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Somebody has been watching too many oaters.

A Louisiana man was jailed early yesterday morning and charged with battery, public intimidation, and disturbing the peace after he rode his horse into a bar multiple times and then lassoed a man, dragging the 47-year-old through the parking lot of the drinking establishment.

Anyone who uses Gmail and didn’t realize that Google was peeking at the contents so as to target advertisements should not be allowed to use a computing device.

There’s a reason I use Startpage for a search engine. And you should too.

A business person interviewed in the Charlotte Observer counsels that

Gen Y customers value authenticity and genuineness. Your brand must connect with their values of integrity and being real.

Expect a spate of consultants offering workshops in how to be authentic and genuine, followed by self-help books on authenticization and integritification prcesses, followed by a feature in Time Magazine about the most authentic authenticization integrification consultants.

According to Wildwood Ordinance 4-2.4, which went into effect July 9, all people over age 12 must wear footwear and shirts on the boardwalk and refrain from allowing their pants or swim trunks to sag more than three inches below the waist.

“I don’t think people should have inappropriate things hanging out, because there are children around,” said Freiberg, a 24-year-old dentistry student at Manor College in Jenkintown. “But in general, people should be able to do what they want.”

Mayor Ernie Troiano Jr. has said the town passed the law in response to complaints from visitors and residents.

This is the same town where, the last time I visited it, the hottest items in the boardwalk shops seemed to be Big Johnson Tee Shirts.

You can’t make this stuff up.

Via PoliticalProf.

Historiann asks, “Why is this the summer of tweeting badly?”

Yes, indeed, they do, and the internet is a public place.

Apparently, there is now a “Zimmerman defense.”

Der Spiegel reports on the paparazzi and the paragliders.

The lengths that folks go to provide pablum for the celeb-crazy is stunning.

Here’s a snippet.

But the celebrity journalism community is not in agreement over the use of remote-controlled flying objects. Some photographers still have doubts as to the suitability of flying machines for the work of paparazzi. Hans Paul, who has pursued Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt on his moped, sees the use of drones in his line of work as “the greatest nonsense.” The flight time is too short, the risk of detection too high. He favors a paraglider. “I fly one with a backpack motor and can take much better photos,” he says.

Really, now, why does anyone care about these people and the victims they photogragh?

He had had all he could stands, he couldn’t stands no more.

In the wee hours of a July morning, Lloyd entered a Walgreens in Fort Pierce and allegedly caused a disturbance because he was upset the store didn’t stock his drink of choice, reports Will Greenlee in his Off the Beat blog for TCPalm.com in Stuart.

. . . of the Absurd.

Are lap dances a form of theater?

That’s what the owners of three Philadelphia “gentlemen’s clubs” are contending as they try to block the city from taxing income from private dances – a move that would cost them as much as $1.5 million.

During the next few weeks, the city’s Tax Review Board will decide whether Club Risque, Cheerleaders, and Delilah’s will owe an additional “amusement tax,” . . . .

Yeah.

Right.

And the “gentlemen” are critics.

Tidbit:

Delilah’s is enshrined in an episode of Forensic Files.

You can’t make this stuff up.

Just what we need: Chuck E. Cheese for grown-ups.

I visited the Dave & Buster’s in Philly once.

Ex and I dropped to boat over in Wilmington and ran up to Penn’s Landing, where we tied up and walked about.

The gaming stations had buttons for calling tech support and the wait staff (to bring more drinks).

All I can say about the experience is that the Delaware River can be a lovely place for a boat ride.

I outgrew Chuck E. Cheese three kids ago.

All-Star twits.

No place to hide.

Apprehended twits.

“Catch me if you can.”

San Diego County District Attorney Bonnie Dumanis said Wanda Podgurski sent that taunting tweet after skipping trial in January while facing charges of insurance of fraud.

But then authorities did catch her.

One man’s joke . . . .

A social media post has fueled a squabble between two local attorneys, leading to a defamation lawsuit and contributing to a crackdown on electronics use in the city’s General District Court.

At issue is whether a Facebook post of a photo taken inside a courtroom this year was a harmless joke or a damaging misrepresentation, according to the lawsuit and response, filed in Circuit Court this spring.

Frolicky details at the link.

The Roanoke Times’s Dan Casey is somewhat skeptical of some of the arrests for soliciting contract killers, especially those in which the putative mechanic is an undercover officer seemingly ready to take the job.

The circumstances, settings and players were different, and the motives ranged from jealousy and greed to anger and infidelity.

But in each case there was a common thread: The killer-for-hire was an undercover cop, playing a menacing role opposite some ordinary fools who’d let their imaginations run wild. That’s the kindest way to put it.

(snip)

How do those average citizens hook up with faux hit men? That was one of the things I wanted to ask Virginia State Police. From our clip files it’s obvious the agency is the leading supplier of contract killers in the Old Dominion.

His attempts to secure an interview were unsuccessful.

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The mayor’s twits seemed to show him at a public event, one he had said he had to miss to move his son into the dorm.

The Tampa Bay Times called Foster to ask why he wasn’t schlepping boxes to a dorm room. He instantly responded, sending pictures of himself and his son on campus as well as a receipt from a Gainesville restaurant at 2:41 p.m.

“Been here all day,” he said. “The pic posted was from a previous walk. I wasn’t there. My campaign tweets. I don’t.”

Does anyone else see a disconnect there?

(Hint: Substitute “promises” for “tweets.”)

Full disclosure:

I have no position on the election. Just on the disconnect.

I received a postcard yesterday with the shattering news that my nine-year old truck with 110,000 mostly trouble-free miles on it would shortly be out from under its one-year factory warranty.

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