But women who scalp others - that's a real woman...

Idaho. Just when you think the place is getting to be as normal as Montana, someone goes and rips a wheel of the cart...

Tuesday, February 8, 2005
Police: Idaho teen is tied up and scalped

BOISE, Idaho -- A 16-year-old girl was allegedly tied up and scalped with a 4-inch knife in what police say may have been an act of revenge by another woman.

The girl, who had a punk-style mohawk haircut before the attack, is recovering at home. Doctors could not reattach her scalp, which was found near a hot spring.

Police searched for Marianne Dahle, 26, who disappeared after the Jan. 18 attack at Kirkham Hot Springs, about 70 miles from Boise.

"When I say this gal was scalped, she was truly scalped," said Chief Deputy Bill Braddock. "The top of her head, her hair, was completely cut off."
Dahle and the victim, whose name was not released, were longtime acquaintances and hung out with a punk clique, he said.

"The motive, as near as we've been told by witnesses, was retaliation for acting in a way that the adult perceived as being offensive to women as a gender," Braddock said. "According to their creed, if you disrespect women you are not allowed to wear a mohawk."

Dropped off the Face

roblog just wrote me to rattle my cage. Because as deeply fascinating as my blog is, it's older, now, than last month's news. I haven't posted since the last day of ought-four.

I get caught up in the daily issues of earning the dog food money, and donating time to the charitable good, and filing my nails, and walking The Red Dog, and changing the oil in one of the too-many machines in my life. But it's buh-shyt for me to suggest to anyone that I don't have time to pound out a blog entry a couple of times a week. Well, I can suggest it. But I can't back it up with a wall-to-wall jam packed Daytimer (trademark). Because I don't have one.

My calender is littered with many random items, strung together with thousands of heartbeats keeping me alive to just do the next thing, in just a little while. There's always a nice gap coming up where I can thrash out an entry.

So, between the tabouli salad I just had as a tasty diminutive repast here at my dungeon-ess desk, and the phone calls I swore to myself I was going to make before 2:00, I can arrange a bunch of nouns and verbs and all the other members of the gramatical family into some unique thoughts. Like all family gatherings, none is just like the last; some are weird; some can be fun; some you just want to get drunk and stand on the sidelines of.

With that, I will commit myself to Verbal Fiber - a more regular output to this space. Please stop in again...