Happened to a father from my kid's little league team, during a game he should have showed up for instead. Hush hush in the local paper, etc., but everybody heard. You have to feel for the mom to stay in the same town after that.
Yikes, seriously OT, and none too soon, it seems the wise Latina, doesn't have an elementary understanding of Spanish grammar.
I know, it's piling on, but if Thomas has said anything close to that
At least David died doing what he, presumably, loved doing. ~ cough ~
Meanwhile, "Burn Notice" is back. I've written a note to Bruce Campbell urging him to avoid death by sexual misadventure for the next twenty-to-thirty years. I'm holding out hope for the Return of Briscoe County Jr.
Jane, you are now the frontrunner for my blogger observation of the year award with that comment about the sartorial preferences of those making a voluntary checkout from this level of creation (not that I indulge myself the fantasy that anyone gives a hoot about my blogger observation of the year award).
One of the waittresses at Murrell's comes from Cape Cod, and her best friend is from Boston. She came up to me and asked me what I was doing down in Shreveport with Massachusetts license plates and my car filled with stuff, and I had a nice chat with her while I had my breakfast (by the way, gravy goes great not only on biscuits, but also on hash browns and omelettes).
I loved that show, Fox really does murder innovative shows doesn't it. PaulL that does seem to be the understatement of the day. Anyhow how about this take by Tom Barnett on the Obama speech.
OK, thanks, verner. One of his elementary, middle and high school friends is doing Teach For America in Baton Rouge. The training is in Phoenix, Arizona, but the friend is going to be teaching in one of the Baton Rouge schools.
Meanwhile, let's hope the JOM Red Wings and Penguins fans are enjoying a great Stanley Cup Finals series, now tied at 2-2.
I'll check with my son, Mary. His program is not Teach For America, but Louisiana Teaching Fellows. He probably knows the required commitment time for both programs.
You know, I think the coverage of David Carradine's death goes under the category of "too much information." And how.
If they had said, "hanging in a closet, but death appears accidental" I think that would have been quite enough. We can all manage 1+1=2
Then again, death in this way is pretty common, and if he didn't want his legacy to be tasteless headlines and snickers maybe he should have thought about it before....well, never mind.
Southern gravy is good on mashed 'taters, chicken fried steak and fried chicken. Don't leave the south without having a heapin' helpin' of chicken fried steak smothered in pan gravy.
Years ago, a family in my area lost a pubescent boy in this fashion. My parents had never heard of this particular form of auto-eroticism. when I told them about it, they had a look on their face (they were from the Greatest Generation) like they had now heard too much. And the poor family, how their grief must have been worsened by the awfulness of the method of dying. They didn't say anything to anyone, even sort of acted as if the kid hadn't even died. Awful. Awful. Awful. I remember in law school reading a police detective manual (while I should have been studying torts and contracts) that said this form of death is quite common, esp. among young adolescent boys. Really horrible.
I wouldn't call it common. There have certainly been times when parents have covered up the autoerotic asphyxia aspects of their kid's death, to save the humiliation, and made it look like a suicide instead of an accident. Then the kid's friends all wonder why he killed himself when he never seemed at all suicidal.
Unless he assumed that there was zero risk involved, it seems an absolutely insane thing for a 72-year-old married father of three to do. It's tragic enough when an adolescent boy dies this way, but surely Carradine should have been able to calculate the horrible stain he would leave for his wife and children to deal with for the rest of their lives, let alone his own legacy.
I hope I don't sound painfully naive and provincial, but I have a difficult time discerning the thrill for these guys of tying a rope around their nards and one around their neck hard enough to choke them to death.
This is somehow more fun than a roll in the hay with their wife or girlfriend, or even someone else's?
It sounds like about as much fun as a roll in the hay with a bushel of poison ivy and a handful of furniture tacks.
That Siam I am!
That Siam I am!
I do not like that Siam I am!
Do you like
a suicide sham?
I do not like them, Siam I am.
I do not like
a suicide sham.
Would you like one
here or there?
I would not like one
here or there.
I would not like one anywhere.
I do not like
a suicide sham.
I do not like them, Siam I am.
Would you like one in a closet?
would you like to make a deposit?
I do not like them
in a closet.
I do not want to make
a deposit.
I do not like them
here or there.
I do not like them
anywhere.
I do not like
a suicide sham.
I do not like them
Siam I am.
Would you do one
with a rope?
