A Georgia elementary school teacher was in for a surprise last Friday when 8-9 of her students, both boys and girls, planned to bind and stab her after being angered over the scolding of a fellow student for standing on a chair. The extent of the students’ planning and premeditated preparation is astonishing:

Police Chief Tony Tanner said the students apparently planned to knock the teacher unconscious with a glass paperweight, bind her with handcuffs and duct tape and then stab her with a broken steak knife.

The scheme involved a division of roles, Tanner said. One child’s job was to cover windows so no one could see outside, and another was supposed to clean up after the attack. Associated Press

It’s not clear how many of the students really knew of the intent to harm the teacher as some said they simply thought it was a joke. Nevertheless two students were arrested on juvenile charges, and a third arrest is expected. In the end the no one was harmed, but things could have been worse. Even if the students hadn’t intended to kill their teacher, who can really say how it all would’ve turned out. One thing’s for sure though, stories like this aren’t really going help fulfill any shortage of teachers in the US. Molding young minds seems to be more dangerous than ever.

-Handcuffs and Knife the children planned to use.

According to a report from the Associated Press, a 35-year-old Kansas woman named Pam Babcock was pried from the toilet seat of her boyfriend’s bathroom after spending nearly two years there. Shockingly, her sojourn in the lavatory was one of choice and not forcible imprisonment according to her boyfriend Kory McFarren:

“It just kind of happened one day. She went in and had been in there a little while, the next time it was a little longer. Then she got it in her head she was going to stay — like it was a safe place for her.”

During Babcock’s stay in the bathroom her boyfriend brought her food and clothes and they even engaged in conversation. It was seemingly a normal relationship (except for the whole kidnapper dynamic). On February 27^th McFarren finally got a clue that something might be amiss and called the police to report that there was something “wrong” with his girlfriend. When authorities arrived however, Babcock was unwilling to cooperate:

It appeared the 35-year-old Ness City woman’s skin had grown around the seat, said Ness County Sheriff Bryan Whipple. The woman initially refused emergency medical services but was finally convinced by responders and her boyfriend that she needed to be checked out at a hospital.

“We pried the toilet seat off with a pry bar and the seat went with her to the hospital,” Whipple said. “The hospital removed it.”

It is currently unclear whether any charges will be brought against McFarren. He says he wasn’t forcing her to stay, and she didn’t want to leave, so I don’t see how he can really be charged with anything, except maybe negligent stupidity for not recognizing the problem sooner. My only question now is what did that bathroom look like? There had to be some form of entertainment in there, otherwise the lady would’ve gone crazy. Unless of course she was already crazy to begin with…

At last night’s Fresno stop of the Scary Kids Scaring Kids / Haste the Day tour, some illmatic drama went down, proving once again what everyone in California already knows, that Fresno is a fucking dump:

We’d like to explain to everybody what happened tonight, and apart from it all we’d like to thank everybody who stood with us.

Shortly after Haste The Day’s set, when we were about to play tonight, a member of security told everybody, including us for the first time that there were “technical difficulties” and that the show would be postponed for minutes at most. He also asked that everybody leave the main stage area and enter the merch area until they figured everything out.

we had personally been told that the venue had a visit from the fire marshall because they were over capacity, and were escorting people out of the show to reach the allowed number of people.

After the Fire Marshall left, We had heard that they might be shutting the show entirely down and after a short while, we decided we would play to ensure that everyone who had paid had gotten their moneys worth.

Then some shit went down. Security refused to allow people back through the only door that lead to the main room. We told security from stage that everybody should be let through to watch the rest of the show. We continued playing, until I was handed a phone with a text saying “people are being pepper sprayed. ” We immediately stopped playing and told security that the police were being called and that we were ending the show in order to look out, and be there for all our fans stuck outside being sprayed.
The night concluded with police vehicles surrounding the venue and ambulances helping young girls and boys wash pepper spray out of their eyes.

We want everyone to know how furious we are at security, and venues that destroy the community we have built together.
We have worked for many years with little help to share love and will continue being true to our goals.
We are working to find a way to make it up to everybody who was put through this with us tonight.
Even if it comes down to playing a house party, I promise we will make it up.

much love.

Pouyan

Scary Kids

Damn.

So what if Mary Kate Olsen and Heath Ledger were hooking up? I don’t really care and neither should you. The point is that Heath’s masseuse found him “cold to touch” and called Mary Kate 2 times before the police, knowing that she was at least a trusted friend who had the ability to send help. She knew the situation was delicate. She was probably thinking about the massive amount of cameras, the morbid public eye, and the apathy of police work when she dialed Mary Kate to frantically ask what to do. Yeah, it looks a little shady, but when you read his last interview in the New York Times, you’ll see there’s no foul play. Just a tragic accident with sleeping pills; a male Marilyn Monroe. May he rest in peace and his life be celebrated.

As often happens when he throws himself into a part, the actor is not sleeping much.

“Last week, I probably slept an average of two hours a night. I couldn’t stop thinking. My body was exhausted, and my mind was still going.”

One night, he said, he took an Ambien, which failed to work. He took a second one and fell into a stupor, only to wake up an hour later, his mind still racing.

Even as he spoke, Ledger was hard-pressed to keep still. He got up and poured more coffee. He stepped outside into the courtyard and smoked a cigarette. He shook his hair out from under its hood, put a rubber band around it, took out the rubber band, put on a hat, took off the hat, put the hood back up. He went outside for another cigarette.

Polite and charming, he nonetheless gave off the sense that the last thing he wanted to do was delve deep into himself for public consumption.