I’d heard about in the news a few weeks ago ago a woman in Iran that had been blinded by acid, thrown in her face by a jilted wannabe suiter. In the subsequent trial, she had pleaded that, as punishment, he should have acid dropped into his eyes and be blinded as well. An “eye for an eye”, literally.

Yesterday, I saw that a verdict in the trial had been reached, finding in favor of the woman and when handing down the sentence, the judge actually agreed with the woman and ordered the man to have a drop of acid placed in each eye and be blinded. Hot DAMN!

To quote:

TEHRAN, Iran (CNN) — An Iranian woman, blinded by a jilted stalker who threw acid in her face, has persuaded a court to sentence him to be blinded with acid himself under Islamic law demanding an eye for an eye.

Ameneh Bahrami refused to accept “blood money.” She insisted instead that her attacker suffer a fate similar to her own “so people like him would realize they do not have the right to throw acid in girls’ faces,” she told the Tehran Provincial Court.

Her attacker, a 27-year-old man identified in court papers as Majid, admitted throwing acid in her face in November 2004, blinding and disfiguring her. He said he loved her and insisted she loved him as well. [Full article]

A photo of the victim and douche who did the deed:

Do I see a slight physical resemblance to Richard Ramirez in the guy?

The thing I find the most ridiculous about this him is that:

Majid said he was still willing to marry Bahrami, but she ruled out the possibility and urged that he remain locked up.

Gee, thanks Majid. You’re a champ!

I can’t decide if this acid-blinding punishment is sick and fucked up or totally awesome.

On one end, it’s the fucking 21st century and a government is dropping acid into a man’s eyeball. Granted, he did some really bad shit, but still.

On the flip side, there’s a lot of acid throwing going on over there and often, the guy gets away with it completely. So, it’s nice to see someone drop the hammer on the guy in a way that’s getting some serious attention.

Right smack dab in the middle is the morbid fucker in me, that can’t stop thinking how cool it has to look. Strapping some guy down, immobilizing his head, retracting the eyelids and making that motherfucker scream. Quite the good mental picture.

I suppose it’s just a matter of time before there’s a Metal band out there with the name, “Acid Eye”.

My feelings precisely. I’ve never purchased any music, crippled with DRM and I never will. Instead, I use emusic to legally purchase MP3 files and if i can’t find it there, I get it by “other means” and I don’t even remotely feel bad about it. Chances are, if I ganked your album, I paid for at least one of your live shows and possibly bought a t-shirt as well.

[comic from xkcd.com]

Moral of the story? Dummies buy DRM!

About a month ago, I left my old digs in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn for Ditmas Park. I’ve been busy packing, unpacking and being poor from all the expenses associated with moving (asshole old landlord, movers, furniture, etc.) It’s all been a bit of a stressor.

But, the upside is that I now have a doorman, an elevator, more space and laundry within my building (a rare score in NYC for some people). The neighborhood is quiet, beautiful and has tons of cops (I see at least two every time I go outside, if not more). Bang for buck, the real winner for me is the laundry. I despise shlepping to laundromats. The fact that I can hit pause on the TiVo, hop an elevator with a bag of clothes and be back in five minutes nearly moves my grumpy, NY ass to tears of joy and salvation.

Every day, when I come home, passing the the doorman, Herman a.k.a. “Cheese” (Herman = Herman Munster = Muenster = Cheese. It’s how I remember people’s names), the lyrics to The Jeffersons runs through my mind:

Well we’re movin on up,
To the east side.
To a deluxe apartment in the sky.
Movin on up,
To the east side.
We finally got a piece of the pie.

Fish don’t fry in the kitchen;
Beans don’t burn on the grill.
Took a whole lotta tryin’,
Just to get up that hill.
Now we’re up in the big leagues,
Gettin’ our turn at bat.
As long as we live, it’s you and me baby,
There ain’t nothin wrong with that.

Well we’re movin on up,
To the east side.
To a deluxe apartment in the sky.
Movin on up,
To the east side.
We finally got a piece of the pie.

Granted, I’m white, have never fried fish, nor cooked beans on a grill and I’m in Brooklyn, not the Upper East Side. But, I am loud, grumpy and I walk funny.

I smell a God-Humper…

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Oh shizz…Alaska is a refuge state for the Apocalypse…*makes note*

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Seriously, this lady is a wingnut.

Were I a superhero vigilante, this beast would be my sidekick.

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The video reminds me of Roger from the Tekken series.

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Perhaps the greatest, manliest, John Wayne-type true grit site I’ve ever seen on the internet: mredepot.com. Selling non-perishable food and supplies for the survivalist, in the event of of disaster, the coming of Armageddon, camping, or for those who are just plain batshit-crazy (like myself).

They carry everything from ready-to-eat bacon in a can (I repeat with emphasis: MOTHERFUCKING BACON IN A MOTHERFUCKING CAN!!!) to collapsible batons, pepper spray, portable toilets and gas-powered generators. Everything you need to ride out the end of the world in style.

It’s a one-stop shopping mecca. You’ve got whole chickens in a can, some dehydrated pork chops (mmm…*drool*), cases of beef in gravy and for dessert, some canned cake and several choices of pudding! It’s a redneck recipe for utter fucking success!

GAAAAAHH!!! I must order!!! I must kill!!! I must dig a hole, eat some bacon and ride the shit out!!!

In the name of all things holy and true… I really fucking need one of these bastards:

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One could argue that living in Brooklyn, I hardly need one of these bad boys. I beg to differ. A paintball sentry makes you awesome. It makes any place instantly badass. It’s a necessary addition to any paranoid’s household.

My body feeds 10. I need to gain more weight!

Henry Miller is totally the man I hope to be (plus a little Larry David), when I’m a geezer. Miller has balls. he’s a man’s man. The kind of strange, old dude you down beers with and listen to horrible, debauched tales from, while killing time in a bar. This will be me. It’s gotta happen.

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I’ve always been an armchair (more like beanbag, really) astronomy freak. That said,I’m totally blown away by this excellent shot of a sunset from the surface of Mars, taken by Nasa’s Spirit rover in 2005, but coming to my attention just a couple days ago. I love Mars. I love space. I love inhumanity.

Here’s my favorite Mars image site (RSS feed). It’s a badass feed to have in your RSS aggregator