Day of Destiny (A Post About Nothing & Everything)

I hope you guys don’t mind if I share something personal with you. If you do, you’re free to leave this blog and head over to www.suckmyleftnutyoucocksuckers.com.

Have you ever really, really wanted something… Something you have wanted your whole life and cannot ever remember wanting anything else? And then one day someone tells you, in no uncertain terms, that you can’t have it. You will never be able to have it, and no whining, moaning, complaining, crying or bitching will get it for you?

I have.

For as long as I can remember I have wanted to be a policeman. I have always looked up to them, considered them heroes. There was a short while that my brother and myself were planning on being superhero veterinarians, but I realized that I could never euthanasize a cat, especially a cute one.

Anyway back in 1995 or 96 sometime when I was working at McDonald’s I had an accident. It was my own fault, but I had dropped a frozen hamburger patty on the floor. I was busy so I didn’t pick it up right away and it thawed. A short while later I slipped on it and twisted my left ankle HARD. It was hard enough to cause a couple of small micro fractures.

I limped around for a while, and then began to notice that I couldn’t stand for long periods of time anymore. I was never able to run, but now my running and walking abilities were reduced even more.

I figured it was the result of my accident and just dealt with it.

I continued on, moving from fast food to security – you know, so I could be a wannabe cop! I then somehow got a job in TV and stuck with that for a few years, even moving to Minnesota and going to school for it. I then went back to security, realizing that I still wanted to be a cop.

Fast forward to 2003. I moved back to Springfield and found the only available job at the time was back at McDonald’s. That was fine, as it was something that I was good at, and I could have free food!

While working there I began to diet. The Springfield Police Department was going to be doing massive recruiting. So I figured if I lost a lot of weight, my foot problems would lessen.

I did. I lost almost 70 pounds over four months. But my foot problems still continued and actually became worse. I finally decided to see a foot specialist to find out what EXACTLY was the problem. Why couldn’t I stand for more than an hour without being in intense pain? Why couldn’t I walk more than a mile before the pain kicked in? Why did the pain hit me as SOON as I began to run anywhere?

I went in and had an x-ray. He then sent me in for a MRI. We then scheduled a follow up to discuss the results.

The doctor went on to explain what was wrong with me and showed me multiple splotches on my MRI that really looked like fingerprints to me. He talked in his fancy-smancy Latin medial lingo, and then finally broke it down for me.

Summary: I have arthritis. But it’s VERY far advanced. He compared it to what he might find in someone in their 80’s. He said it was a problem I was born with, and while the accidents (I have one in Minnesota as well) compounded it, they didn’t cause it.

He told me that I probably have the same issue with my right foot, but since I didn’t have any accidents on it, it wasn’t as bad. He told me that it was likely that by the time I am 40 I am going to have some serious problems standing and walking even for short periods.

He could fix it, possibly. But it would involve a lot of surgery and it wouldn’t be a guaranteed fix.

It was that day that I realized that no matter what I did, I could never become a cop. I wouldn’t be able to run the distance to pass the physical test. I wouldn’t be able to get through the physical part of the academy. I couldn’t even enlist in the military because I would NEVER make it through basic. That and the thought of being yelled at by a mean looking DI makes me cry.

It’s a very dark day when your one dream – the ONLY thing I have ever cared about for more than ten minutes – is taken away from you.

However it did enlighten me to some things. I have never gotten enough exercise to keep my weight down. When I was in high school I could never run the whole distance we were supposed to run. I always assumed it was because I was fat, but even the fatter kids were out running me. My feet always hurt bad after walking or running anywhere. Now I know why.

So now I am screwed. I have adjusted my eating habits to where – for the most part – I eat healthy. I have fast food for lunch, but I usually get a grilled chicken sandwich. I don’t eat fries, except on Saturdays and Sundays with my Philly when I go to Triple Play with my overnight photog buddies Ganimir and Sol. But despite my healthier eating, I am not losing anymore weight. I can’t go jogging – even 5 minutes on the treadmill hurts like a mother. I can’t walk far enough to burn any calories.

