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Right after I saw Bob yesterday, he was pedaling home when accosted by Costa Mesa's finest.

Picture Bob in a big straw hat, reflective bright yellow vest, riding a bike, towing a trailer on which there is a blue dog who is barking happily.

The cops decided he was the one who had just robbed a bank. Bob's description of the event is below:
Uttered by a blue dog on a trailer and overheard by a passerby...In front of the trailered dog lay sprawled at gunpoint his unphased owner,muttering some bile ladden filth and saying things like "What the fuck" etc. long story short the dog confessed and both parties were released .....fuck me! what is it?break out the Kool Aid and jam for the fucking bridge??!! beyond Keystone we need pictures of me in bike outfit/bank robbery getaway outfit! later
Some days I can't get enough of my town.
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But the seismo people don't think it's a quake. What the hey?

http://bit.ly/ocquake
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henry t hyde

Meet Henry T. Nicholas, local billionaire and James Bond villain. Henry was the head of Broadcom, a big microchip company. Henry stands six foot six, has a dungeon under his house, slips Ecstasy to unknowing dinner companions, does meth and coke, has a prostitution problem, has armed guards patrolling his home, and flies around in a private jet with the drugs and the prostitutes. At least, this is what the prosecutors and some angry associates say, and some of it is beyond denial, in particular the dungeon. He is also on the hook for securities fraud at his company.

Christ, what an asshole. But just look at the guy! Wow!

Details, lurid and otherwise, are in this nicely done Vanity Fair article
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Note for non-locals: Tony's Place is a dive bar of a particular sort: a haunt of semi-retired felons. Most of them are over-the-hill cirrhotic carnie mumblers. This guy was apparently still sparky at the advanced age of 42. The last sentence is the best.


Man's skull fractured by pool cue in bar fight
Fight in Costa Mesa ends with man hospitalized with bleeding in his brain

COSTA MESA – A 42-year-old Costa Mesa man was arrested on suspicion of assault with a deadly weapon, after a game of pool ended with a man going to the hospital with a skull fracture and bleeding in his brain.

William Marsh was arrested at Tony's Place at 2054 Newport Blvd. in Costa Mesa after a disagreement over a game of pool around 10:15 p.m., said Costa Mesa police Sgt. Bryan Wadkins.

Marsh is suspected of hitting Christopher Colbert, 49, of Costa Mesa, in the head with a pool cue.

Marsh was arrested at the scene, Wadkins said.

Other patrons overheard the fight but did not see it, Wadkins said.
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For no-breathe funny replies like this one to my poke at Chronic Cantina guy. Oh man. Quoted below in full, context more apparent at the post itself:

It's only obvious that you are just one of many, MANY forgettable girls who have been quickly turned on and turned out by my friend Mr. Scheinberg here...which im sure was quickly followed by a "What was your name?" type of moment! LOL Ahh...So many broken hearts...So little time to care.

Oh, but what do I know? Well as someone who got down and did The Butt Naked Booty Scoot with him as well as help him run one of his first companies while he finished law school at Chapman 7 years ago...I think I'm a little more than qualified. Did I mention he is hands down my favorite boss and manager to date? (And I mean from a professional position not a sexual one...although that too was quite impressive!) *
:)

I'm definitely qualified enough to tell you that if you are so ignorant and immature as to not respect the fact that Keith Scheinberg is one of the youngest and most successful MEN in Orange County -not to mention extremely good looking & good in bed- then I would suggest doing us all a favor and keep your lips and legs the same way - closed!

Peace! (Shout out to MAX- love ya!)


Keepin' my lips and my legs wiiiide open here, babe. Say hi to Marie Antoinette for me! It's all good.
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OWNERS OF SWINGERS CLUB SELL FURNISHINGS

Nalder and Wood advertised sale items on craigslist this past week, including a 600-pound ice maker, 26 double, queen and king-sized five-inch thick foam pads and a steel-framed bed with headboard lights.

The posting stated the club was moving to a new location and down-sizing.

Outside the building, several wooden boards covered with black and purple felt lay against a retaining wall. Six automobiles and a motorcycle were in the parking lot, including a truck pulling a storage unit.


