Jeff Jardine

Daniloo, Peterson likely too busy for MySpace

From the e-mails, voice mails and whatever:

WEB OF INTRIGUE -- Trusting what you find on the Internet sometimes can be like, well, trusting Tony Daniloo.

Daniloo, the former Modesto mortgage broker, pleaded guilty in December to 122 counts of fraud and money laundering, and now is serving a 7½-year sentence in the federal prison in Lompoc.

In May, he was ordered to pay $6.7 million to lenders and victims, and $1.34 million in a separate agreement with Alameda County prosecutors.

Someone created a MySpace page to look like it came from the convicted DreamLife con artist himself. And one of the Alameda County prosecutors, who obviously hadn't read it very closely or thoroughly, believed it was real when he sent Bee reporter Garth Stapley the link.

True, families or friends can maintain a Web page for them. But convicts in federal or California prisons have no direct access to the Internet.

The Daniloo MySpace page is clearly a spoof. Really, would you put your booking mug on your MySpace page?

Considering his current living arrangements, the real Tony Daniloo probably wouldn't list his status as "Swinger" or his body type as being 5 feet tall (when he's really 5-6) with "some extra baggage."

He probably wouldn't describe himself, writing in broken English, as "owner mortgage companies, for some reason real estate and the F.B.I. think I do something wrong now. But I love the MySpace."

And in filling in the blanks under "Who I'd like to meet," a guy just sentenced to 7½ years in the federal pokey for fraud probably wouldn't reply, "People who need financing."

So clearly, someone is having fun at Daniloo's expense, though you could argue that it's not as much fun as Daniloo had at his victims' expense until he finally was caught.

You'll find a similar MySpace parody of Scott Peterson, who resides on San Quentin's death row for the murder of his wife, Laci, and unborn son, Conner. In this one, the spoofer lists Peterson's occupation (fertilizer salesman) as "errr, sales." Favorite movies include "Perfect Husband," starring Dean Cain as -- drumroll, please -- Scott Peterson. Under favorite books, it's Anne Bird's "Blood Brother: 33 Reasons My Brother Scott Peterson Is Guilty," and "We, the Jury: Deciding the Scott Peterson Case."

You think?

NEWTON'S LAW -- What went up over the past five decades at Minnie's Restaurant came down early Saturday morning, and it had nothing to do with gravity. When the Mah family began operating the restaurant at 107 McHenry Ave. in the 1950s, some customers stapled their business cards and a $1 bill to the ceiling and walls in the bar area.

"(Customers) ate here and liked the place, and it became a tradition," said co-owner Stuart Mah, who estimates anywhere from 800 to 1,000 cards and bills went up over the years.

Saturday, between 2:30 and 8 a.m., they all came down. Someone broke into the building and took every business card and every last dollar. "It took a lot of patience to get them all," Mah said.

How the thief reached them all is anyone's guess, though many were accessible by standing on the bar.

"They got a lot of history," Mah said. "It's too bad. I'm sure lots of those businesses (represented on the cards) aren't even in business anymore. It was a piece of Modesto history."

ROAD SIGNS, ROADKILL -- This one started out as one of my blog items but graduated to full-blown column note status.

Atlas and Dillwood roads both "T" into Highway 108-120 east of Oakdale. Recently, the state Department of Transportation, a k a Caltrans, created separate but equal left- and right-turn lanes onto the highway. Between those turn lanes at each intersection, a crew painted diamond-shaped areas on the pavement and stuck stop signs in the ground. Within a day, each sign was flattened -- taken out by drivers who cut across the intersection while turning from the highway. So Caltrans replaced the signs. A day or so later, they were knocked out again.

Call it sheer perseverance, but the signs went up a third time last week. This time they lasted a few days. But by Sunday morning, both were gone yet again, tossed to the soft shoulder like dead deer. Even the best kiln-dried four-by-four post is no match for a front bumper, no matter the speed.

Three up, three down and we haven't hit fog season yet.

At some point, one of two things will happen: Either the people who live in those neighborhoods will remember the signs are there or begin to obey the law by not cutting corners or Caltrans will find a more crash-resistant material.

Foam, perhaps?

Jeff Jardine's column appears Sundays, Tuesdays and Thursdays in Local News. He can be reached at or 578-2383.

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