So I am kind of stuck a fatass. I’ve considered the Al Roker surgery, but a couple people have told me I’m not fat enough to risk the possible complications! WTF!? Last time I checked my body fat percentage was 35%. Making my 0% fat weight (just bones, muscle and goo) about 195 and my ideal weight (average healthy Caucasian should have 15% body fat) at 225 (saving you the math, my weight as of my physical in June was 300).

So what do I do? I can’t be a cop. I can’t go back to McD’s – not that I want to – assuming I am going to be crippled by the time I am 40 that gives me about 10 more years I could be a photog, assuming I don’t snap and kill 1,623 people before that. I really have no useful skills that can be transferred to another line of work. I have a very specialized education and skill base. I wouldn’t mind being a writer, but I am not good enough to do it professionally and I doubt I ever will be. And I am far to ADD riddled to code web pages for a living. Hell I took an hour writing this because I saw a shiny light and had to investigate it! And I could never, ever become a burden on my parents or society. I’ve freeloaded enough off my dad and mom, even though she’s to nice to say it to my face, don’t want me freeloading off her!

These are the things that are going through my mind every single day. It’s no wonder why it takes me six hours to fall asleep every day. That and the fact that I have grown to really loathe my job (at least three days of the week) and have two months to make a very important decision. I have my show I want to do, but I am lost on finding way to finance it. I’m pissed off at decisions I have made in the past, yet at the same time I miss the life I had in Minnesota; all the while my inspirational sign sits in front of my desk on the wall telling me The past cannot be changed – The future can be. Top all that off with the fact that this city sucks snake balls and I’m incredibly lonely out here and you can see why I am a really unpleasant person.

I laughed as I typed that. I always tell people that one of my positive points is that I have a nice personality and that I am upbeat.

LOL… What a crock.

Anyway, if you’re still with me, thanks for reading. Every now and then it makes me feel a little bit better sharing things like this. And considering I don’t have to look any of you – except James and Sol if they read this – in the face, I don’t mind criticism, constructive or otherwise.

Ooooo! A shiny light!

What's Wrong With This Picture?

So after my trip to Henderson to get video of the schmuck I will lovingly refer to as 'Bad Santa' ((see previous post)) I returned to my station, video in hand only to hear:

Dispatch: Rescue 83, copy a 27 Echo 1...

A 27 is a gunshot wound, and an 'echo' severity tag on it means that it's obviously fatal. Medical still has to respond and pronounce the person 'officially' dead.

I missed the PD dispatch, so I didn't hear what the circumstances were. It was in an apartment complex in 'Old Henderson', the area where Henderson first started - which is obviously why it's older than new Henderson.

Anyway, I fly away - from the station which is MUCH farther away this time - and arrive about 20 minutes later. Outside of the building I see a few police trucks and nothing else.

I try my damnedest to get Henderson's attention, but getting any information out of Henderson PD is like trying to squeeze orange juice from a tomato. I shoot the scene, and stand around waiting for someone to come and talk to me.

My pleas of 'SIR!' and 'EXCUSE ME, SERGANT?' go unheeded and I sigh. Just an hour ago we were all yucking it up together. I swear that HPD is bi-polar.

Finally a pair of detectives and CSI's arrive. The detectives both ignore me and go inside. Not 120 seconds later they come back out, get into their cars and leave.

Normally this would befuddle a person, but not me. I use my master journalistic skills of reasoning and deduction to declare this shooting a suicide. How do I figure that? Well obviously everyone wouldn't be leaving if it was a homicide. Have you seen how many cops stand around yakking at a homicide?

I sigh and complain that HPD didn't come and tell me this an hour ago - I'm sure they were all bitching that I was there, not understanding that the news won't cover most suicides and if they would have told me what it was I would have scrammed. But as I was walking back to my car I look around.

