It sounds like a rip-off of the Shining… a family moves into a condo building to “get away” from the hectic lives they lead in the big city to find themselves all alone. Only instead of a snowed in mountain resort, they’re in in the heart of Ft. Meyers, FL.

The Vangelakos’ family from New Jersey closed on their condo in the new Oasis Tower as a place to eventually retire. Little did they know that they were the only occupants of the 32 story tower to actually make final payments on their unit when the economy started to tank last year.

The family has since realized they are the only people there. With the trash chutes sealed, the marble fountain up front running dry, and the swimming pool sans night-time lighting, the place they go to vacation has become eerily creepy.

While it might suck to be there all by your lonesome… there are a ton of positives. Not only can the kids be as loud as they want late into the night, but there is no overweight hairy neighbor that you have to see sitting poolside.

[CBS News] Chicago loves summertime. From street fests to fireworks, there always seems to be a reason for Chicagoans to stay outdoors during the few warm months Illinois is allotted every year. But sometimes the little blood-suckers out there keep us inside – and I’m not talking about the tweens from Twilight.

There are over 175 species of mosquitoes in the United States with one thing in common – they vant your blood. Scientists have  announced that there is a reason why some people seem to get the brunt of the mosquito fury while others remain hidden to the pests. According to the American Mosquito Control Association, 85% of the insect’s attraction is based on genetics.

People with higher cholestorol levels seem to be a prime target for the bugs, as well as humans with high levels of steroids on thier skin. Also if you produce high levels of carbon dioxide or naturally produced acids which can lure bugs in your direction at the backyard BBQ.

Research has also shown that the moss-ies love people who are moving, so JACK FM reccommends just grabbing a beverage and sitting in a lounge chair instead of doing too much strenuous work… to avoid mosquitoes of course. Not because you’re lazy.

When it comes to your buddy’s significant other, “off limits” is pretty much the standard motto across the board. A guy can dream though.

Such was the case for a lonely ’80s heart-throb, eagerly awaiting his 15 minutes of fame. While taking a stained glass class with his best bud Gary, Rick Springfield was introduced to Gary’s girlfriend. We don’t know if it was the way the sun cascaded through her poorly made stained glass KISS tribute piece, but something about her drove Springfield to the brink of madness. We’re assuming that’s what happened.

Springfield wrote the song, originally using Gary’s real name, but changed it to Jessie after seeing a girl in a softball jersey with “Jessie” printed across the back. Probably because “Gary’s Girl” sounds like a poorly budgeted adult film title. But so does the name “Rick Springfield”, so I guess it still could’ve worked.

Rick said in an interview with Oprah that he doubted the actual girl who inspired the song knows who she is and 28 years after hitting the air waves, her actual name is as much a mystery to the ’80s pop icon who can’t recall the name of Gary’s main squeeze.

The song stayed at #1 on the Billboard charts for 2 weeks, bolstered by Springfield’s recent addition to the cast of General Hospital. It went on to win a Grammy and saved the singer’s otherwise failing music career.

The song has since become a staple on karaoke machines worldwide and a bar room anthem for unrequinted love. So next time your friend is six beers deep makes a total ass out of themselves on the bar’s soundsystem, you can go ahead and give them a history of the song instead of an honest critique of their vocal range…

[CBS News] Last week, a Seattle bank teller came face-to-face with a potential bank robber in the heart of downtown Seattle Center… and proceeded to kick the guy’s ass.

After a thin man in a beenie slid a backpack across the counter and demanded that Jim Nicholson fill it with money, the teller’s adreniline instincts kicking in and he grabbed the guy and demanded to see his weapon. The robber ran for the door and Nicholson proceeded to go Chuck Norris on the guy and run him down for several blocks, knocking him to the ground and holding him down until police could catch up.

So how did the Key Bank of Seattle respond to Nicholson’s thwarting of a would-be John Dillinger? The bank let him go Thursday for not obeying corporate policy regarding bank robbers.

Good thing we don’t have a corporate policy against playing what we want…