Ugh. Monday again. But look up there! It's a monkey! Monkeys are awesome.
FRIDAY, JAN. 29:
A woman was found dead in a North Port motel along with two live capuchin monkeys in pet crates, and "an incoherent man." And barely moved the needle on the Florida-o-meter.
A man who says he stashed $2 million in gold and antiquities in the Rocky Mountains is now frantically searching for a treasure hunter who disappeared while trying to find it. Being rich and eccentric isn't all snorting champagne and paying beautiful people to hang around your mansion naked, people.
SATURDAY, JAN. 30:
Boing Boing ran an infuriating round-up of the many ways the Superbowl is screwing San Francisco's city employees and citizenry — one that isn't afraid to lead with the unarguable fact that most major sporting events enrich the very few at the expense of whatever community in which they take place, and are far more trouble than they're actually worth. With apologies to all of my intelligent, thoughtful friends who enjoy various professional sports, professional sports are bullshit.
SUNDAY, JAN. 31:
And finally, two teens, 17 and 18, escaped from Tampa's "Falkenburg Academy" teen jail by leaving through a hole cut in a fence. Did they cut the hole in the fence? Was the hole in the fence already there? Does it matter? At some point, somebody was able to cut a hole in a jail fence uninterrupted, is the thing.
