Saturday, December 11, 2010

Only in BC: Keep Pesticides Outdoors

"Wood and metal particles found in some Rolaids SoftChews have led to a recall of the popular antacid."

Man didn't plan to kill ex-boss at party: lawyer"

However, Fowler maintained, Kirkpatrick did not intend to kill his former boss — in fact, Kirkpatrick liked Banky and even brought him a present at the party, he said.

He took a shotgun to the party just to get attention, the lawyer said. However, Kirkpatrick ended up firing the gun a number of times.

The first defence witness, toxicologist Wayne Jeffery, testified about the possible side-effects of Kirkpatrick's epilepsy medication, including nausea, impaired judgment, confusion and slurred speech.

New Westminster cat dunked in paint thinner"

"We could smell it. I mean, I think it's paint thinner — I'm not an expert in chemicals or anything, but it smelled like paint thinner.

Also a loaded Rocket Launcher was found in Nanaimo.

Friday, December 10, 2010


Thursday, December 9, 2010

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Sunday, December 5, 2010


October 1, 1958 57 Perry Street New York City


I got a hell of a kick reading the piece Time magazine did this week on The Sun. In addition to wishing you the best of luck, I'd also like to offer my services.

Since I haven't seen a copy of the "new" Sun yet, I'll have to make this a tentative offer. I stepped into a dung-hole the last time I took a job with a paper I didn't know anything about (see enclosed clippings) and I'm not quite ready to go charging up another blind alley.

By the time you get this letter, I'll have gotten hold of some of the recent issues of The Sun. Unless it looks totally worthless, I'll let my offer stand. And don't think that my arrogance is unintentional: it's just that I'd rather offend you now than after I started working for you. [...]

The enclosed clippings should give you a rough idea of who I am. It's a year old, however, and I've changed a bit since it was written. I've taken some writing courses from Columbia in my spare time, learned a hell of a lot about the newspaper business, and developed a healthy contempt for journalism as a profession.

As far as I'm concerned, it's a damned shame that a field as potentially dynamic and vital as journalism should be overrun with dullards, bums, and hacks, hag-ridden with myopia, apathy, and complacence, and generally stuck in a bog of stagnant mediocrity. If this is what you're trying to get The Sun away from, then I think I'd like to work for you.

Most of my experience has been in sports writing, but I can write everything from warmongering propaganda to learned book reviews.

I can work 25 hours a day if necessary, live on any reasonable salary, and don't give a black damn for job security, office politics, or adverse public relations.

I would rather be on the dole than work for a paper I was ashamed of. [...]

Sincerely, Hunter S. Thompson

(needless to say, he did not get the job)