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Throughout the trial, the relationship between the impressive judge, Ed Cowart, and the defendant-former law student was a fascinating subplot.

There were times when the judge’s quips from the bench had Bundy - and everyone else in the courtroom - laughing.

There were other times when Judge Cowart was miffed by Bundy’s courtroom methods. Bundy had wanted to be a lawyer for a long time, and he’d eagerly adopt that role.

If, acting as his own counsel, Bundy fumbled a point of law, the judge would tell him where he went wrong, and note « that’s what you learn in your third year of law school. »

Bundy hadn’t finished his second year of law school when he was convicted in Utah of kidnapping.

The judge was the totally dominant force in the courtroom. Bundy seemed to respect Judge Cowart, even though he once predicted that the judge would give him the death sentence.

Before sentencing, Bundy gave about a half-hour statement. Sometimes his soft voice choked. He said he’s innocent. He blamed the news media for, as he saw it, creating an image of monstrousness about Ted Bundy. And Bundy thought his public-defender lawyers hadn’t been competent.

Said Bundy : « If you gave me a violin right now, I’d try to play it. I’d try real hard. But I couldn’t do it. I didn’t have the experience and training.»

Judge Cowart interjected : « I hope, if you had seven years of schooling, you could at least play ‘Dixie ‘. »

Bundy : « Yeah, we heard a lot of ‘Dixie’ here. But we sure didn’t hear any Brahms. And that’s the problem. We didn’t get to the level of effectiveness (of defense counsel) that was required by this trial. »

The crowded courtroom strained to hear Bundy’s words as he stood before the judge and the two spoke to each other. Bundy said he expected the death sentence. But he wouldn’t give up. « This is an early round of a long battle, and I haven’t given up. »

Judge Cowart : « I don’t expect you to cry uncle, and I’d be disappointed if you did. »

The Seattle Times - August 1, 1979

(Utah) Mormon cuisine

The funeral potatoes post make me think about Mormon Cuisine some. And when I say “Mormon”, I’m essentially saying Utah/Idaho Mormon cuisine. There may well be separate Mormon cuisines in California, Arizona, Canada, Latin America, in the Pacific islands, and elsewhere, but yours truly knows nothing about them.

So when we talk about Utah Mormon cuisine, there’s basically two kinds of food. The kind you’d have at potlucks and church dinners, and everyday cooking, the kind you’d have at home.

Here are some dishes typically included in lists of Mormon cuisine:

  • Funeral potatoes, of course. A cheesy potato casserole, with or without a crunchy topping typically made of corn flakes. A staple of funeral potlucks. Growing up, we never had it at home, but then again, my mother, who usually cooked, was not raised as a Mormon.
  • Frog-eye salad. A fruit salad with pineapple and mandarin oranges with tiny pasta (according to wikipedia, “acini di pepe”). This one is relatively recent, I think. I don’t recall having had it prior to the 1990s. Fruit salads generally are both a staple of Mormon potlucks and home cooking.
  • Scones. Now, I use the word “scone” reluctantly, because though Utah people call them scones, they are not anything like what the rest of the English-speaking world calls scones. Mormon “scones” are better called fry bread. It’s deep-fried bread dough, eaten hot with honey butter. Delicious, but absolutely nothing like a scone.
  • Jell-O molds. This used to be the most famous, most typical of all Mormon dishes, but it has gone out of fashion in recent decades. Classically, Jell-O molds, almost invariable lime flavored, would include shredded carrots and peas, and be covered with a hideous topping made with Miracle Whip. These days, Jell-O is probably most usually consumed in “shooter” form, which must surely be the least Mormon way to consume the delicious gelatin dessert, right?
  • Hawaiian Haystacks. You start with rice, top it with chicken, chow mein noodles, pineapple, tomato, bell pepper, gravy, and coconut on top. Presumably it gets its name from the pineapple. Surprisingly tasty.
  • Fry sauce. A condiment consisting of mayonnaise, ketchup, and (optionally) some pickle relish. Once you’ve tried it with fries, plain ketchup will never satisfy you again. This is both a recommendation, and a warning.
  • Homemade root beer. Often seen at potlucks and church dances. It’s just water, sugar, root beer extract and dry ice. But it’s so tasty.
  • Ice cream. Sure, just about everybody likes ice cream, but I think Mormons tend to be especially fond of it. The Fat Boy and Casco ice cream treats are from tiny Richmond, Utah; both BYU and Utah State produce their own ice cream; raspberry milkshakes are one of the most divine treats to come out of Bear Lake; and just about any family reunion in Utah will feature homemade ice cream.

So, what did I leave out?

