The Tuesday Eudemon

A teenager in intensive care unplugged his neighbour's life support machine because the noise was keeping him awake. How can a guy in intensive care do that? I thought people in intensive care were in the comatose arena of locomotion.
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Twenty or so werewolves wander the earth today. Odd stuff. Maybe Stubbe Peter suffered from a similar problem:

From sixteenth-century Germany comes the terrible tale of Stubbe Peeter. Stubbe grew up in the area of Collin, Germany, seemingly well-known to his fellow citizens. He often strolled about Collin and neighboring villages, attractively dressed, greeting acquaintances he met on the streets.
But Stubbe Peeter was an evil man, inclined to evil from his youth. The devil became well pleased with his young disciple, so he gave him an inconspicuous belt with which Stubbe Peeter could transform himself into a wolf. For twenty-five years, werewolf Stubbe Peeter committed terrible atrocities: slaughtering and eating animals raw; killing and eating small children; tearing children from their mothers' wombs and eating their hearts raw; killing his own son and eating his brains; raping women; and committing incest with his daughter–monstrous acts that seem unbelievable until one recalls the fiendish deeds of those such as Jeffrey Dahlmer and other serial killers, ritual child abusers, and similar criminals of our own day.
Finally, hunters and their dogs successfully tracked the ravenous wolf and cornered him. Seeing himself surrounded, Stubbe Peeter removed the belt and resumed human shape right in front of them, hoping the hunters would not be able to believe their eyes. But they believed what they saw, and so apprehended him and took him to the magistrates for examination. After Peeter confessed his crimes, his executioners laid him on a wheel, pulled his flesh from his bones with red-hot pincers, broke his arms and legs with a hatchet, and then decapitated and burned him.

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"In the old days, the ride jockeys, they slept under the rides." The life of a carny.
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Remember my earlier statement: There will be days this summer that I can't get to a computer. On those days, I'll post some pre-programmed stuff from my readings, stuff I find interesting or amusing. You may not thank the stars that you clicked over here, but I don't think you'll be cursing my name for wasting ten seconds, either. During the slow days, any efforts from readers to contribute to the comboxes is appreciated.