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At her
sentencing hearing on Oct. 22, petite, white-haired 71-year-old Mary Nance Hanson—the woman who admitted she shot and killed her former daughter-in-law, Tetyana "Tanya" Nikitina on Jan. 29, 2010 (see City Weekly's "Killed for Custody" Oct. 7 cover story)—looks
vulnerable rather than threatening. --- Handcuffs appear heavy on her aging
wrists.
Hello
to all you tinsel buying, light decorating, stocking stuffing, gift%uFFFDwrapping, candle lighting, carol practicing, Halloween-raping enthusiasts.
I don't know if a 45-minute show qualifies as the perfect length or a complete rip-off, but I know 45 minutes in Sleigh Bells' hands is time well spent.--- The energy of the sold-out Urban Lounge was palpable well before the Brooklyn duo took the stage in front of their small wall of Marshall amps, with the house sound system pumping a non-stop batch of worthy dance tunes: Beastie Boys, Jay-Z, Kanye West, some Motown.
The Republican Senate candidate suggests a 40 percent cut to balance federal budget.--- During a town hall meeting-cum-conservative rally in Orem last night, Mike Lee harped on a familiar theme—balancing the budget—but also threw out a number that he thinks would be required to make it happen in the first year.
This just in: CBS has given all five of its lame new 2010-11 series full seasons: Hawaii Five-0, Blue Bloods, The Defenders, Mike & Molly and Shatner Shit; The CW, meanwhile, has picked up good series Hellcats and Nikita. Half yay!
If you're planning on staying up all night tonight watching horror movies, you'll need to adjust your plans slightly. The Tower of Terror is moving to the Broadway of Terror.
This is one of those weekends when you can start partying right NOW, and never stop 'til Monday morning. Here are the best things SLC has to offer for the next couple days.---
It wasn't until I had nearly passed him on the stairway that I heard his cold, contemptuous mutter: "Fucking faggot."--- I didn't even know the guy, but it didn't surprise me -- it was months since I had achieved notoriety as the school queer. The previous year, I came out to my family and, since then, I had been bounced around like a hot potato from county to county -- Carbon (where my stepfather didn't want any homos around while he was in the process of divorcing my mother), then Salt Lake (where an aunt and uncle subjected me to reparative therapy*), then Summit (where I was pawned off on the biological father I hadn't seen since I was 5).
