I guess it's lucky that Mr. Karr, the putative JonBenet Ramsey killer, waited till this week to get caught and sing like a canary to the press, as opposed to last week. I mean, with rockets on Haifa, liquids off airplanes and Paul and Heather calling it quits, TV media would have had a collective nervous breakdown. . .
UPDATE 2:45 p.m. (17 Aug.) Watercooler consensus at my office is that this Karr fellow is a few sandwiches short of a picnic. In any case, either way he's looking at three squares and a wool blanket -- either in the slammer or in the nuthouse.