Hmm, five inches. Would that be thick enough to AUGH WHAT AM I THINKING
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At Baker & Bristol in Costa Mesa, on the Baker side of the big mall, there is a sushi place. It is called "Full Moon Sushi." Their logo as seen on their sins signs is the eye in the pyramid.

No, I don't know either.
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Yesterday I found myself on Main Street in Huntington Beach at early dinner time, so I put all my change in a meter and went for a walk, followed by Guinness and fish 'n' chips.

For those who don't know the area, Main Street is the tourist trap and party zone of Huntington. Like Newport and Laguna, it has surf shops and souvenir crap and some theme restaurants. Unlike the others, it has tough guys, mean cops, real bars, and some genuine menace at night. Also, non chain restaurants!

At six on a weekday there wasn't much going on, but the people watching was good on my longish walk.

I walked by a guy who was parking a new Porsche. He was small and strong, with a skintight shirt and a little gold chain, and hair cut close. Not someone you'd want to mess with. As he was getting out of the car, a friend greeted him, obviously someone he hadn't seen in a while. Porsche was in a hurry, but stopped to talk. The Friend was generic overweight white guy with goatee, t-shirt over belly, shorts and flip flops. Porsche was dark, probably Mexican.

FRIEND: Hey! I heard you were into some stuff but I didn't know you were, well, um, [gesture at Porsche] into some stuff like THIS.

PORSCHE: Huh, what'ya mean? [starting to look annoyed]

FRIEND: Well I, uh. I heard you.. um.. had been on "vacation."

PORSCHE: Aah yeah... [nervous, more annoyed] That was a ways back. ANYWAY. [picks up phone]

The next chapter was at the Irish bar, where I had my meal. It was almost deserted, so I got a good outdoor seat for people watching.

The inside seat on the sidewalk was occupied by two very young teenaged girls, who were completely hyperactive. They kept asking random passers-by for a dollar. They said "hi" to almost everyone, and some people stopped to talk, including a middle-aged motorcyclist with salt and pepper hair, a couple of skater boys, a couple with a cute dog, etc. They asked me how old I thought they were. "Fourteen," I said. "Thirteen!" they declared, triumphantly.

Next to me on the patio was a party of thugs. There are a lot of tatted up guys with hats pointing the wrong away in this part of the world, but these were the real thing. One guy had the Suicidal style bandanna half over the eyes, and all of them had obvious gang tats, just not from gangs I knew of. The teenaged girls asked the thugs: "Would you date us if we were 18?" and they blanched.

They were very friendly thugs. They were discussing what assholes people were around here, and asked me if I was local. I agreed with them about the local "quality" being stuck up and tiresome, especially the ones who think they're tough. I urged them to consider this to be Disneyland and relax and enjoy it, and they thought that was a fine idea. They were from Chino Hills. When they left we all slapped each others' hands and exchanged names and good will. I told them to watch out for the cops.

Meanwhile, the cops were about 50 feet away giving the skater boys a massive overkill search and detainment.

Next door at Sharkeez (VERY BAD STUPID BAR) there was a party of New York Baller Types, puerto ricans and black people, having a great time being incredibly drunk and loud. They were almost out of control, but very cheerful. One of them was the Designated Funny Guy in the group and had a ghastly screeching laugh.

The teenaged girls, of course, went over and introduced themselves, making an Enrique and a Shawn very nervous. More handshakes and amusing fear on the part of the New York Ballers, who did not want anything at all to do with suburban jailbait.

As I left, the cops were finally releasing the skater boys. It was classic HBPD: they'd ignored two unattended children, a party of hardore gangster criminals, an obvious dope dealer, and an out of control loud yelling party of out-of-state brown people just to fuck with some local kids on skateboards.

Anyway, that's Main Street at six pm. At around 11 pm on a weekend night it's what you'd expect.
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I had a nice dinner with [livejournal.com profile] sooz in which we arrived very early like retirees and ate a reasonable amount of tasty food. It took me forever to find the place because it was in a hellish HB strip mall the size of a town, but I enjoyed my pasta carbonara.

After BSing with Bob for a bit, I went for an aimless drive. I do this a lot on weekend nights if I'm not reading or staring into space. As usual I ended up on Newport Coast Drive because it's a nice pretty zoom up a hill. I needed a couple things and I went to the fancy people grocery store at the top of the grade.