Would you do one
with some dope?
Not with a rope.
Not with some dope.
Not in a closet.
Not with a deposit.
I would not do one
here or there.
I would not do one anywhere.
I would not do a suicide sham.
I do not like them, Siam I am.
I hope I don't sound painfully naive and provincial
I was debating whether to confess my ignorance as to how one gets from autoeroticism (or eroticism of any sort) to asphyxia. This is not a request for information, incidentally, of which there has been quite enough, thank you.
...
You do not like it. So you say.
Try it! Try it! And you may.
Try it and you may, I say.
Siam! If you will let me be,
I will try it. You will see.
Say! I like strangling the ham!
I do! I like it, Siam I am!
And I would do it in a boat.
And I would do it with a goat...
And I would do it in the rain.
And in the dark. And on a train.
And in a car. And in a tree.
It is so good, so good, you see!
So I will do it here in Bangkok.
With a rope around my dang kok
Tippee-toeing on these boxes,
leering at these Thailand foxes
And I will do it in a closet.
And try to make a big deposit.
I do so like strangling the ham,
Thank you. Thank you, Siam I urghhhhh.....
Daddy, one of my favorite books of all time has now been disturbingly rewritten. My regard for green eggs and ham has been irrevocably damaged. But Sneelock will fix it, I'm sure.
If you've had 3-7 year olds, you'll get the reference...
And the cause of his death seems as mysterious as does the crash of the Airbus off Brazil.
Posted by: clarice | June 05, 2009 at 10:42 AM
ABC News headline quotes police saying Carradine's death likely sex accident.
Good grief! It reminded me of that CNN idiot found roaming in a park with a similar rope setup.
Gack!
Posted by: centralcal | June 05, 2009 at 10:43 AM
The key is always the state of dress. People who intend to die don't hang themselves naked.
(Now how would she know that?)
Posted by: Jane | June 05, 2009 at 11:16 AM
Happened to a father from my kid's little league team, during a game he should have showed up for instead. Hush hush in the local paper, etc., but everybody heard. You have to feel for the mom to stay in the same town after that.
Posted by: Extraneus | June 05, 2009 at 11:16 AM
Yikes, seriously OT, and none too soon, it seems the wise Latina, doesn't have an elementary understanding of Spanish grammar.
I know, it's piling on, but if Thomas has said anything close to that
Posted by: narciso | June 05, 2009 at 11:35 AM
I think the "One Night In Bangkok" reference is too soon.
You can't go straight to a song that says "not much between despair and ecstasy". Think of the children!
Posted by: Tom | June 05, 2009 at 11:38 AM
What's that old joke from Richard Pryor about his dad--he came and went at the same time..
Well, if you've gotta go.
I should really be ashamed of myself.
Posted by: verner | June 05, 2009 at 11:57 AM
At least David died doing what he, presumably, loved doing. ~ cough ~
Meanwhile, "Burn Notice" is back. I've written a note to Bruce Campbell urging him to avoid death by sexual misadventure for the next twenty-to-thirty years. I'm holding out hope for the Return of Briscoe County Jr.
Posted by: BumperStickerist | June 05, 2009 at 11:57 AM
Yeah, I don't think this cords tied around his genitals business fits in well with a suicide theory.
Posted by: PaulL | June 05, 2009 at 12:02 PM
Jane, you are now the frontrunner for my blogger observation of the year award with that comment about the sartorial preferences of those making a voluntary checkout from this level of creation (not that I indulge myself the fantasy that anyone gives a hoot about my blogger observation of the year award).
One of the waittresses at Murrell's comes from Cape Cod, and her best friend is from Boston. She came up to me and asked me what I was doing down in Shreveport with Massachusetts license plates and my car filled with stuff, and I had a nice chat with her while I had my breakfast (by the way, gravy goes great not only on biscuits, but also on hash browns and omelettes).
Rest in peace, Mr. Carradine.
Posted by: Thomas Collins | June 05, 2009 at 12:05 PM
I loved that show, Fox really does murder innovative shows doesn't it. PaulL that does seem to be the understatement of the day. Anyhow how about this take by Tom Barnett on the Obama speech.
Posted by: narciso | June 05, 2009 at 12:08 PM
Hey T. Collins, if your boy makes it down to Baton Rouge, let me know. I'll get my daughter to show him around.
She's staying down there this summer.
