Figler, a defense lawyer, said he had no complaints after trying cases in Halverson’s courtroom.

“In fairness, she believes she’s fighting the fight of a maverick,” Figler said. “I think her position is, `Why should I be another cog in the machine? Isn’t it what the voters elected me to do, bring change?’”

Amid the hullabaloo, Halverson has filed for re-election in August to a six-year term and is soliciting contributions on her Web site. But she has also filed a request to stop the election, claiming that the Legislature unconstitutionally changed the procedures. She continues to draw her $130,000-a-year salary.

Halverson did not respond to an interview request. A shirtless man who answered the door at her home pointed to a “no trespassing” sign and ordered a reporter off the property. The yard is clean these days, after the city cited Halverson for leaving it strewn with junk and letting the water in her pool grow murky and stagnant.

In documents denying the allegations, Halverson has blamed disgruntled employees and vindictive colleagues.

She has submitted a report from a therapist who diagnosed her with an adjustment disorder*, anxiety and depression. And she produced a letter from her physician, Dr. Michael Jacobs, who said she is diabetic, uses a wheelchair because of arthritis in her feet and knees, and needs oxygen to counteract the effects of sleep apnea. Jacobs said a drop in blood sugar may have caused a brief episode in which she fell asleep in court. But he said there is no physical reason Halverson cannot be an effective judge.

*Oooh! “Adjustment disorder” is my new favorite condition … I’m sure I have it!

Super Elastic Bubble Plastic

Filed under:lethal, mistakes — posted by Donna Lethal on May 2, 2008 @ 8:51 pm


Not only could I use as much of this as I wanted, at the age of two I put my giant bubbles on display on the coffee table and end tables. They popped, eating the finish right off, of which I was reminded of by my mother until my parents finally got a new set. One would think that they’d be more concerned with, say, leaving a two-year-old alone with a tube of huffing-glue, but by that age I was already an old hand with chemicals, having already ingested Olde English Furniture Polish. And how did that happen? Mother would give me a capful and a rag to dust the furniture. One day she ran her finger to check my dusting and alas! When questioned as to where the furniture polish went, I pointed to my stomach.

Spliced Krispies

Filed under:lethal music — posted by Donna Lethal on @ 11:14 am

Mark Vidler’s got a new one (actually two), just in time for the summer weather we’re having here in Hwoodland. Funnily enough I’ve been on a Velvet Sugar kick, so this is perfect.


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