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Sentenced to die
In January of 1994, Wendi Andriano married Joseph Andriano. Shortly after their wedding, Joseph became ill and was diagnosed with adenoid cystic carcinoma. By 1998, his illness was terminal. Instead of being a supportive wife, Wendi became disgruntled by her increased responsibilities and felt as though Joseph was a burden. She started to have affairs and would spend hours at the bar.
On the 7th of October, 2000, Wendi, Joseph and their two children attended a barbecue. At around midnight, they returned home and put the two children to bed. At 2:15AM, Wendi called a neighbour, Chris, and asked him to look after the children while she took Joseph to the doctor. When Chris arrived, Wendi took Chris into the living room where Joseph was lying on the floor, unable to get up. Chris called paramedics but when they arrived, Wendi wouldn’t allow them in and told them Joseph had terminal cancer and had a do-not-resuscitate order.
At around 3:39AM, Wendi called paramedics again and this time, she let them in. In the living room, they found Joseph lying in a puddle of blood. He had a deep stab wound to the side of his neck and lacerations on his head. A broken bar stool covered in blood was found near the body as well as a broken lamp and a bloody pillow. An autopsy found traces of sodium azide in his system. Following his murder, Adriano attempted to pass off his death as a heart attack. Afterwards, she claimed that Joseph had committed suicide. However, the evidence that he was murdered was glaringly obvious; Joseph even had defensive wounds on his hands.
“This woman saw her husband as nothing more than a pot of gold,” said the prosecutor during Wendi’s trial. Evidence was presented that Wendi had attempted to instate a life insurance policy on her husband. Wendi Andriano was found guilty of first degree murder and was sentenced to die.
Do countries that purify seawater have unlimited water? Is seawater drinkable?
- untreated seawater are NOT drinkable. It contains so much salt that human body actually need more water to process it, so seawater actually drains water for a human. Not to mention seawater contains a lot of creatures (bacteria, single-cell organisms, etc) that probably going to make you really sick.
- if sea water being treated, then, it’s no longer “seawater” thus drinkable.
- countries that purify seawater in theory indeed have unlimited water. But purifying water is expensive in terms of energy use. 20+ years ago, my cubicle is next to a Russian engineer specialize in reverse osmosis (think of reverse osmosis as a “filter” that need a lot of energy to push seawater through it, in which only pure water coming out from the other end). He told me the rule of thumb is that the energy contained in a barrel of petroleum will produce a barrel of desalinated seawater. Thus, the purified “seawater” has a price floor of a price of petroleum. I have not kept up with the technology since then, but I suspect desalination (i.e. remove salt) process is still relatively energy expensive.Once you know the intense energy required to purify seawater, perhaps you won’t be surprised that some of biggest seawater purification plants are in Saudi Arabia and other oil producing nation: at least they have the cheap energy to fuel the water purification.
- There is a major downside to seawater purification. The way it works is that pure water coming out from one end, a much more salt-concentrated water (i.e. brine) will coming out from another end.The question is: how you get rid of this super-concentrated salt water? In many cases, people simply dump them in the sea. And guess what, these super-concentrated salt water destroy wild life ecosystems near the coast.
It is this ecological side effect made me as a human being very reluctant to endorse desalination seawater as the silver bullet: I know human nature too well to know that even there is a way to dispose concentrated seawater with minimum impact on the environment, people tend to skip it just to save a couple penny.
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Easy Christmas Cookies with Butterscotch
There’s something special about making Christmas cookies, and these butterscotch ones are a family favorite at our house.
These easy-to-make treats combine the classic holiday cookie base with rich butterscotch chips that add a sweet, caramel-like flavor to every bite. The dough comes together quickly, making them perfect for busy December afternoons when you want to fill the house with that fresh-baked cookie smell.
They’re just right for cookie swaps, holiday parties, or leaving out for Santa on Christmas Eve. Plus, kids love helping to make them – especially when it comes to adding the butterscotch chips and sampling the results.
These cookies have become our go-to recipe during the holiday season, and I think they’ll become yours too.

Which Kind of Butterscotch Chips Should I Use?
When it comes to butterscotch chips, you’ll find a few different brands at your local grocery store, with Nestlé Toll House and Hershey’s being the most common options.
