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Bill Murray Arrested for Drunk Driving in a Golf Cart
Hollywood star Bill Murray has been arrested on suspicion of drunk driving in a golf cart in the Swedish capital Stockholm. The actor was stopped by police in the early hours of Sunday and alcohol was smelled on his breath, according Stockholm police detective inspector Christer Holmlund. Holmlund says, "He refused to blow in the (breath test) instrument, citing American legislation. So we applied the old method - a blood test. It will take 14 days before the results are in." Murray - who is in the city attending a golf tournament - signed a document admitting driving under the influence and permitted a police officer to enter a guilty plea on his behalf if the case goes to court. The 56-year-old will only be charged if his blood alcohol level is higher than the legal limit. If it is excessively high he could face a prison sentence - but a fine is more likely. Holmlund adds, "There were no obvious signs, like when someone is really tipsy." The officer claims mystery surrounds the golf cart and who owns it - although Murray isn't facing theft charges: "It was a golf cart. How it ended up in this predicament I don't know. I have done this since 1968 and I've never experienced anything like this."

Went to Arby's today, only to find out that they no longer offer french fries- just curley fries.
Are you kidding me with this?

For the past 3 years or so, I’ve been having to go to bed (or at least attempt to go to bed) at around 3pm on Sundays. As regular visitors of Kirkopolis know, I’ve been working 3rd shift which means I have to be up by about 10:30pm to be there by 11:30 p.m. Well, as of Monday I’m on the dream shift- a.k.a. 1st shift. It sure sounds sweet, 5am to 3:30ish M-Th. The problem is, my body is soooo used to going to bed early on a Sunday that my mind is completely wigging out at the moment. Well, more so than normal I suppose.
It’s a nice shift, I get up early enough to beat the staggering Southern Illinois traffic (inside joke to those who know) but anymore I’m a morning person anyway. Plus, during the hot days, like now, when its to much to ride safely I can still hit the gym after work before the 5 o’clock crowd hits and really starts to annoy me.
Anyhoo, got some other news in the works, but I don’t want to jinx myself so I’ll tell ya all about it in a week or so (ohhhh, intrigue).

It’s funny. When you encounter a moment that you want to remember, and you tell yourself to hold on to all of it, remind yourself to make note of the details so you can paint the picture when the moment is right. We do that with the moments that we never want to forget, or even with the moments we never wished had to happen.
Then there are the moments that are so encompassing, even in their subtleties, that you know they will be engraved in soul until the day of your passing. You don’t have to remind yourself to hold on to any of the memories; your mind will do that by sheer default.
But you remember not necessarily the larger scope- the date, the current newsworthy events, peripheral parties involved- but rather the smaller details. The things you somehow failed to notice before.
You remember the way she needed a red marker, and you handed her brown- three times, only to be corrected with sigh- three times.
You remember that all her play horses were girls, because girls rule.
You remember the frilly, white dress, perfect in its innocence, and how she asked you to re-tie the back because her arms weren’t long enough.
You remember how you didn’t realize how hard it was not to cry because you were too distracted with the notion of good bye.
You remember how her little arms fit so snuggly around your neck until you handed her off…
..and then you remember how at that moment you realized how much better they fit around her mother’s, and that they both would be just fine, perfect in a beauty that no artist will ever do justice.

Then you walked off, into the sunset, journeying on, alone again.

When Rosie left “The View” I saw that the unholy marriage of the two axis of evil was over and assured myself that it couldn’t get any worse.
It has…

Barbara Walters announced on Wednesday morning's chatfest that Whoopi Goldberg has been chosen to succeed the long departed Rosie O'Donnell as moderator of the femme-fueled talk show when it officially kicks off its 11th season Sept. 4.

I have an untamable urge to read the book of Job.

From YahooNews

BALTIMORE (AP) -- Umpire attendant Ernie Tyler will voluntarily end his consecutive games streak at 3,769 to see another man known for his ability to show up to work every day: Cal Ripken Jr.
Tyler hasn't missed a Baltimore Orioles home game since assuming the position on opening day in 1960. This weekend, however, he will skip the Orioles' two games against the Yankees to be in Cooperstown, N.Y., to see Ripken's induction into the Hall of Fame.
The 83-year-old Tyler will be going as a guest of Ripken, who will pay the bill for the entire weekend.
Ripken, of course, played in 2,632 straight games before voluntarily ending his streak in 1998.
"I saw him when he was 12 years old. I knew his father well," Tyler said Thursday. "What better time to do it than to go now? When I heard he wanted me to go to Cooperstown, how could I say no? The streak doesn't mean that much when you're thinking about your relationship with the Ripken family."
Unlike Ripken's streak, Tyler's was comprised solely from regular-season home games. Throw in exhibition games, the postseason and the 1993 All-Star game, and Tyler will have worked 3,819 successive games before leaving for New York on Saturday.
Tyler can appreciate the irony of having his streak end to see Ripken, who also had the opportunity to determine when to finally sit down.
"If I were ill or got hurt, there might be some remorse," Tyler said. "But under the circumstances, there are no regrets whatsoever. I thought about it for two weeks now, and I'm just overwhelmed and honored to go up there with him."
Tyler won't be at Camden Yards this weekend, but his sons will carry on for him. Jim Tyler is the Orioles clubhouse manager and Fred Tyler tends to the visitor's clubhouse. Ripken asked them to go too, but they couldn't leave because the Yankees are in town.
Ripken had a few close calls in keeping his streak alive, most notably when he twisted his knee trying to break up a 1993 brawl with the Seattle Mariners.
Tyler had some health problems along the way, but the most serious issues occurred during the offseason.
"I had an operation for liver cancer in January 1995," he recalled. "The doctor said, 'Don't worry, Ernie, your streak wont go by the wayside. I'll have you back in April."
Tyler has also had a gall bladder removed and a hernia operation -- both during the winter months.
"God's been on my side, I guess," he said. "One morning I had to say rosary to get out of bed. Sometimes you just don't want to go, but you've got to."
Every home game for 47 1/2 years, Tyler has rubbed up baseballs for umpires and tended to their every need.
"I never thought of it as a streak. I just thought of it as seeing a ballgame," he said. "It's better than being around the house all day, helping with the dishes or mowing the lawn."