So it turns out that the chick in Portland who was the victim of the acid attack was also the perpetrator.
That is nutty, right there. What possible cranial malfunction could cause you to want to permanently disfigure yourself with acid in order to get fifteen minutes on the local news, in between the weather report and the commercials for Bob's Discount Siding Warehouse?
I realize that "Being On TV" is the great aspiration of a disturbingly large part of our populace, but couldn't you choose a less painful way to do it and one that didn't cause small children to flinch at the sight of your face for the rest of your life? I guess you have to put forth a little more personal effort if you don't have a kid you can stash in the crawlspace while telling the local Five-Oh that he was kidnapped by a runaway weather balloon, but it shouldn't cause actual physical pain.