This is a "Pavilions" supermarket, and it's huge. Suburban supermarkets are big, but this one is gigantic. Two-story ceiling, too many square feet. They have all the normal stuff plus all the fancy stuff, with little islands of excess containing quick meals and luxuries strewn about. I'm only there late in the evening when it's almost empty, and I am captivated by its perfect emptiness and luxury. It reminds me of the TRAINS OF THE FUTURE I rode in Paris as a kid, which went from nowhere to nowhere at high speed, silently, and only rose from the depths to bask under gigantic perfect skyscrapers.

I got a bottle of vodka, some pumpernickel bread, and some cold cuts.

The cold cuts were good Italian-style stuff: capicolla and real mortadella. They also had pancetta in the same rack, next to the smoked turkey and the pastrami and salami etc. Pancetta is different from the others. It's bacon, and not ham, though it looks more like ham. Unlike everything else in that fridge box, it has to be cooked. Admittedly the package says it has to be cooked, but it's not in huge type.

I wonder how many wealthy customers only know that "pancetta" means fancy and not that it's cured but raw pork? Oops.

At the checkout, the workers were discussing a bad car wreck that had occurred earlier. Some high school kids had wiped out in front of the fire station next door and chopped their car in half. Discussion was had about the problems of children and horsepower. There had been another recent case where a kid had died on his 16th birthday because dad gave him a very fast sports car, and more recently an 18 year old girl had checked out after the Porsche she was piloting struck a fixed object at 100 mph.

Someone needs to talk to Dad. While he's choking down his raw pork sandwich, Junior is out there being burned beyond recognition because Dad thinks it's an awesome idea to buy Junior $75,000 worth of death. Who can blame the kids? They're teenagers dying of their parents' affluenza.

I'll stick with the fully cooked carbonara, the salad and iced tea, and the Japanese-made sports coupé. Moderation, he died old.
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25 After you have had children and grandchildren and have lived in the land a long time—if you then become corrupt and make any kind of idol, doing evil in the eyes of the LORD your God and provoking him to anger, 26 I call heaven and earth as witnesses against you this day that you will quickly perish from the land that you are crossing the Jordan to possess. You will not live there long but will certainly be destroyed. -- Deuteronomy 4:25-26

Did God give O.C. woman backstage pass to 'American Idol'?

Leesa Bellesi threw her hands up in the air and prayed: "Here I am Lord, send me to the backstage of 'American Idol.' "

She was watching Season 5 of the ultra-popular television show in her Laguna Beach home at the time.

It was her calling, she thought, "to minister to the needs of the people on that show."

Several weeks later, out of the blue, a pretty girl named Katharine McPhee walked into Lake Avenue Church in Pasadena where Leesa's husband, Denny, founder of Coast Hills Community Church in Aliso Viejo, was serving as the interim teaching pastor. Katharine asked Leesa and Denny to pray for her – as she was about to go into seclusion for "American Idol."

Read more... )

Just when I thought Orange County Religion couldn't get any worse, they ratchet up into another level of awful!
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Gregory Haidl, son of ex-sheriff's official, to be freed from prison Saturday
From Times wire services

The son of an ex-Orange County assistant sheriff gets released from prison Saturday after serving his sentence in a videotaped sex assault case.

Gregory Haidl, 22, is being paroled from Pleasant Valley State Prison in Coalinga after serving part of a six-year sentence. He was given credit for good behavior.

Prosecutors described Haidl as the “maestro” who directed his friends in the assault of an unconscious 16-year-old girl on a pool table.

Haidl and friends Kyle Nachreiner and Keith Spann were convicted in 2005 of several counts of sexual penetration with foreign objects for the 2002 attack at the Haidl home in Corona del Mar.

Haidl is the son of former Assistant Sheriff Don Haidl.
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The latest caper from Mike Carona's corruption trial is good. He's being offered free legal services by a couple of high-powered defense attorneys who have helped such upstanding citizens as Ollie North, Scooter Libby, and Chinese spies.

