Man to police: Prostitute I hired stole my button collection

http://blog.seattlepi.com/seattle911/archives/169999.asp?source=rss

A Seattle man who had part of his collection of political buttons stolen told police he knows the culprit — a male prostitute he used after meeting on what’s advertised as “the world’s largest male escort and massage site.”

The theft victim, in his 50s, told police he and the prostitute had talked about selling some of his political buttons, worth an estimated $20,000, on eBay or craigslist.

Earlier this month, the two had sex, and the button collector fell asleep, according to a police report. When he woke, the buttons set aside were missing.

The man told police he called the prostitute – a man either 29 or 30 – who told him he sold the buttons on eBay for $80.

Police documented the theft. No arrests have been made.

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Cake - Friend is a Four Letter Word

To me, coming from you,
friend is a four letter word
end is the only part of the word
that I heard
call me morbid or absurd
but to me, coming from you,
friend is a four letter word.

To me, coming from you,
friend is a four letter word
end is the only part of the word
that I heard
call me morbid or absurd
but to me, coming from you,
friend is a four letter word.

When I go fishing for the words
I am wishing you would say to me,
I’m really only praying
that the words you’ll soon be saying
might betray the way you feel about me.

But to me, coming from you,
friend is a four letter word.

There’s a common attribute that makes for good designers, good engineers, good employees, and good companies. For a long time, I couldn’t figure out what it was. Was it practice? Was it skill? Was it innate ability? Turns out, it’s none of those. It’s taste.

Dustin Curtis, in his ongoing American Airlines saga

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The magicians at Apple somehow trained my pretty little internet box / laptop how to break into every application, every text box, every form, and chastise me via tiny red dotted line placed conveniently under every word I misspell. I love them for their magic. I pay them for their magic. And, I might as well admit it now, I spend more time with my laptop than my fiance because of said magic.

You, in all of your wisdom / coding mojo, have managed to disable this feature for your website. And then you place a spell check (an archaic, annoying one too!) on your post page, but of course decided to skip integration into the bookmarklet. That would be way too easy for your users. I’m starting to think that what you are really after is not to offer a tumblelog publishing platform, but is actually to teach the world at large greater patience via irritating quirks that we must work around every single time we want to use your service.

(I still love you. But you’re pushing it.)

EDIT: Someone who is smarter than I commented with this:

“Right click and choose “Check spelling” or open the html view or switch your settings to use plain text editing.”

Ok, so admittedly I should have tried harder to make the spelling thing work out for me, I just wish Tumblr was… perfect. There. I said it. I expect perfection. And if it’s not perfect, I’m going to complain. That is why I spend so much time on the internet. To rid myself of all of my negative feelings by posting scathing reviews of my favorite web tools.

Now you know the truth. No, really.