While both work well in cookies, I’ve found that Toll House butterscotch chips tend to hold their shape better during baking and have a richer, more authentic butterscotch flavor.
If your chips seem a bit old or have white spots on them, it’s best to grab a fresh bag since butterscotch chips can lose their smooth melting qualities over time.
For the best results, store any unused chips in an airtight container – they’ll stay fresh for several months this way.
Possible Ingredient Alternatives
Need to make some swaps? Here are some helpful substitutions for this cookie recipe:
- Butter: You can use margarine in place of butter, though the cookies might spread a bit more. For dairy-free options, try using coconut oil (solid form) or plant-based butter substitutes – just make sure they’re at room temperature before using.
- Butterscotch chips: If you can’t find butterscotch chips, try chocolate chips, white chocolate chips, or even toffee bits. You could also mix and match – try 1 cup butterscotch and 1 cup chocolate chips for a fun twist!
- Flour: All-purpose flour works best here, but you can use pastry flour for a more tender cookie. For gluten-free cookies, use a 1:1 gluten-free flour blend that contains xanthan gum.
- Brown sugar: Out of brown sugar? Mix 1/2 cup white sugar with 1 tablespoon molasses. Light or dark brown sugar both work fine in this recipe.
- Eggs: For each egg, you can use 1/4 cup unsweetened applesauce or 1 mashed banana. Keep in mind this might change the texture slightly.
Watch Out for These Mistakes While Cooking
The biggest challenge when making butterscotch cookies is getting the right texture – using butter that’s too melted will result in flat, spread-out cookies, so make sure your butter is just softened enough to leave a slight indent when pressed.
Another common mistake is overbaking these sweet treats; they should be removed from the oven when the edges are just starting to turn golden but the centers still look slightly underbaked, as they’ll continue cooking on the hot baking sheet.
To prevent your butterscotch chips from sinking or burning, fold them in gently at the very end of mixing, and consider chilling your dough for at least 30 minutes before baking – this extra step helps maintain the perfect cookie shape and prevents excessive spreading.
For the best endresults, let your cookies cool on the baking sheet for 5 minutes before transferring them to a wire rack, as they’re quite delicate when hot and need time to set properly.
Storage Instructions
Counter Storage: These butter cookies stay fresh in an airtight container at room temperature for up to 5 days. Place a piece of bread in the container with them to help keep them soft and chewy – it’s an old trick that really works!
Freeze: Want to save some for later? These cookies freeze really well for up to 3 months. Just place them in a freezer bag or container with wax paper between layers to prevent sticking. They make a perfect last-minute treat when unexpected guests drop by!
Make Ahead: You can prepare the cookie dough ahead of time and keep it in the fridge for up to 3 days. Or roll it into balls and freeze them on a baking sheet, then transfer to a freezer bag – they’ll keep for up to 3 months. When ready to bake, just add 1-2 minutes to the regular baking time if baking from frozen.
Estimated Nutrition Facts
Estimated nutrition for the whole recipe (without optional ingredients):
- Calories: 3200-3500
- Protein: 30-40 g
- Fat: 180-200 g
- Carbohydrates: 450-480 g
| Preparation Time | 15-20 minutes |
| Cooking Time | 8-10 minutes |
| Total Time | 23-30 minutes |
| Level of Difficulty | Easy |
Ingredients
- 2 1/4 cups flour (all-purpose)
- 1 tsp baking soda
- 1 cup softened butter
- 1/2 cup sugar
- 2 eggs (large, at room temperature)
- 2 cups butterscotch chips (Ghirardelli provides a rich flavor)
- 1/2 cup brown sugar (packed for accurate measurement)
- 1/2 tsp salt
- 1 tbsp vanilla extract (I use McCormick pure vanilla extract)
Step 1: Preheat Oven and Prepare Wet Ingredients
Preheat your oven to 350°F (175°C).
In a medium to large mixing bowl, add 1 cup of softened butter.
Then, add 1/2 cup of sugar, 1/2 cup of brown sugar, and 1 tablespoon of vanilla extract to the bowl.
Cream the butter and sugars together until they are well combined and thick, scraping down the sides of the bowl as needed.
Step 2: Add Eggs
Add 2 eggs to the creamed mixture, one at a time.
Mix gently after each addition until just incorporated.
