From just now:

Two people have been arrested in connection with the Rehtaeh Parsons case.

Police arrested the two at 8 a.m. at their respective homes following an investigation by the RCMP/Halifax Regional Police Criminal Investigation Division.

The ages of the two males arrested have not been released.

The two remain in police custody and are being questioned.

We don’t know who they are or what they did, at this point. But we do know is any action by the Dexter government as well as the police has taken far, far too long.

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It’s the Invasion of the Tribbles! Eeeeeaaaargh! Ein zwei drei vier!

Britain’s best band, and an old fart from Calgary’s first punk combo, onstage at the Echoplex in Los Angeles on August 6, 2013. Shot by Lala. A great time was had by all. Just wish Ras Pierre had been there, too.

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Heading back to Tee Dot shortly. Can’t load the Palma Violets/Hot Nasties video. Until I figure out how to do so, this snapshot will have to suffice.

Who’s the old guy onstage with the Palma Violets for their encore?

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Our view of Palma Violets, right now. This one is already epic.

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See this?

This is the scene outside our hotel, the Andaz, a.k.a. The Riot Hyatt. Where Keith Richards threw a TV set out of his room window. Where Jim Morrison was evicted for hanging off a balcony. Where Led Zeppelin stayed, and conducted…experiments.

This is the scene now, at this fabled rock and roll hotel. The British boy band, One Direction, has attracted scores of prepubescent girls, who shriek and gawk and take pictures at all times of day and night. They’ve been here for days.

I hate them.

One Direction, that is. I wish they would go away, and take their retinue of sidewalk-squatting fans with them. The ghosts of Richards, Morrison and Bonham deserve to be respected.

Not treated to this Hellish scene.

(Us, too.)

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So we go to the Target at Santa Monica and La Brea. While there, my daughter calls me. I always stop what I’m doing when my kids call. So the small thing of sunblock gets dropped, too: into my cargo pants side pocket.

I get back to the Riot Hyatt and see it. I am horrified. I HAVE NEVER STOLEN ANYTHING IN MY LIFE. EVER. Even when I was a kid.

So I make Lala take me back. She is amused. At Target guest services, they are in shock. “Thank you for being so honest, sir.”

And $2.17 later, my soul is repaired.

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The above gig was to have featured a Hot Nasties reunion. First time together in more than thirty years. Onstage with the Palma Violets.

It was not to be. Ras Pierre couldn’t get away from work stuff in Calgary. So the reunion will just feature me, in front of a sold-out Los Angeles crowd who don’t know what a Hot Nasty is.

Oh well. Would’ve been a gig for the ages. Maybe one day.

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I bet I am the only guy here in his fifties wearing a Minor Threat T-shirt.

Actually, I may be the only guy in his fifties wearing a Minor Threat T-shirt.

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…where he filmed Rebel Without Cause.

My God, we’re practically twins.

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