New Casey Documents

Over 1,000 new pages of documents came out today in the Casey Anthony murder investigation. Here's a couple of them for you!

Anthony Lazarro Interview
Jim Hoover Interview

What You Haven't Seen About Casey Anthony

There's an awful lot of things that are NOT being reported in the Casey Anthony case...most likely because they don't add a whole lot to answering the question of where Caylee is. Most notable is the details about the grandparents, and their attempted divorce.

That being said, we should put those things on the internet now for all to have fun with.

1) The divorce proceedings of George and Cindy Anthony...
According to my own research, George Anthony filed for divorce on December 20th, 2005. This would have been about 4 months after Caylee was born.
The reason cited is, the standard, "The marriage between the parties is irretrievably broken."
More interesting in the filing is the fact that George asks for alimony from Cindy, writing, "The husband has a severe knee injury, and has been unemployed since February. The husband remains unemployed and seeks temporary and rehabilitative alimony from the wife; she has a stable, and professional career in management. It is likely that the husband, considering his age, will have difficulties obtaining future employment at his past level of income."

He also says that Cindy has historically paid all the bills.

Another interesting factoid from the filing: George was living in Fort Myers during this time...at a home on Ronald Drive.

In the 400 pages of documents released by the State Attorneys office are further details. According to long time Casey friend Ryan Palsey, Casey's mom Cindy found out George "was talking to another woman on-line and so there was some issues there."

That's pretty odd, but who knows what to believe, because later in Amy Huizenga's interview with detectives, she says about the cheating "this huge thing which isn't true at all cause I asked her mom."

The divorce proceedings were stopped on November 27th, 2007.

2) Casey was maxing out her parents cards.
Obviously, Casey was stealing people's money: Amy Huizenga told investigators Casey stole 700 dollars worth of checks from her...her mom in that myspace blog post said Casey was stealing lots of money, and she stole the gas from the family's shed. The money taken from Amy is what prompted the new charges on August 29th.

But court records show she did some serious damage to George's credit cards.

He was ordered to pay $12,367 to Citibank for a defaulted card. $9,494.58 to MBNA. He defaulted on another card, but its not clear what's happened with that one or how much he owed. But when the summons was sent to him, records show Casey is the one who signed for it at the door.

The divorce filings also show credit card liabilities, but it's not clear if these are duplicates of the above entries: $10,294 to Suntrust MBNA. $13,959 to Citicard, $5,985 to Bank of America.

At one point in the 400 pages, Amy even says "she had stolen money from her 80-year-old grandmother by using a routing number on a birthday check."

3) Casey took Caylee with her to parties, and even just to sleep over at her "boyfriends" homes.
In the interview with Ricardo Morales, he tells investigators Casey would "come over and stay over probably three or four times a week. Um, most of the time with Caylee. Um, very rarely without her."

The investigator goes on to ask where Caylee would sleep. His answer: "In the same bed."

Investigator: "Alright so three of y'all in the bed and um, happy couple."

Morales: "Uh-huh. (affirmative)"

This would perhaps be normal if these two were in a deeply committed relationship...but here's how Morales describes it.

"Fun. I mean it wasn't, it never really got too serious."

Caylee also came to parties. Amy Huizenga told investigators "She would bring her over and I was...I didn't like that she would bring her over when we'd be drinking or having a party or having a poker night. Um, but she, like she'd put her to bed on the couch and the kid slept through anything.

There has been some speculation, though quietly, that Casey gave Caylee sleeping pills to put her in that tranquil sleep at a party, and the child never woke up.

Another Reason why Orlando Smells Bad

At first we all assumed someone was throwing catfish at our cars. That didn't seem likely. Then everyone seemed SO certain an osprey was DROPPING the catfish in the parking lot by accident. Yes, that's very probable. Dropped 4 fish in one night, in the same spot huh?

No, what we had was further proof that this state is just barely out of the primordial mud. See, here we have catfish that walk on land. Yep. They just wriggle around and flop from puddle to puddle when it rains. Then they get run over by cars and make the parking lot smell like a gassy sailor.

Orlando had a grand idea: lets attract people downtown during the work day, by offering bands and FREE BEER. It was called "City Skip Day," and they assumed all the young professionals would tell the boss "I think I'll cut out early," then head over for a frat party-like kegger, minus the homo-erotic overtones. But if you've ever been to downtown Orlando, you know one thing: it's full of homeless people.

Within minutes of the bar opening, it was surrounded by hobos, 5 deep at the bar. It truly seemed as if the whole purpose of this festival was to get them drunk as all hell. And they did not disappoint.

As you can see in the video, one guy walked up on the scene like he had just stumbled upon the Gates of Heaven. They were singing, cheering, ordering rounds like a Wall Street broker. They were hugging and calling the bartenders "baby." Joyous celebration all around.

Quickly the organizers realized their grievous error: they tried everything to get the homeless out. They began requiring tickets, passed out to only certain people, for a beer. But somehow the homeless had unending supplies of them, while the normal people couldn't find any. The hobos got drunker and drunker.

Next they tried roping off the area where all the drifters were sitting and carousing. No dice.

Finally, they realized all was lost. They started claiming they were out of beer: this was only 3 hours into the whole thing. Everyone assumed they were lying, so the homeless didn't leave.

Eventually everyone just ended up going into the Cheyenne Saloon, or other nearby bars. So perhaps the whole thing wasn't a bust for these guys after all.

Little Caesar's Blows

So I decided to get me a pizza last night; that's rare, since my old lady refuses to eat pizza, and thus I don't get to have it except for the rare nights when she eats somewhere else. I also decided to give Little Caesar's a chance. Bad move.

First of all, their stuff has never been THAT good. Perhaps one small step above Gumby's, which was indestinguishable from the cardboard box it came in. At any rate, I should have been suspicious given that the big ass pizza with 6 toppings only cost 8 bucks, but I went for it anyway.

Mind you, I have had Little Caesar's a couple times in recent years; the cheap bastard friend of mine orders it every time for his yearly party and I remark how shitty it is before eating 6 slices, mostly after I'm 2.5 sheets to the wind. My roommates and I also ordered it one time, when we all thought the company was out of business. When we picked it up, we looked at the underside of the box lid: it had a contest promotion that ended in 1997. It was, at this time, 2003.

At any rate, why not give them a chance again? I drove to the "restaurant" on Goldenrod...and to their credit it was ready as soon as I walked in. But I had a bad feeling about it. I didn't see any pizza ovens...no one with a big oar looking dealy pulling them out...no one tossing the dough in the air. This was no common pizza.

No, this was much worse. Next to the Little Caesar's is a Winn Dixie. I could have gone there and gotten exactly the same thing, but saved 3 bucks! I swear, the Little Caesar's is nothing but digiorno's or some other half-assed frozen pizza, that they sling in the oven for 20 minutes, then sell to us douchebag customers.

Perhaps they're not just digiorno's, but I wager Little Caesar's high command is simply shipping out millions of frozen pizzas to their franchises around the country. Or perhaps just here in ghetto orlando, because here, no one has any taste and will never notice. Makes me long for the days of gumby's...