This ensures the eggs are evenly distributed throughout the mixture.
Step 3: Combine Dry Ingredients
In a separate bowl, combine 2 1/4 cups of flour, 1 teaspoon of baking soda, and 1/2 teaspoon of salt.
Mix these dry ingredients well to ensure even distribution of the baking soda and salt.
Step 4: Mix Dry and Wet Ingredients
Gradually add the dry ingredients to the wet mixture, mixing by hand with a spatula until just combined.
Be careful not to over mix, as this can result in tough cookies.
Once the dough is formed, gently fold in 2 cups of butterscotch chips with the spatula.
Step 5: Portion and Bake
Use a cookie scoop to portion out about 1 tablespoon of dough for each cookie.
Place the dough balls approximately 2 inches apart on a nonstick baking sheet to allow room for spreading.
Bake in the preheated oven for 8 to 10 minutes, or until the edges start to brown but the centers are still soft.
Step 6: Cool and Serve
Once baked, allow the cookies to cool on the baking sheet for about 5 minutes.
This helps them to firm up before moving.
Then transfer the cookies to a wire rack to cool completely.
Enjoy your delicious, homemade butterscotch cookies!


Not only Amazon
In 2019, James Gilbert Kwarteng, a 22-year-old Spaniard, was arrested for stealing more than €300,000 from Amazon.
His scam was clever and well-rehearsed.
He would order electronic products from Amazon and then return them within 30 days, requesting a refund.
What the young man had discovered was that Amazon did not check the contents of a returned package before issuing a refund.
All the company checked was whether the product packaging was inside the shipping box and the weight of the item. If everything was in order, the refund was processed.
Amazon employees apparently did not have time to open the packaging of the returned products.
Our young Spaniard then began to return all his orders, but replacing the items with their weight in soil.
The items he had received were then resold on the Internet at bargain prices, because although new, they no longer had their original packaging.
The conman had even created a company with the aim of reselling all these products.
It was the sale of all these items that generated this considerable profit of 300,000 euros.
However, after several years of successful fraud, the scheme was uncovered by chance by an Amazon employee who accidentally opened a package returned by James Gilbert Kwarteng and discovered soil inside. He then conducted a quick investigation and discovered that this customer had returned a record number of items over the past three years…
Arrested by Spanish police and then released on bail pending his trial, James Gilbert Kwarteng faces up to 6 years in prison.
As for Amazon, they have now changed the way they handle returns…
A Well-Timed Butt Pinch
Written in response to: “Write a story that includes the line “Did anyone else see that?” or “Who’s there?”“
Daniel Rogers
“I hate him,” Char spat, his fist slamming against the wall, pain shooting up his arm.
“You’ll get used to him. It just takes time. When my Norcan personality developed, I felt the same way—like he didn’t belong. But could you imagine me without him?”
“Well, just because it worked for you doesn’t mean it will for me! You two aren’t tearing each other apart like we are—sometimes I feel like I’m drowning.”
Char’s dad chuckled. He had said something similar to his father when he went through his change of life.
“It’s not easy being a teen. I remember the confusion and awkward feelings. But they make us unique. One day, you’ll appreciate Frawn. After all, he’s as much you as you are.”
“But he keeps breaking up with her. How do I stop him?”
“If your girlfriend likes you, she’ll understand. Who knows, maybe she’ll win him over like your mother did with Norcan.” Char’s dad bent over and whispered, “However, when I feel him trying to take over, if I want to, I can stop him by pinching my butt. I don’t know if it will work for you, but you never know.”
“And it works every time?”
“Yes, and he doesn’t know about my trick, so don’t tell him.”
“So, if you can stop him, why do you ever let him take over?”
“Norcan is a hard worker, unlike me. I’d rather sit in my cozy chair and read. So, when it’s time to read, I keep him away with a butt pinch, but when it’s time to mow or your mother has chores for me, I discovered that if I pinch my butt twice, he’ll take over and knock my unpleasant work out of the ballpark. It’s a great arrangement.”
“So, once keeps him away, and twice allows him to take over.” Char thought about Sarcoo. Maybe this could work for him. Maybe a well-timed butt pitch can save their relationship.
Char went up to his room and discovered the butt-pinching technique worked. Armed with this new weapon, he went to school the next day with a newfound confidence.