Posted by: verner | June 05, 2009 at 12:13 PM
OK, thanks, verner. One of his elementary, middle and high school friends is doing Teach For America in Baton Rouge. The training is in Phoenix, Arizona, but the friend is going to be teaching in one of the Baton Rouge schools.
Meanwhile, let's hope the JOM Red Wings and Penguins fans are enjoying a great Stanley Cup Finals series, now tied at 2-2.
Posted by: Thomas Collins | June 05, 2009 at 12:36 PM
New York Post front page headline this morning:
Hung Fu!
Posted by: Jack is Back! | June 05, 2009 at 12:40 PM
Thomas Collins
How long is your son expected to be a part of the program? One of our sons is interested but does not want to make a two year commitment.
Posted by: Mary | June 05, 2009 at 12:55 PM
I'll check with my son, Mary. His program is not Teach For America, but Louisiana Teaching Fellows. He probably knows the required commitment time for both programs.
Posted by: Thomas Collins | June 05, 2009 at 12:58 PM
That is a dreadful, compelling headline one can admire from a distance and hate yourself for doing so. Black humor.
Posted by: sbw | June 05, 2009 at 01:29 PM
This is why it it is always better to plunge from a balcony whilst being pursued by a jealous husband with a gun.
Posted by: PeterUK | June 05, 2009 at 01:47 PM
You know, I think the coverage of David Carradine's death goes under the category of "too much information." And how.
If they had said, "hanging in a closet, but death appears accidental" I think that would have been quite enough. We can all manage 1+1=2
Then again, death in this way is pretty common, and if he didn't want his legacy to be tasteless headlines and snickers maybe he should have thought about it before....well, never mind.
And in Bang-kok of all places. (Think about it.)
Posted by: verner | June 05, 2009 at 01:53 PM
Or jealous wife, PUK. Let's not commit the sin of sexism.
Posted by: clarice | June 05, 2009 at 02:05 PM
I've always had a soft spot in my heart for George Sanders, whose suicide note said "I'm bored."
Posted by: Danube of Thoudht | June 05, 2009 at 02:12 PM
TC,
Come back to watch the delicious Sal DiMasi coverage.
Posted by: Jane | June 05, 2009 at 02:23 PM
Clarice,I'm not going to get any wife jealous about her husband.
Posted by: PeterUK | June 05, 2009 at 02:34 PM
Southern gravy is good on mashed 'taters, chicken fried steak and fried chicken. Don't leave the south without having a heapin' helpin' of chicken fried steak smothered in pan gravy.
Posted by: Sue | June 05, 2009 at 02:48 PM
Add fried okra, corn on the cob, large glass of iced sweet tea and peach cobbler for dessert. I'm making myself hungry!
Posted by: Sue | June 05, 2009 at 02:49 PM
Actually, berries are in season, so blackberry cobbler is on the menu this week.
Posted by: Sue | June 05, 2009 at 02:51 PM
Sue,
Don't forget the "throwed rolls".
Posted by: Jack is Back! | June 05, 2009 at 02:53 PM
The key is always the state of dress. People who intend to die don't hang themselves naked.
(Now how would she know that?)
Posted by: Jane
Perhaps Mr Carradine has just provided us with the answer to last weeks intriguing question, "What is the use of Crotchless panties?
Posted by: daddy | June 05, 2009 at 03:13 PM
So Carradine's management is pushing the foul play angle. That's rich.
Doesn't auroerotic asphyxia poll well with DVD buyers?
Posted by: PaulL | June 05, 2009 at 03:40 PM
So sad, really. If he'd just hired a Thai "masseuse" for pennies on the dollar, he'd be alive today.
Posted by: fdcol63 | June 05, 2009 at 03:46 PM
The Buddy System - it saves lives. LOL
Posted by: fdcol63 | June 05, 2009 at 03:49 PM
Years ago, a family in my area lost a pubescent boy in this fashion. My parents had never heard of this particular form of auto-eroticism. when I told them about it, they had a look on their face (they were from the Greatest Generation) like they had now heard too much. And the poor family, how their grief must have been worsened by the awfulness of the method of dying. They didn't say anything to anyone, even sort of acted as if the kid hadn't even died. Awful. Awful. Awful. I remember in law school reading a police detective manual (while I should have been studying torts and contracts) that said this form of death is quite common, esp. among young adolescent boys. Really horrible.