Good call on the choice of lawyers, but not such a good call on the free services. According to the complaint from our local spending watchdog, that's only permissible when you're being charged with election violations, not regular corruption. Limit on donations should be $395.

These two Mafia white collar attorneys claim they're doing this because it "interests them."

Of course the voice of this latest plot is our local political fixer and hit man Mike Schroeder, who says it's just twaddle to say that volunteer time is a financial donation.
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http://substitute.livejournal.com/1694577.html?view=8941681#t8941681

They open Dec 15.
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Bob gave me the manager's card. Looking him up, it seems he's has run Sapori and Mamma Gina's, or been involved in their management. So at least he knows how to restaurant. We'll see.

Also: "Athos Fiori" is a great name!

Buon Giorno, we await you.
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http://www.ocregister.com/news/newport-beach-laguna-1781409-mtv-new

Sadly they are not going to film at my alma mater, although the show is going to be called "Newport Harbor." There goes my chance to point out earthquake damage and places where people peed on things or did drugs.
The new cast of "Newport Harbor" will feature Chrissy, a smart, pretty high school senior with three top colleges to pick from; Allie, the girl whom all the boys want and all the girls want to be; Clay, a shy, good-looking junior who turns to his gregarious best friend Grant for confidence; Grant, a bad-boy junior who's the life of the party; Chase, a senior who has a way with the girls; and Taylor, a sophomore who's the youngest of the group and who is dating Chase.
I'm not sure where the geekulous nerds in the "inner quad" fit in, here. Oh wait, we didn't.

The official site is at http://www.newportharbor.mtv.com/

What's even "better" is that MTV's Second Life clone, http://www.vmtv.com/ is going to have a "virtual Newport Harbor" which I hope includes a first-person shooter segment.

Okay, now I'm *REALLY* going back to bed.

PS: The actual reality show about this town is called "Arrested Development."

PPS: The actual REAL real Orange County has a lot more tweakers, corrupt cops, toxic dumps, lower middle class suburban despair, brush fires, exhausted Mexican laborers, and skin problems.
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Big banner on the old 17th St. Diedrich:

COMING SOON: CAFFE BUON GIORNO

Good morning indeed! They don't know what they're in for.

simulcast to [livejournal.com profile] diedrich
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'Prophet' is back on street

Popular transient who was in confrontation with police is back in Lake Forest, on probation.

By SALVADOR HERNANDEZ
The Orange County Register

LAKE FOREST – Weeks after he was involved in a violent confrontation with police, a well-known transient known as "The Prophet" has been seen in the same area where deputies used Tasers, batons and beanbag shots to restrain the 265-pound man. Charles Barnes, 49, was released two weeks after police said the 6-foot, 6-inch-tall man took several items from a CVS Pharmacy near the intersection of El Toro Road and Rockfield Boulevard.

When Orange County sheriff's deputies arrived to the area June 20, Barnes was wearing what appeared to be body armor constructed from pieces of traffic cones, magazines, plastics, and a hubcap strapped to his chest.

Barnes threw a bottle at officers as they arrived, said Lt. Don Barnes, chief of police services for Lake Forest. Officers used Tasers and beanbag shots to subdue "The Prophet," but they had little effect because of the layers of clothing and material strapped to his body, Lt. Barnes said.

Officers said Barnes grabbed one deputy's Taser and officers used batons to subdue him and force him to let go of it. When the popular transient was taken into custody, he was taken to a local hospital with cuts, bruises and what may have been a broken hand, Lt. Barnes said.

"The Prophet" was booked for robbery, but not for resisting arrest, Lt. Barnes said. "That was probably a decision that was made on the field by the deputies," he said. Charges were not filed by the District Attorney's Office regarding that incident.

Barnes remains on three years' probation from an earlier charge of obstructing and intimidating a business and customers, which occurred June 4. Court records show that Barnes was arrested May 7 as well, and charged with resisting a police officer and obstructing and intimidating a business and customers. He was sentenced to 15 days in jail and three years' probation in that case.

"Our goal is to make sure the community is safe," said Lt. Barnes. "We just don't want to have another confrontation like we had last time."
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Oh, Orange County Register... ...I can't stay mad at you.

etaoin shrdlu

Repeat after me: typos always happen in headlines and captions.

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