Yet (Kevin Price X Reader)

WC: 1990

Warnings: The mission president being a dick, that’s about it

Summary: Y/N McKinley decides to pay her brother a visit in Uganada. There she meets Kevin Price, and he intrigues her

A/N: My first Book of Mormon fic!! I actually wrote half of this a couple of weeks ago, which is why I posted this so fast. 

I walked briskly behind the mission president and his cohort, praying my suitcase didn’t get stuck on an animal corpse.

“Miss McKinley, are you sure you will be alright here? This doesn’t exactly seem like the… ideal place to vacation.” The mission president asked, turning around to face me.

“If my brother can manage it, then so can I. I’ve always been the stronger twin.” I said, a smirk on my face. The mission president chuckled as he turned around, and I smiled.

I hadn’t seen Connor in at least 18 months, and somehow I managed to convince the mission president to let me tag along on his visit to the District 9 elders.

I was glad I had decided to wear boots, because the ground was uneven and rocky.

“Hello elders!” The mission president said and I smiled, peaking through the crowd of men in front of me.

I saw the white and black uniforms of the elders and my smile grew. “Welcome to District 9, Mr president.” I heard a voice say that sounded very familiar.

“Thank you very much, Elder McKinley. Now, before we begin the proceedings, I have a special guest for you.” The mission president said and I took in a deep breath.

“You can come out now.” Someone whispered to me and I nodded, stepping through the crowd of people. I heard a few gasps and I smiled, waving shyly.

“Y/N!” Connor said, wrapping me in a tight hug. “It’s so good to see you Connor.” I said, squeezing him slightly.

“Um, Elder McKinley. Who might this be?” A man asked and I let go of Connor to look at him.

There was no doubting that he was attractive. He had brown hair that seemed to be perfectly styled, even in the harsh Ugandan weather, and his eyes shone brightly.

“This is Y/N, my twin sister.” Connor said and the man’s jaw dropped slightly.

“Y/N McKinley, at your service.” I said, stretching my hand out to the man. “Kevin Price, I mean Elder Price. Sorry.” Kevin said, shaking my hand.

I felt my stomach flip a little when his hand made contact with mine. “It’s all good Kevin.” I said, winking at him.

His cheeks went a little pink and he diverted his eyes from mine. “Now now Miss McKinley. You can introduce yourself later.” The mission president said and I nodded, shooting one last smile at Kevin.

“So, Connor, how is life in Uganda?” I asked my brother, walking next to him.

“Well, it definitely wasn’t easy at the start. Elder Price watched a man get shot, which is always scary, but Elder Cunningham managed to baptise the entire village! 20 new additions to the church.” Connor said, the smile on his face bright and wide.

“That’s great Connor. Life back in Utah has been pretty much the same as always. You remember Mrs Brown, right?” I said and Connor nodded.

I went to continue my story, but I was interrupted by a tapping on my shoulder.

I gave Connor an apologetic smile and turned around. I was met by the smiling face of Elder Price, his cheeks slightly rosy.

“Miss McKinley, would you mind if I had a word with you?” He asked and I nodded, a smile involuntarily blooming on my face.

“I don’t mind at all. And please, call me Y/N. Miss McKinley is too formal.” I said and Kevin nodded, licking his lips as he did.

“Y/N. Ok. Elder McKinley, you don’t mind if I steal your sister for a second.” Kevin asked and Connor smiled, waving his hand in Kevin’s direction.

“Sure. Y/N and I can catch up later.” I quickly kissed Connor on the cheek before walking over to Elder Price.

“So, how you feeling Elder Price?” I asked and he let out a breathy laugh. 

“Things have been rocky to put it lightly, but it does feel like things will start looking up soon. Also, you can call me Kevin if I get to call you Y/N.” He said and I nodded, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

“Now, elders, we can begin today’s proceedings.” The mission president suddenly announced and I jumped a little.

“You ok?” Kevin whispered and I nodded, shooting him a half smile.

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks.” I whispered back, turning my focus to the mission president quickly and missing the blush that dusted Kevin’s cheeks.

“Mr president, before we begin, our people would like to present a performance about the history of the Mormon people.” An African woman said, surrounded by ten or eleven other villagers.

“No, no you don’t want to do that.” A short, chubby man said, waving frantically around.

“Elder Cunningham, let them perform. This is, after all, what the Mormon faith is about.” The president said and I raised my eyebrows slightly at Elder Cunningham’s crestfallen expression.

“Okay.” He muttered and I felt a little confused about why he was protesting the idea of a performance so much. “Take it away.” Connor said excitedly, clapping his hands together.

The African woman who had previous spoken bowed and spoke quietly amongst the other villagers. Suddenly they began performing, and to say I was entertained was the understatement of the century.

I now understood why Elder Cunningham was so against the idea of them performing, because they got a lot of things very, very wrong.

Joseph Smith sleeping with a frog to cure his AIDS? It was ridiculous, but I hadn’t laughed that much in weeks.