Old Henderson, the area around Pacific Ave, Water Street, Atlantic Ave, is a lower to low-mid income area. I've been here several times, not because low income people commit crimes, but because people who commit crimes usually live in low income areas. I've talked to the residents in this neighborhood and I have yet to meet one who wasn't the nicest person I've ever met.

Anyway most of the houses are small, kind of shabby... To be perfectly blunt, a lot of them are shacks.

This is the 'apartment complex' where the suicide occurred. It is right next door to what I will be later comparing it too.

This is the house next to it, who's lawn I used to plead for information and gather video. A lot of the houses look similar to this, sans the boarded up windows.

Now I am not showing you these pictures to tease these people. I have been there. You should see the houses my mom had back on 20th Street and Reynolds Ave in Springfield. There was carpet in the kitchen for crying out loud.

No, I am showing you this as a comparison. In the middle of these houses, with the shacks and single bedroom huts surrounding it, was this:


Now that is about as out of place as me at a 50 Cent show. I am DYING to know if this was some sort of urban revitalization plan that went horribly awry. I want to know if the people who live there are looked down upon (or up upon, depending on which floor they reside on) by the other residents in the neighborhood.

I, for the life of me, cannot understand, see nor phantom how THAT beautiful apartment building ended up in the middle of Old Henderson. Usually when you plant a rose you tear down the weeds!

I think that the City of Henderson is contributing to the poor self esteem of the residents of Old Henderson and that they should either ghetto up that apartment complex or build new, nice, stable homes for the other people there. It's not fair and I know if I lived down there I would pee on that building daily.

Breaking News At Last! (a/k/a Bad Santa)

As promised, the continuation of my slow ass news night on Saturday.

So I'm hanging out at my news waiting locale on Decatur and Sunset when my scanner stops on Henderson Fire:

Engine 81, Rescue 81 copy a 17 Alpha 1 at 223 North Stephanie.

It didn't really peak my interest. A code 17 is a fall, and if it's an Alpha response that means they don't use lights and sirens. But then I heard more.

R81: Dispatch, Rescue 81, what is this call?
Dispatch: It's an assist for PD. Someone is trapped in the hood of a grill.

That raised my eyebrows. I quickly switched over to Henderson PD.

Dispatch: ...Fasuto's, employee came in to find feet hanging out of the ventilation shaft going from the grill to the roof. Apparently a 406 (Burglary) suspect who has gotten stuck. Fire is staging on Stephanie and American Pacific.

I've got to see this. So I drop my Mountaineer into gear and head down to the 215 and roll down to Henderson. The freeway is empty so I get there pretty darned quickly. Plus, as an added bonus, this place is just a couple of blocks north of the freeway.

Just before I arrive I hear another comment on the radio:

Control, we're code 4. Send in fire.

There is hysterical laughing in the background.

I arrive and look around. I see cops and firefighters laughing, walking in and out of the store. I walk up to the entrance and look in.

Inside I see a pair of black boots hanging about 2 feet (no pun intended) above the grill. I look to an officer.

"He's not dead, is he?"

The officer shakes his head.

"How long has he been in there?"

The officer replies, "A couple of hours."

I can't help it. I start to laugh my ass off. I run back to my car, grab my camera and tripod and start to shoot. Every now and then you see the guy wiggle his feet, all the while firefighters are trying to figure out how in the hell they are going to get this schmuck out of there.

They eventually decide that he is going to have to go out the way he came in. They call out a ladder truck and go to the roof. After about thirty minutes they pull him out. I almost missed the perp walk, as they were going to arrest him in the back, but my keen ears caught some scanner traffic and I drove quickly to the backside.

The cops must have seen me at the last minute, because it looked like they were going to put him in the side of the car away from me, but then decided to put him in the car on my side. The truly priceless moment was when he and the cops came walking around the car. He looked up, saw me, and then turned away with a look that said "Aw fuck."

I almost felt sorry for this numb nut.

