Mermaid murder
Aug. 23rd, 2006 10:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
uberreinigerENOUGH about the guy that confessed to killing JonBennet Ramsey already. Look at the guy with his sunken chest and slacks hiked up to his shoulders, "teaching school" in Third World countries while on the run from a child molestation charge here in the states. They picked him up in Baby Raper Central, a.k.a. Thailand for crying out loud! Does there even need to be a trial? Whether he killed JonBennet should be irrelevant. He clearly has done something really bad to someone. People with nothing to hide don't show up in Thailand by way of slinking their way through Honduras.
And now, to lighten the mood, here is a picture of a My Little Pony which has been taken over by a Xenomorph.
http://community.livejournal.com/craftgrrl/9072497.html
For some reason this morning I started thinking about my middle school science teacher, Mr. Fast. Why on earth would you tell a bunch of 8th graders NOT to call you Speedy unless you wanted them to call you that very thing? He'd punish you if you called him that too. The man had a nearly pathological obsession with his own nickname which he allegedly hated. Many of my teachers had nicknames which the kids called them and all of them embraced them except for Mr. Fast. My 5th grade teacher was a man whose first name was Leslie for crying out loud and he never complained about it.
Mr. Fast practically dared you to call him Speedy. Indeed, he all-but begged you to. Then he'd make you write "I will not call my teacher names" five-hundred times. I don't know why I thought of him today. I haven't thought of him in years. At the time I remeber thinking he was funny. Now I realize he was a flipping sado-masochist.
And now, to lighten the mood, here is a picture of a My Little Pony which has been taken over by a Xenomorph.
http://community.livejournal.com/craftgrrl/9072497.html
For some reason this morning I started thinking about my middle school science teacher, Mr. Fast. Why on earth would you tell a bunch of 8th graders NOT to call you Speedy unless you wanted them to call you that very thing? He'd punish you if you called him that too. The man had a nearly pathological obsession with his own nickname which he allegedly hated. Many of my teachers had nicknames which the kids called them and all of them embraced them except for Mr. Fast. My 5th grade teacher was a man whose first name was Leslie for crying out loud and he never complained about it.
Mr. Fast practically dared you to call him Speedy. Indeed, he all-but begged you to. Then he'd make you write "I will not call my teacher names" five-hundred times. I don't know why I thought of him today. I haven't thought of him in years. At the time I remeber thinking he was funny. Now I realize he was a flipping sado-masochist.
