She Probably Works for the Bradley Foundation

According to an article in the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel:

A Milwaukee woman apparently interested in werewolf spirits having sex was in jail Wednesday after an 18-year-old man endured 300 puncture wounds when their sexual encounter "got out of hand," a police affidavit says.

Rebecca Chandler, 22, was being held in the incident, which may also have involved satanic or occult practices.

I used to live fairly close to where this occurred, so I double-checked on Google Maps. I was right: she lives only two blocks from the Bradley Foundation headquarters.

Bleeding from the neck, arms and back, the man...told police he had traveled by bus from Phoenix to Milwaukee for a sexual encounter with Chandler.

Jeepers: That is a long bus ride. Aren't there any werebabes closer than Milwaukee? Or is Milwaukee known for having a better class of werebabes?

Officers followed a blood trail to an apartment in the 900 block of E. Knapp St, where the door to one of the units was open. Inside, there was blood on the floor and on bedding in a bedroom as well as duct tape that, again, appeared to be a restraint, according to the affidavit.

The 22-year-old woman introduced herself to officers, saying, "I think you are here looking for me."

She's not just a werewolf, she's a mind reader. Multi-talented, and she's polite: I can see why the guy figured she was worth a long bus ride.

She said she'd been having sex with the man and that the cutting was consensual but quickly got out of hand.

Good thing she didn't go nuts.

After she was arrested, Chandler told police her roommate (Scarlett) had done the majority of the cutting.

Roomies can be hard to control. Especially wereroomies.

Important Lesson: Look out for werechicks with duct tape.

UPDATE: Here is the police affadavit seeking a search warrant. Thanks to JMS for the lead. Her boyfriend lives in the building, but is allegedly not involved with werebabes. Sure. He probably doesn't work for the Bradley Foundation, either. This is Wisconsin we're talking about here, folks. Think about it: Ed Gein, Jeff Dahmer, the Bradley Foundation, werebabes named Rebecca and Scarlett, and, of course three lady "kackers" who, well....they had an unpleasant end in mind for one unfortunate young fellow, involving an ax, his liver, and Jack the Ripper.

Vampires, Cannibals, Psychotics, and Delusionals

If only I'd known, I would have voted for Barrack Obama. Several times.

I tried to embed the video but for some reason keep winding up with a different one. Anyway, clik here for the real one. Don't miss the embedded video!

So much for the new civility.

Movie: "28 Weeks Later"

I haven't seen it, but the first in the series, "28 Days Later", was unquestionably the best British post-apocalypse inter-racial vampire cannibal zombie love story of that summer.

A.O. Scott reviews the latest offering in the NYTimes.

As Mr. Scott says: "It is brutal and almost exhaustingly terrifying, as any respectable zombie movie should be. It is also bracingly smart, both in its ideas and in its techniques."

What more could one ask for?

Back from Up North

I made it back from the wilds of Bear Country intact and a day early, the latter thanks mostly to some highly uncooperative maple trees. We managed to get some sap on Thursday, and boiled away, but Friday the durn trees had gone on strike, so we took down the buckets (195 of them), pulled the taps, finished boiling what we already had, and headed home today.

The weather up there (near Three Lakes, WI) was wonderful, so we had a couple days of warm sun in the woods, punctuated by skimming sap, pouring in some more, ladling it from one evaporating pan to the next, feeding the fire, sitting around pondering a catalog for the decoy auction coming at the end of the month, checking out an eagle nest to see if anyone was home (there wasn't), some more grueling skimming and ladling and sitting in the sun, agonizing over whethor to drink a beer or a diet Coke, and similarly stressful stuff. We finished with a little under four gallons of syrup, which may have disappointed my host, but I had a good time.

Last night we went into Three Lakes for dinner at the Black Forest Pub & Grill, where I had a grilled cod fillet which went down awfully well. After we sat down I was informed by a usually reliable source that actor Ben Kingsley had been espied in the very same chair the week before. I hope he enjoyed his cole slaw as much as I did.

Back at the cabin I was put on alert about one of the more disreputable neighbors, a porcupine who had been trying to chew off the corner of the cabin. It was the corner into my room, as a matter of fact. It was alleged that he was just trying to eat the house, but pretty clearly he was a bloodthirsty carnivorous predator, and an ambitious one at that, willing to chew through a tough shell to get at the tender morsel inside, namely yours truly. Nonetheless, while the logs showed considerable evidence of his previous efforts, I didn't awake with his fangs in my throat. Possibly my stern attitude warned him away.

Up early this AM and saw an American Merganser drake paddling along. There are worse ways to start the day.

On the way home I stopped at a couple of antique malls, not expecting much, and wasn't disappointed. However, this was the first time I have ever cased an antique mall and discovered a shelf full of used toilet plungers. I hadn't realized that such are now a hot collectible, and perhaps they aren't. This might be the last chance for a canny reader to corner the market before prices go wild.