“Can you get that dear?”

I couldn’t resist dropping the Monty Python quote in relation to this story coming out of Western Pennsylvania:

CONNELLSVILLE, Pa. – A woman gave birth to a boy outside a western Pennsylvania hospital – a delivery that happened so quickly that the newborn wound up in his mother’s sweatpants.

Having visited that part of the state a few times (Southeast of Pittsburgh), I can believe the local hospital didn’t have a maternity ward.

This is the 24 year old’s fourth child. No word yet on whether she’s Catholic, or has any plans to subject her kids to medical experiments.

“I forgot my diaper, and I have to pee.”

Norm Pattis has something out of the strange files, having questioned the low bail amount set for Lisa Marie Nowak, the Astronaut that stands accused of attempted murder and kidnapping.  He managed to get a hold of the transcript:

Court:  Ms. Nowak, you understand that you are required to appear in court for preliminary hearings and can be orderd rearrested if you fail to appear?

Ms. Nowak: Yes.

Court:  The state is recommending a $1 million bond, but I think that is too high.

Ms. Nowak:  I forgot my diaper, and I have to pee.

Court:  One minute. Do you promise to appear as ordered?

Ms. Nowak: Yes.

Court:  OK. Bond set at $25,000. Ms. Nowak is not to leave the planet.

Man, talk about weird.  I don’t know if any of you read Crime and Federalism, but Norm and Mike both post some good stuff.  Some of it is a bit esoteric for us non-lawyer types, but I’ve always enjoyed reading their blog.

Hobo Deer

My friend Andrew brings me this sad but vaguely amusing story from his home town of Helena, MT.

A young mulie buck survived a jump from the I-15 overpass above Helena’s Sixth Ward train depot onto a boxcar last week, but had to be destroyed after being further injured by a leap from the boxcar to the ground.

This is where it gets amusing:

“We decided that the only way to get him off of it was for it to jump on its own,” he noted. “We wanted to give it a chance.”

Loewen climbed atop the boxcar and the deer took a flying leap.

“He landed on all four feet,” Arnold said. “But then we could see that he also had a broken back leg, too.”

They decided that the buck stopped here, and shot it. The wardens transported the carcass to the wildlife center, where it was fed to the few bears that hadn’t yet gone into hibernation.

Gotta love Montana.

Buy Your Own Country

From my friend and shooting buddy Jason, who isn’t cool enough to blog yet, I get this news item that the Principality of Sealand, an old World War II offshore artillery platform off the coast of Britain, is up for sale by the owner. A few years back the geek community was abuzz over a tech venture that set up a computer data center on the platform for use as a “data haven”. I’ve met some of the people involved with this venture, and Jason has the distinction of once beating Prince Michael at Hydro Thunder. The world would indeed be a poorer place without wealthy British eccentrics.

If you’ve ever wanted to own your own country, now is the chance.