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Madoff got 150 years. I love our legal system and its unrelenting need to attach a quantifiable penalty to each and every high profile crime (other than death, which is a whole other can of worms). I mean they couldn't just say "You're a schmuck, we're never letting you out?" I know, it doesn't send the message on white collar crime the judge wanted to spend, but I think it's clear to most people that when you rip off thousands of people for billions of dollars, you're going to get some karma coming to your door at the middle of the night for some revenge.

I still say the best solution would be to let each and every person screwed by this guy to get exactly one shot at him with a baseball bat (no kneecaps or headshots!) and televise it.

Who ya gonna call?

Saw some nice mammatocumuli clouds on Friday night, prior to drinking downtown. This isn't my picture, but it was taken pretty much down the street from where I was.

It was one of those bizarre moments because literally everyone on the street had stopped and looked up. Even the homeless dude wandering around paused in his soliloquy of "Whitemotherfuckerswhitemotherfuckers" to utter an "oh, pretty." Reminds me of scene from Ghostbusters, actually.

Oh, and regarding the post below, apparently I forgot about Ed McMahon. And now Billy Mays. See? Death and destruction and Hollywood star killer viruses. Crazy.

In Threes

So I hear that celebrity deaths, much like bad luck, come in threes. With Fawcett and Jackson down, I guess there's still one outstanding (Jeff Goldblum was apparently rumored to have died as well, but as it happens the Interwebs just confused "dead" with "no longer relevant").

The obit for Fawcett in the Times was actually condescending as all hell. It's always nice when someone dies (celebrity or not) of cancer and the lede for the obituary is basically "Well, she was a sex symbol. And she tried to be more. But it didn't happen. But trying is good, right?" Not that it matters, as MJ is going to dominate the headlines. It took all of about two hours for the major media outlets to start racing to find the last photo taken of him, which, as it happens, was him on a stretcher being loaded into an ambulance. It's official. We live in a culture with no class whatsoever.

So now I suppose we have to sit back and wait for the third celebrity to drop. And I get to sit back and wait for the next two "unfortunate opportunities" to arise. Woot and a half.

Plans

In an attempt to not become one of the millions of "derelict" blogs that were recently mentioned in an article I read, I'll be updating once a day. Due to a lack of internet at home, it'll be before work. Shhh... don't tell the boss.