I made my way back with my EXCLUSIVE video (my station LOVES to say that, so why shouldn't I?) only to have to return even deeper into Henderson for a man found dead with a gun shot wound. That turned out to be a suicide, which we don't cover, but I did find something interesting in the area lovingly known as 'Old Henderson.' That's coming tomorrow!

Silent Night...

You know, there are some nights when I make my self feel like a real asshole. Don't get me wrong, I am an asshole (wonderful - more hits from pervs looking for asshole pictures...) but it usually doesn't bother me. What does bother me is when I find myself saying 'It's too damn quiet. I wish something would happen.'

Why is that bothersome? Because for something to make it on the news - hell to even get my attention as an ambulance chaser - someone has to be dead, dying, or losing everything they own in a fire.

I met some tourists on the bus when I was riding it to work - due to my vehicular issues - and they asked me to come and put them on TV later. I said, very quietly:

"You don't want to be in front of my camera, because if you are, you're having the worst day of your life."

It's a dirty job, but that's what I've chosen to do. To say that it doesn't bother me that I make my living off of other people’s misfortunes would be a lie. However, as I have explained before, if I let it get to me I'd fall apart.

Anyway, I found myself saying that tonight. I kicked myself for saying it, but it's been an unbelievably slow news month (at least for overnights). So, as usual I found myself sitting around, waiting and listening for something to happen. I mean something has to happen. This is Vegas - a city where people come to get away from their troubles, which always seem to find them.

I don't sit around at the station though. I hate sitting on the assignment desk because one - I spend to much time on the internet, two - I can't listen to 8 different scanners at once, and three - I hate answering phones and I hate most of the people who would call at 3 in the morning.

I usually spend my nights driving around. I usually make one loop around the city, which kills about an hour. But driving around the freeways over and over again will put you to sleep; especially when you get up north where there are NO cars and NO lights. When I am not driving I am sitting in one of my two favorite news waiting locations:



Either I-15 and Flamingo (tucked away where no one can see my car - idiots are drawn to the logos I think) or Decatur and Sunset by NHP's HQ. The picture to the right is at Decatur and Sunset.

Both are right off the freeway, which makes quick travels in the middle of the night. And both are in unique spots in the city where I can pick up both North Las Vegas PD and Boulder City PD. So I don't miss anything.

On slow nights like this I end up using several pieces of notebook paper as I spend my waiting time smoking and writing down every single address that comes over the scanner, as well as the unit number and the 400 code. You never know when an officer will respond to a 417 (domestic) and find people shooting at each other. And here, radio traffic is discouraged so catching the address a second time is a rarity.

Tonight I spent about 40 minutes sitting here before my spot news prayers were answered. And as an added bonus, no one was hurt in this! Unless you count the idiots ego. Tomorrow I will tell you what happened! Or you can watch it later, exclusively, on Channel 8 Eyewitness News! WOOT!

A Second Plug...

I never do this, but I am going to plug again The Adventures of Chad Cleanly. It's a comic strip that has me in stitches on a daily basis.

Today's (But Will It Win a Clio?) caused me to spew my beef lo mein Thanksgiving dinner all over my keyboard (damn you Sam!).

Anywhooo.... GO THERE NOW. Then come back and read my blog.

Happy Thanksgiving

Today is the day we celebrate the dinner that was a short prelude to the genocide of millions of Native Americans.

And yes, I can do this to any holiday!

Enjoy the long weekend, eat too much and make sure to avoid the bird flu. I hear that it might be kind of lethal.

'Round Vegas #6

I haven't done these in a while, so I thought I would get back to it.

Pardon The Mess...

Over the weekend I plan on redesiging my template from scratch. Please forgive any formatting problems you may come across. You will know when renovation has begun as there will be a message at the top, and the page will look really fucked up.

Happy turkey day!

