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Murder-suicide note posted on Facebook
LOS ANGELES – A California man who killed himself and his 9-month-old son in an apparent murder-suicide left dozens of angry, desperate messages to the boy’s mother, including a lengthy suicide note and a memorial collage that appeared on the Web hours after he was dead.
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Authorities were looking into whether a third person actually posted the suicide note and collage to Garcia’s Facebook account after Garcia prepared the items before his death.
what kind of fucking loser doesn’t have his own website to post misanthropic rants such as, ‘if i have to open internet explorer one more time i’m going to paint the wall with my brains‘ or ‘if i have to look up ‘cupcake vector’ again today, i’m going end up testing the tensile strength of this miniblind drawstring with my weight‘ or ‘if that girl with the ‘organic farming’ t-shirt comes out with that douchebag in the black drainpipes i’m gunning this tempo off the seabees bridge‘? status updates are for tweens; a grown man should be using scheduled posting for having his suicide message appear, rather than asking some stooge to manually post it later. someone this pathetic should have killed himself. we don’t know about including the 9 month old, but at least he didn’t dress him in children’s lingerie.
by the way, this piece will be posted two (2) hours after it is written, in case we drop a toaster in the bathtub the moment isak borg arrives in lund!
~ we always thought the day clint eastwood died was the worst of our lives, but…
The Walt Disney Company has agreed to purchase Marvel Entertainment, Inc. and its portfolio of 5,0000 characters in a stock and cash transaction worth $4 Billion. –cbr
Survey: Average gamer is 35, fat and depressed
~ an acquaintance who knows of our erstwhile penchant for desperate postings and even more desperate perusals of various cities’ craigslist missed connections sent us the following link, presumably to aid in our pathetic endeavours:
“Missed Connections coast to coast” [w]
here is an edited version of our furious response:
that’s interesting!
i’m surprised that trader joe’s or whole foods didn’t show up.
with that sort of winner-take-all plurality, though, i think you would be mistaken to use this as a guide to find a place where you are most likely to get mc’d. i mean, if there were 20 mc’s in your city, and 2 were at wawa while the other 18 were at various individual coffee shops, very small array would plaster ‘wawa’ on that map, which would mislead you in to thinking that the majority of mc’s are at one place. they should have a bar graph with various locations per city/state, or one of those maps that came out post-election where the republican and democratic areas of the nation were displayed as blobs of red and blue that were sized according to voter representation instead of geography. hmm, i do ponder other issues than missed connections.
like this, but for posts about guys on blue bikes:
~ they got that right:
Word of the Day for Friday, February 15, 2008
ennui \on-WEE\, noun
–dictionary.com
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although it provides rich and ample fodder for musings on surface and artifacts, philadelphia has been a punishing drought when our literary motivation seeks to take root. not since the early days of the manhattan project [+] have we felt like such hacks, pirating lines from rabble in the street – this time splicing it w/ the work of other members of the work.group.
~ chain grocery store quote: ‘life is hard, you know. do you think you can work with those olives?’
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this ‘quote’ was relayed to us by a third party, but as we were mere feet away from the exchange, peeping out pre-3ds brickwork, we feel as though we were there. basically, this is a fictionalized account: ‘order me a raspberry steamer. or strawberry.’
~ Investigators searching Moore’s cramped, two-room basement home about 60 miles norththeast of Glasgow found the typed lyrics of the Kraftwerk song ‘Hall of Mirrors’ next to his computer. The song is about being trapped and lost in life, and Moore’s note was on the same sheet of paper as the lyrics.
~ possible article for the toastmaster slice of life section: ‘man heard shouting ‘fuck this!’ as he is reminded of his wretched life when he crashes to his knees and right elbow on the ice patch before ‘super 7′ on walnut ave, west philadelphia, certain that any man in a gold suit is being comfortably transported to a mud bath and/or sensual massage in a stretch hummer’