Posted by: anonymous regular poster | June 05, 2009 at 03:57 PM
I wouldn't call it common. There have certainly been times when parents have covered up the autoerotic asphyxia aspects of their kid's death, to save the humiliation, and made it look like a suicide instead of an accident. Then the kid's friends all wonder why he killed himself when he never seemed at all suicidal.
Posted by: PaulL | June 05, 2009 at 04:30 PM
It's the Michael Hutchence play.....freaks....
Posted by: matt | June 05, 2009 at 05:12 PM
I read there was a footprint on the bed that wasn't his.
Posted by: Harrison | June 05, 2009 at 06:02 PM
Unless he assumed that there was zero risk involved, it seems an absolutely insane thing for a 72-year-old married father of three to do. It's tragic enough when an adolescent boy dies this way, but surely Carradine should have been able to calculate the horrible stain he would leave for his wife and children to deal with for the rest of their lives, let alone his own legacy.
Posted by: Danube of Thought | June 05, 2009 at 08:02 PM
I hope I don't sound painfully naive and provincial, but I have a difficult time discerning the thrill for these guys of tying a rope around their nards and one around their neck hard enough to choke them to death.
This is somehow more fun than a roll in the hay with their wife or girlfriend, or even someone else's?
It sounds like about as much fun as a roll in the hay with a bushel of poison ivy and a handful of furniture tacks.
Posted by: Ignatz | June 05, 2009 at 08:26 PM
Is it Friday Night yet?
I am Siam
Siam I am
That Siam I am!
That Siam I am!
I do not like that Siam I am!
Do you like
a suicide sham?
I do not like them, Siam I am.
I do not like
a suicide sham.
Would you like one
here or there?
I would not like one
here or there.
I would not like one anywhere.
I do not like
a suicide sham.
I do not like them, Siam I am.
Would you like one in a closet?
would you like to make a deposit?
I do not like them
in a closet.
I do not want to make
a deposit.
I do not like them
here or there.
I do not like them
anywhere.
I do not like
a suicide sham.
I do not like them
Siam I am.
Would you do one
with a rope?
Would you do one
with some dope?
Not with a rope.
Not with some dope.
Not in a closet.
Not with a deposit.
I would not do one
here or there.
I would not do one anywhere.
I would not do a suicide sham.
I do not like them, Siam I am.
Had enough?
Posted by: daddy | June 05, 2009 at 08:32 PM
LOL, daddy.
Posted by: Ignatz | June 05, 2009 at 08:43 PM
I hope I don't sound painfully naive and provincial
I was debating whether to confess my ignorance as to how one gets from autoeroticism (or eroticism of any sort) to asphyxia. This is not a request for information, incidentally, of which there has been quite enough, thank you.
Posted by: jimmyk | June 05, 2009 at 09:15 PM
Had enough?
Almost.
Posted by: Extraneus | June 05, 2009 at 10:32 PM
Had enough?
Almost.
...
You do not like it. So you say.
Try it! Try it! And you may.
Try it and you may, I say.
Siam! If you will let me be,
I will try it. You will see.
Say! I like strangling the ham!
I do! I like it, Siam I am!
And I would do it in a boat.
And I would do it with a goat...
And I would do it in the rain.
And in the dark. And on a train.
And in a car. And in a tree.
It is so good, so good, you see!
So I will do it here in Bangkok.
With a rope around my dang kok
Tippee-toeing on these boxes,
leering at these Thailand foxes
And I will do it in a closet.
And try to make a big deposit.
I do so like strangling the ham,
Thank you. Thank you, Siam I urghhhhh.....
Posted by: daddy | June 05, 2009 at 11:23 PM
Jane, the Heraldo had a great headline the other day: "Clinko DiMasi".
Posted by: Dave | June 06, 2009 at 12:18 AM
"So sad, really. If he'd just hired a Thai "masseuse" for pennies on the dollar, he'd be alive today."
Given the circumstances, I think the "masseuse" ran out the door after the mistake was made.
Posted by: AlanH | June 06, 2009 at 12:08 PM
Daddy, one of my favorite books of all time has now been disturbingly rewritten. My regard for green eggs and ham has been irrevocably damaged. But Sneelock will fix it, I'm sure.
If you've had 3-7 year olds, you'll get the reference...
Posted by: matt | June 06, 2009 at 03:03 PM
Grasshopper;
you must distill the essence of existence into a single moment, but not like this, you stupid F*$k.
Posted by: Master Wang Ho | June 06, 2009 at 03:05 PM