UPDATE:
For the most part, everything seems to be in order. I would hope so considering I spent almost an hour screaming at Notepad (well, technically the style sheet I was creating in Notepad) because my text was coming out black - which was blending into the background and was unreadable.
Turns out I forgot a ; (semi-colon). Those are VERY important in style sheets. Kind of like the stop signs of cyberspace.
Anyway, if you don't notice what's different, there is more room on the left side for the blog entries. I moved the text so that it would take up most of the screen, instead of being confined to a small 400px area. Some of the older stories are now badly formatted with pictures, but oh well.
I also reduced the size of the right side content area - which explains the place holder pictures. I need to shrink or recreate some because now they won't fit. I've also changed the font.
Now, I acknowledge that no one cares, but I figured since I made a post on the renovation, I should at least follow up and explain what I changed! :)
Comments are welcome. If you have any problems, check two things. Is your desktop resolution at least 800X600? No? Don't complain then. Also, if you are using IE you shouldn't. But it should show up okay though. Mac users and people using weird browsers also might experience problems - even though I don't think Macs should.

4 People

There was a Medialine thread where people were asked 'what four Medialiners would you like to have Thanksgiving dinner with?'. I thought it was an interesting question on which to expand on.

I came up with a couple of lists.

Four Famous People (Living or Dead)

1. Jorja Fox (Because she's hot, duh.)


2. Sun Tzu (So I could learn the art of war first hand.)


3. Rumiko Takahashi (She created my favorite anime, Ranma ½.)


4. Tony Blair (IMHO a great man and a great leader.)

Four Fictional Characters

1. James Bond (He scores with ANY woman, he drives fancy cars and he's got a kick ass job. And hell, his accent even turns ME on...)


2. Gil Grissom (From CSI. If you don't know the show, then you won't understand. But if you are a fan of the show, you know why it'd be cool to hang out with him.)


3. Capt. Benjamin Sisko (From Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. By far the greatest captain in Star Trek history. A great family man who has a thurst for Dominion blood. I love it!)


4. Kaname Chidori (From the anime Full Metal Panic!. She's uber cute and likes to smack around men... I liked being smacked around by women, I guess...)

There are, of course, more people, but I had to choose just four. But some other famous people I would love to share an overpriced grande mocha with at Starbucks are John McCain, David X. Cohen (executive producer of futurama), Jerry Bruckheimer (the greatest television and movie producer ever), Abe Lincoln, President Ronald Regan, Albert Pujols and Renee O'Connor (she played Gabriel on Xena. I was SO in love with her!).

Feel free to add your list in the comment section!

In closing, here are a couple of pictures of Kaname whoppin' some ass!

Make that $557...

Turns out my calipers were shot as well!

Oh well, I shopped around and got the best deal... Three estimates, ranging from the $557 up to $790 from Midas! Shit, the blue book value on my car is only $790 probably!!

Oh well. I'm actually beginning to like Ramen noodles... 8 for a dollar you know.

Give me a brake...

Ugh...

I need massive break work done and the cheapest estimate I've gotten so far is $450. So, I am starting a donation drive. If you'd like to help, please email me and I will give you the number to my Swiss bank account.

Thanks for your consideration. In return, I give you my gun totin' anime boobie girl, my happy avatar on Dyckersonville!

Something missing ===>

I killed the shout-out box. Not enough people were using it and it was being spammed. And since I didn't feel like paying for an upgraded account so I could block IP's, I said 'fuck it' and got rid of it.

So now if you want to give a shout out, you'll have to comment like normal people.

Happy 1 year, 11 day anniversary!

Today my blog is one year and eleven days old! wOOt! I would have celebrated that anniversary on a more round number day, but I wasn't paying attention.

As a call back to that glorious day, here is the first picture ever posted: my kitty sleeping.

See you in two years and 22 days!

Cops blog!

That's why they have those computers in their cars.

Hrm... No laughter and suddenly there are two METRO guys banging on my door.