“Hey, you,” Sarcoo called out to him from across the hall. “Where have you been? I didn’t see you yesterday.”
“Oh, I wasn’t feeling good.”
“Is this because of Frawn?” She asked, her voice tight with disgust.
“I’m sorry he keeps breaking up with you. You know it’s not me? And that I love you?”
“I guess so. I just don’t understand why he’s so mean. The other boys are developing more agreeable personalities.”
“Are you blaming me? You know I can’t control it. No one can.”
“I know. I just wish he’d be nice to me, that’s all.” She pouted in that irresistibly cute way Char loved. “Anyway, are we still on for tonight?”
“I can’t wait. Do you know which holo-chamber movie you want to walk through? Possibly an action one?” He crossed his fingers. He was sick of romance.
“I was thinking ‘Hope Hovers.'” She batted her eyes and pouted.
He melted and almost said yes, but Frawn started to take over. Char moved quickly and pinched his butt.
“What was that about?” Sarcoo asked. She didn’t know whether to smile or be jealous.
“Umm, a fungaroo bit me.”
That night, Char and Sarcoo walked through “Hope Hovers.” She enjoyed the holographic love story, and he enjoyed holding her hand and stealing kisses. They began to walk through the credits.
“I’m surprised Frawn didn’t show and ruin our date,” Sarcoo said.
Char nodded. He forced a weak smile, remembering how many times during the movie he’d had to pinch himself each time a romantic scene played. He got the strong impression Frawn hated romantic holo-chamber movies even more than he did.
Sarcoo smiled and kissed him. Not a quick peck like he expected, but a long, passionate kiss. Suddenly, Char felt Frawn angrily try to take over. Char quickly pinched his butt.
Sorcoo pulled back with a coy smile, “Hey, that’s my job,” and pinched his butt faster than he could stop her, turning his single pinch into a double.
“Get off. What’s wrong with you?” Frawn spit and sputtered, wiping his lips with his shirt sleeve.
Sorcoo jumped back, startled by his venomous response. She looked around, embarrassed by Frawn’s scene, and wondered to herself, Did anyone else see that? She could feel tears forming, but she closed her eyes tight and refused to let them fall.
“Frawn, I’ve had it with you. You’re not going to get between us. You hear me!”
“Yeah, what are you going to do about it?” His face, although the exact same as Char’s, looked hideous and contemptible.
She racked her brain to find a way to deal with this beastly personality, and then it hit her. Maybe there is a reason Char has been pinching his butt. She stared at Frawn with an evil smile, making a pinching motion.
She pinched, then Char would show up for a second. She pinched again, then Frawn took back control. This happened several times before Char retained control.
He looked around and winced when he saw Sarcoo, dreading to hear what Frawn had done. But she answered before he could ask. “You won’t have to worry about Frawn anymore. We made a deal. He won’t interrupt our dates if we don’t go to romantic holo-chamber movies. I guess we’ll just have to go to action holo-chamber movies from now on. The sacrifices I make for you.”
He sighed in relief, then winced in pain. “My butt is killing me.”
Sarcoo pouted, “Sorry, it took me a while to figure out the one pinch, two pinch thing.”
They left the holo-chamber with Char holding Sarcoo with one hand, and rubbing his over-pinched butt with the other.
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Col 26-Book 437 – Sir Whiskerton and the Pot of Gold (That Wasn’t Gold) – A Tale of Rainbows, Riddles, and the Real Treasure
Ah, dear reader—prepare your heart, your kilt, and your sense of wonder. Today’s story does not begin with a quack, a snort, or even a bagpipe bass drop.
It begins with a map, worn at the edges, ink softened by time:
“To the Pot o’ Gold (Allegedly).
Follow the Singing Stones → Laughing Brook → One-Legged Oak.”
So settle in. Breathe deep. And step gently into Sir Whiskerton and the Pot of Gold (That Wasn’t Gold).
The Journey Begins
It was a Friday—golden, hushed, humming with possibility.
Sir Whiskerton stood at the edge of the farm, map in paw, Tam o’ Shanter perched just so, kilt rustling in the breeze. Beside him:
- Ditto, carrying a satchel of “Emergency Haggis (Dehydrated),” water, and one glow-worm lantern.