Although the president and most of the elders were horrified, for some reason Kevin looked to be reacting in a similar way to me. Slightly amused.

“This is really something.” I whispered to Kevin as the villagers reenacted Joseph Smith dying of dysentery. “That it is.” Kevin said, a slight smirk on his face.

I let out a little chuckle when I saw the reenactment of when the Mormons reached Salt Lake City, but quickly silenced my laughter when I saw the look on the president’s face.

“Elders, can I have a word?” The president asked at the end of the performance, a grim look on his face.

I looked at the beaming faces of the villagers and I felt bad that the president looked so horrified.

“You did a wonderful job.” I blurted out, and the smiles on the villagers’ faces widened.

“Miss McKinley.” The president said sternly, giving me a cold look. I swallowed nervously and averted my eyes from his gaze.

“Sorry.” I muttered, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. The elders slowly trailed away, and I was left with the still beaming villagers.

“Do you think they liked it, Miss?” The woman who was narrating asked me, hope gleaming in her eyes. I swallowed and put on a smile.

“I loved it, and I reckon they did too.” I said and the villagers let out a cheer, hugging each other.

“I am Nabulungi. I don’t mean to be rude, but I have not seen you here before.” Nabulungi said and I chuckled.

“It’s alright. My brother is one of the elders, so I thought I’d visit him.” I said and Nabulungi nodded, still smiling. “That is very kind of you.” She said and I smiled at her, a genuine smile.

We conversed for a while, and I smiled when she told me all about how much the elders had done for her village. Suddenly the sound of footsteps gained our attention.

“I’m sorry, but you will all be sent home immediately. This district is being shut down!” The mission president said and I gasped, looking at the distraught faces of the elders.

“Why would you do that?” I muttered, and Nabulungi looked at me quizzically.  "What is wrong? Was our play not good?“ She asked, stepping forward.

I inhaled sharply as the mission president turned his grim face to her. "Your play was an embarrassment to the church. None of you will ever be Latter Day Saints.” The mission president spat, and the air thickened with tension.

The villagers’ faces fell slightly, but no one’s more than Nabulungi’s. Tears welled in her eyes as she ran off, the play’s script clutched tightly in her hands.

“How could you do that?” I said, staring at the mission president. “Miss McKinley, it was the only option. I could not have the name of the church besmirched by these Africans.” He said and I felt my blood boil.

“I’m sorry Mr president, but you had no right to do that. You have just broken the hearts of these people, and you have ruined any faith they had in the church they may have had. I hope you’re pleased with yourself, sir.” I spat harshly, glaring at the president.

The mission president stammered, his mouth opening and closing, but no sound came out. He fumed off, and I swore there was smoke pouring out of his ears.

I took a deep breath and walked over to my brother, who looked at me with wide eyes. “Y/N… I’ve never seen you speak like that.” Connor said, blinking rapidly.

“I’m sorry Connor, it’s just.” I said but Connor interrupted me by throwing his arms around my neck. “I’m so proud of you.” Connor muttered, squeezing me tightly.

“Thanks Connor. I just…” I said, trailing off as I saw the shocked face of Kevin over Connor’s shoulder. “It’s all good Y/N.” Connor said, letting go of me.

I arched an eyebrow at Connor, and he simply smirked, gesturing to Kevin with his head. “I pick up on things. Go.” Connor said and I smiled at him gratefully.

I walked over to Kevin, who stood up a little taller when I approached him. “Hey Y/N.” He said, running a hand through his brown hair. “Hey Kevin.” I replied, shoving my hands in my pockets.

“So, uh, what happened back there.” Kevin said and I let out a sigh. “I just… I got kinda mad. Connor’s been here for almost a year, and he’s just going to be shipped back home.” I said and Kevin smiled, gently placing a hand on my shoulder.

“He’ll be fine. So, I was, uh, wondering if maybe you’d like to, I don’t know, do something when we get back to Utah?” Kevin said, scratching the back of his neck.

I smiled widely and nodded, noticing the blush creep across his face. “We don’t have to wait until Utah. We can do something here.” I said and Kevin gaped a little, nodding his head.

“I’d like that.” Kevin said, a somewhat bashful smile on his face. I walked closer to him and pressed a kiss to his bright pink cheek.

His eyes widened a little, and he pressed his hand to where I kissed him. “I, uh, what?” Kevin said, stammering slightly.

I giggled a little, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Sorry.” I said and Kevin waved his hands about.

“You definitely don’t have to be sorry. Seriously.” Kevin said, his face red. I nodded, gently taking his hand in mine.

He smiled at me, and I squeezed his hand. I went to say something, but I was interrupted by a loud whistle. I turned around to see Connor standing there, a smirk on his face.