Check out Rain's blog Rain Showers. She's a police officer working the mean streets of Philly. Hopefully if I ever visit she'll hook me up with a killer cheesesteak.

Lines...

I've created this simple graphic to show people what I am about to be talking about.

These lines represent the lines that can be found on a highway or surface street.

On the left is a solid white line; on the right is a double solid yellow line.

Now, this is basic Driver's Ed, and knowledge that is required to pass a driving test in at least Illinois.

What do both of these lines have in common?

YOU CAN'T CROSS EITHER OF THEM YOU FUCKING MORONS!

I nearly got creamed today driving back from Lake Mead by some jack off who does not realize that changing lanes when there is a solid white line is not only dangerous (there is a reason they want you to stay in one lane, you know), it's illegal.

And of course the other afternoon some prick who thinks getting to his $5 an hour job on time is more important than other people's safety passes me on 159, crossing said double solid yellow lines (ignoring the big DO NOT PASS sign as well).

I used to think people who develop road rage have issues. Now I just realize that they've had to drive with these west coast cocksuckers.

(Note, not everyone from the WC is a cocksucker... Just a lot of them...)

Happy Veterans Day

If you see a veteran today, make sure you tell him thanks. It's because of him or her that you have the rights you have every single day of your life.

Mr. and Mrs. Veteran, thank you.

Tales from the Top Shelf

So what is all that crap on the top shelf of my new, and still standing might I add, bookshelf?

Well, let's go through and see, eh?

We'll start by going left to right, just to make things simple. On the far left here we have my Sailor Moon 'Gashapon'. There are just little figure that come in eggs and are vended out of machines sometimes in Japan. Kind of like the super bouncy ball machines at the front of K-Mart here in the states.

You can't play with them, since they fall apart easily.

My favorite things on the top shelf, my jets. You know you can buy these die cast models over at Wal*Mart for 98 cents? Come payday I need to go over there and see if I can finish off my collection.

If you click on the picture you will be able to see the names and types of the planes. My favorite is my one in the middle, the F-35 JSF. Once it's in service it's going to be one bad Arab killin' machine! (Oh quit boo'ing. Who else are we going to bomb?)

This is my hockey puck that I managed to procure from a Jr. Blues game in Springfield before I left. It's used, so it's a bit chipped up. It was this puck that made me realize that maybe I DON'T want to learn how to skate and play hockey. I dropped it on my foot and screamed like a little girl. I can imagine how it would feel hitting you at 100+ MPH...

Lovely Naru from the anime 'Love Hina'. I think that I acquired this model in Milwaukee when Jason and I went up there last year. (Damn snow!) I'm not really much into Christmas, but who wouldn't hope that she would come down your chimney dressed like that, ready to give you some 'holiday joy'?

And yes, sometimes what I say even makes me go 'Hmmmmmmm...'

One of the things I collect as well are die cast police cars. I try, just like the police shoulder patches that I collect, to get one from everywhere I have lived. For some reason I have yet to find one for Springfield that isn't $40.

Anyway, this is one from Las Vegas. I actually spent too much on this one. I bought one, and found out that it was the old design (didn't have the word 'POLICE' in big letters on the side) so I had to buy a second one. Of course there was only one so I was in a fierce eBay bidding war. I think this car cost me $30.

Anyway, it's the current pride and joy of my collection. If demand dictates, maybe I will show off my others and my patch collection. I am sure some of the coppers from Dyckersonville might want to see them.

Then again, maybe not!

Finally is a couple more gashapon. These were a little harder to find as they are from new, lesser known anime. The two in the back are from 'Shuffle!' and the four in the front are the girls from 'Girls Bravo.' If you read my Summer Anime Recommendations you should already be familiar with both of those anime!

That about wraps it up. I'm looking forward maybe getting another bookshelf to place the rest of my airplanes and cars on. If this one manages to hold together till payday that might just be what I will have to do!

ewink Attempts Masonry...

If there is one thing in this world I have come to realize that I suck eggs at, it's assembling things.