- Bessie, mood ring pulsing soft gold: “The vibes are ancestral, man. Like, really ancestral.”
- Slow Bob the Turtle, already halfway there—“I steeped here for 3 hours. It’s a good spot.”
No fanfare. No declaration.
Just a step forward.
“Ready?” Sir Whiskerton asked.
“Ready!” echoed Ditto.
“Ready… oh, I can’t bear it!” Lillian shrieked—she’d followed just to “document the emotional arc.”
And so—they walked.
The Clues (Or: How the World Whispered Back)
The map didn’t lead with coordinates. It led with riddles—gentle, poetic, deeply personal.
- “Where the wind tells the truth”
→ A hollow log beside the old fence.
When Ditto whispered “I’m scared,” the log echoed only: “You’re not alone.”
Sir Whiskerton placed a paw on the wood.
“Dad knew,” he murmured. “He knew I’d need to hear that.” - “Where time stands still”
→ Slow Bob’s favorite sunspot, where dandelion fluff hung suspended in the light.
Bessie closed her eyes. “It’s not still… it’s just full.”
Even Ditto didn’t echo—just sat, breathing. - “Where the heart is lightest”
→ The hayloft, after a shared laugh—still warm with the echo of yesterday’s bagpipe dubstep jam.
A single feather lay on the floor: white, from the Tam o’ Shanter.
Sir Whiskerton picked it up. Tucked it into his sporran.
The Rainbow’s End
They reached the hilltop as the sun dipped low—a double rainbow arched over the valley, light pooling like liquid gold in the grass.
At its base: an ancient oak, one limb long gone, bark smooth from decades of leaning.
Beneath its roots: a small, moss-covered box.
No lock. No guard. Just a simple latch, worn by rain and time.
Sir Whiskerton opened it.
No coins.
No jewels.
No glittering treasure.
Just:
- A photograph: a younger cat, kilted, Tam askew, arm around a smiling farmer—the farmer’s father. They stood beside a barn long gone, laughter caught mid-air.
- A note, in familiar looping script:“The gold was the adventure, son.
And the friends who joined you.” - And—tucked in the corner—
One cassette tape, labeled in smudged ink:“For the remix. —Dad”
Ditto held his breath.
Bessie’s mood ring glowed deep, steady gold.
Even Lillian didn’t faint. She just whispered:
“Oh. Oh, it’s beautiful.”
“Beautiful! Beautiful!”
The Return
Back on the farm, under stars just beginning to gleam, Sir Whiskerton gathered the animals—not as detective, but as son.
He didn’t read the note aloud.
He simply passed the photo around.
- Doris dabbed her eyes. “A visual metaphor! I can’t bear it!”
- Chef Remy sniffed the tape. “Earthy. Notes of hope and reel-to-reel.”
- The Divine Llama blinked—once—approval.
- And Ditto? He curled into Sir Whiskerton’s lap, head on the open journal.
Sir Whiskerton looked out at the farm—his farm—alive with light, laughter, love.
“The moral of the story, dear reader, is this:
Gold shines—but belonging glows.
My father didn’t leave me wealth. He left me memory. Connection. The quiet certainty that love echoes across time—not in monuments, but in moments: a shared laugh, a held paw, a walk taken together.
The real treasure was never buried.
It was here.
All along.”
Post-Credit Scene
Later, in the hayloft, Sir Whiskerton placed the cassette into Chef Remy’s “Retro-Sound Reviver” (a toaster, a turntable, and hope).
He pressed play.
A bagpipe drone swelled—soft, steady.
Then—a dubstep pulse, warm and human.
Then—Ferdinand’s keening, Tony’s sax, the Blind Mice on turnips, Ditto’s echo: “Home! Home!”
It was “The Weeping Glen”—remixed.
Sir Whiskerton closed his eyes. Smiled.
Outside, the farm slept.
But the music hummed—in the soil, in the stars, in the heart of a cat who’d finally found his rhythm.
And somewhere, faint on the breeze—a crow cawed.
Not a warning.
Not a lie.
Just a sound.
Like a beginning.
Like a welcome home.
Jingle on. 🏴🐾✨
(Or, in the old tongue: Slàinte mhath—and may your heart always know the way.)
The End.
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