“I told you I pick up on things.” Connor said, and this gained the attention of some of the other elders. A few congratulations were thrown around, but none were as enthusiastic as Elder Cunningham’s.

“Elder Price! You never told me you had a girlfriend!” He shouted, waving his hands about energetically.

“Well, I, uh, Y/N isn’t my girlfriend.” Kevin said, shrugging his shoulders bashfully. “Yet.” I muttered and Kevin looked at me with wide eyes.

“Yet! I like her, Elder!” Elder Cunningham said, laughing loudly and obnoxiously. I chuckled, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “Yet. I can live with yet.”

Werewolf!Mccree And Reader AU

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  • You had heard that there was a werewolf on the team. You weren’t told who it was, but it didn’t take long for you to pinpoint his unmistakably canine attributes - the course texture of his hair, his wolfish grin - and how he’d be conspicuously missing during the full moon.
  • And it’s not like Jesse Mccree hid the fact that he was a werewolf. He had been a werewolf since adolescence, and it was a part of his life just as much as Overwatch itself was. His lycanthropy came up in casual conversation. It was simply another attribute that made Mccree the man he was.
  • You bore witness to his wolf form long before the two of you entered a relationship. Mccree was well versed in using his wolf form to his advantage, whether it be reconnaissance missions, or for getting out of tight situations. In his wolf form, he stood an impressive 10-inches tall at the shoulder, and nearly 3-feet in length, which made for what appeared to the uninformed eye a particularly large dog. And he played the ‘dog’ part well, knowing how to act perfectly tame and friendly in order to maintain being undercover.
  • And Mccree in his voluntary wolf form was in fact very friendly. As a wolf, he pertained nearly all of his human mind and memory, the only real difference being a different manifestation of information processe within his wolf brain, his senses being different and whatnot. Unlike a normal wolf, a werewolf like Mccree was more than capable of long-term planning, social empathy, and complex communication. He could manipulate his body language in a way dogs could not. He could converse and interact with humans with just as much sophistication and comprehension as if he was human.

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i noticed nobody was talking about this, so i’m just gonna lay the theories to rest:

i took a 3D Animation course a couple years ago, and one of the things we learned about was the Utah Teapot.

when @markiplier typed in “Utah”, he got a teapot. that’s a direct homage to the Utah Teapot.

it’s just a silly animator joke. the reason it’s got the 3D Darkiplier filter is most likely because it’s a 3D Graphics joke.

case closed. we out.

Ted Bundy's "kill kit" 1975

Ted Bundy’s “kill kit” (as the FBI calls it): the tools he needed to break into houses, kidnap women and kill them. This is what police found inside Ted’s car during a routine traffic stop.

These objects included: a set of crutches, a bag of plaster that he admitted stealing from a medical supply house, a meat cleaver, never used for cooking, that he packed when he moved to Utah, surgical gloves, an Oriental knife in a wooden case that he kept in his glove compartment; and a sack full of women’s clothing.

An important thing to remember when it comes to Omaha, Utah, Juno, Sword, and Gold beaches is that, to those who live in Normandy, they’re just beaches. Sure, with some history behind them, but that’s what they boil down to – just beaches. On top of that, there’s a long row of houses that now line Omaha Beach and the bluff’s all but disappeared underneath them and a bunch of monuments to D-Day; this is why you’ll commonly see people on those beaches doing normal stuff.

Because to them, it’s just a beach with extra history.

thatotherrachel  asked:

So Catherine Tate was forcibly removed from the temple? What?

John barrowman was joking about how his husband loves history and architecture and so they visit temple square as you do when you’re in Utah and he says “but the thing is if you just wander into any building you’ll find yourself being politely ushered out bc oops you’ve just gone in the temple” and he was like “but you Mormons are so gentle, look Scott won’t even notice you’re telling him he can’t come in and he’ll keep going and that’s how he’s going to get arrested so I don’t bring him to salt lake Much ok”

And so then he said that basically happened to Catherine Tate. I don’t think she knew that the temple was, you know, a temple since everything else on grounds is for tourism and they had to escort her out. Im sure he exaggerated on like, her protesting or them dragging her out but the point was she wandered into the temple like a tourist and the staff had to inform her that she actually couldn’t be there

”Ted went out a lot in the middle of the night. And I didn’t know where he went. Then he napped during the day. And I found things, things that I couldn’t understand..“

Reporter: What sort of things?

”A lug wrench, taped halfway up, under the seat of my car. He said it was for my protection. Plaster of paris in his room. He had an Oriental knife in a kind of wooden case that he kept in the glove compartment of my car. Sometimes, it was there, sometimes it was gone. He had a meat cleaver. I saw him pack it when he moved to Utah.“

— Elizabeth Kloepfer, (Meg Anders) during an interview regarding her former boyfriend, Ted Bundy.



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