(Mostly Quirky) Articles from Ananova

On this story, probably the less said the better. Cheers!

Imagine being the poor lad in this story. Actually, I don't have to imagine. At least it has never been over a thousand miles.

And here is another story -- from the opposite end of the spectrum. I wish the old man luck. Hopefully he won't meet Anna Nicole Smith.

This is just plain sad. No wonder the rest of the world thinks of Canadians as cold fish.

And then, of course, there's this story which I am sure will have everyone weeping uncontrollably. I could speculate a few reasons for her, but I will behave myself. For now.     Must say nothing. Must say nothing. Must say nothing. Musssss..... Well, gee, could it be that you're a skanky ho who threw away what could have been a dignified and meaningful musical career to become the fetid poster girl for butt floss and Monistat? Could it be that you're an airhead with the personality of haemmorrhoid ointment? Could it be that you're an overexposed prima donna that no one in his or her or even its sane mind could tolerate longer than the second and a half it would take to realize you're a vapid waste of increasingly-precious oxygen?????    Ah, sorry about that... Moving on...

And, more seriously, a brief note: Charles Bronson, RIP. "Maybe I don't look like anybody's ideal," he famously said, but became a symbol of real masculinity. Selah. Selah.