Hell I will no longer even assemble my own chairs because I don't trust my shoddy workmanship.

So I had a task of biblical proportions yesterday when I bought a $20 bookshelf from Wal*Mart which required assembly. My goal was to get the stack of wood seen in the picture, to look like the finished bookshelf on the front of the box.

According to the instructions, there was, allegedly, no tools required. There were already pins and screws in the wood, and it was all supposed to slide together, then be held together by tension.

So I begin plugging the wood pieces together, but they plugs were not going all the way down into the plug holes! (Please, save your filthy disgusting comments for the end.) I placed ALL my body weight trying to get the metal pins to 'slide' in. Just a refresher, I'm fat, so that's a lot of weight!

Finally I told the bookshelf it could go fornicate itself and brought out the hammer. The plugs and wood quickly complied, and the only places where you will see any hammer marks are at the bottom.

Once I began using Hammer (2 Legit 2 Quit, fucka!) the bookshelf was easy to assemble. I even managed to get the adjustable shelves installed and lined up evenly!


As you can see, the bookshelf even withstood the weight of my books and manga! WOOT! I then slowly and carefully moved my collectables from the living room table (story about them coming tomorrow!) to the top of the bookshelf. I was worried that it would fall, since the instructions stated "NO WEIGHT" on the top of the case, but it didn't.

I'm glad to because looking at the box, there's a freakin' lamp and like some sort of candy dish on the top! That would be false advertising! Bogus!

Anyway, 24 hours later the bookshelf still stands. The big test will be whether or not it withstands an earthquake. Not that we get many (any) here. But when we do, it's going to be like nine point four! Giggidy!

And for the record, Wal*Mart haters, my bookshelf was made in the U S A.

What the fuck is wrong with France?

And no, that isn't a rhetorical question.

How do you allow rioting to go on for almost two weeks in an advanced, industrialized nation?

What the hell is the French government thinking by NOT clamping down on these people and stopping this anarchy NOW?

You think it will cause MORE problems? Well doing nothing just says that when you're upset go ahead and riot, kill people, hurt firemen and no one will do anything about it.

Send in the military and put this fire out NOW, before anyone else gets killed. Or do the French need to wait till some rich, white people get threatened before they care?

And while we’re on the topic, I though utopian Europe didn’t have ANY poor people and neighborhoods. I thought only America didn’t take care of our poor!

France surrendering jokes are welcome.

PHOTO FROM CNN.COM

A Real 'Fox'

Am I the only one who thinks that CSI's Jorja Fox is one of, if not the, most attractive person in Hollywood?

Everytime I watch that show I get the uncontrollable urge to walk up and lick my 47 inch HD screen.

There is just something about her that makes her seem like that she is someone that wouldn't mind dating just some Joe Schmoe (well not me since I admitted that I want to lick her).

I also personally think that she does a great job with her character on the show, and maybe that's another reason why I think she's so damn hot. 'Cause no offense to other Hollywood actresses, but it seems lately that both beauty AND talent don't seem to be something that a lot of actresses have anymore.

Anyway, Jorja, next time you're in Vegas, look me up. We'll do Starbucks, and I promise that I won't lick you! Unless you want me to. >:)

Airport!

As everyone may or may not know, I'm a very strange person. And one of those things that make me strange is the fact that I really enjoy going to the airport.

One of the reasons for that is because I am an airplane enthusiast. But I don't need to go to the airport to see airplanes. In fact I get to see airplanes at my super favorite spot on Eastern and Sunset as they fly over my head to land.

No I like going to the airport because of the parking garage.

Look at this thing! (The picture to the above.) Now, that is just the curly-fry ramp to get up to the top level, but it goes round and round and round! It's just about the most fun driving you can have doing 7 miles per hour.

I am not sure what I enjoy more though. Going up to the top (where the view is breath-taking, by the way) or going down. Going down seems to be a lot less work, since you have gravity on your side and everything.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!