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Greetings Pub Quiz Head Shakers…

Whoa!  If we'd had a devastatingly hot summer here in Brooklyn,
this past week's quivery convergence of weirdness would make sense.  I
guess it does, since none of this stuff happened in Brooklyn.

• A reality t.v. show dude, one Ryan Jenkins, murders his ex-wife, one Jasmine Fiore. 
  Cuts off her fingers and pulls out Fiore's teeth to make i.d.'ing her
  harder.  Authorities i.d. her anyway…by her breast-implant serial
  numbers.  Jenkins bolts to Canada, is checked into the Thunderbird Motel (you can picture the flickering neon sign) by a mystery woman, and hangs himself with his belt in a closet — very David Carradine.

• The British government, via the Scottish sort-of government, releases the Lockerbie bombing
  mastermind.  Intensifying storm-clouds of controversy say that it was a
  hostage exchange for oil.  Gosh.  What government would do something
  that insane for oil?

• The Nymets baseball squadron continues to find new,
  astonishing ways to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.  Yesterday,
  they lose on an unassisted triple-play that ends the game — on the
  second time in major-league history that's happened.

• Two companies — one British, the other U.S. of A.-ish — are in a jurisprudential battle to the death over who has the exclusive rights to manufacture and sell Michael Jackson hairpieces.  The British company got its start with those white wigs so popular in the UK court system and in movies about the Declaration of Independence.

• Mayor for Life Bloomberg, on his weekly radio show,
  pshaws criticism of the pharmaceutical industry by saying "Last time I
  checked, pharmaceutical companies don't make a lot of
  money. Their executives don't make
  a lot of money."  Bloomberg backpedals almost immediately, saying, in
  effect well, I dagnabbit, I guess they do!  Bloomie's disconnect from everyone less wealthy than he jumps to the fore once again.

• India’s
  rupee hits a one-week
  high as a worldwide rally in stocks and commodities adds to
  optimism a global economic recovery is gathering pace, according to
  this morning's media reports.  There's nothing undulatingly odd about
  this — I just know none of us have paid close enough attention to the
  rupee lately.

• Mikka Shardai Cline, 23, of Waco, TX, and her sister try to take a soccer
  ball from a 13-year-old boy in a wheelchair outside of a Dallas hospital.
  In the
  struggle to get the ball, she punches the boy in the head.  No — it
  gets worse.  the boy has a medical halo screwed into his skull. 
  According to police, that's exactly where Cline's punch lands on the
  boy, causing searing pain. Cline has been charged with child abuse.

• The best selling football jersey at NFL.com is…of course…Michael Vick's new Philadelphia Eagles jersey.

• And finally, from the AFP news service: "A Saudi businessman has purchased what is being described by the
  Canadian seller as the world's most expensive adult novelty item — a
  solid 18-carat gold penis enlarger worth nearly 50,000 dollars. X4
  Labs, a Canadian manufacturer of medical devices, received the
  unorthodox request and recruited a Montreal custom
  jeweler to help with
  its design and construction. "This male health accessory is the
  most expensive traction device ever produced and will likely become a
  historical benchmark for the adult novelty industry," the company said
  in a statement.   His glitzy new penis enlarger, however, is being
  encrusted at his request with 40 diamonds and several rubies and is to
  be delivered by armored car in October, said Rick Oh,
  X4 Labs co-owner.  Saudi law bans the import of adult sex toys, but the
  company insists its product is a US government-certified medical device.

[not an accurate depiction — ed.]

So there — nothing gripping, nothing mind-blowing…just the rich
pageant of eccentricity and the little bonmots it's dropped in our lap
over the last week.  Quiz-fodder?  Sure!  The fuel the March of Time runs on?  Absolutely.