Holy Crap-A-Moly I missed this blog - anyone up for a re-run?
I forget how much I enjoyed writing and reading this ...
(Oops, here comes the wife ...)
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Where to the old crooks go?
An old man was busted for trafficking hundreds of thousands of pills. 80 Years old. Below is the link. (it may expire after some time)
http://news.yahoo.com/video/health-15749655/grandfather-busted-in-major-drug-deal-20497742
This leads me to the question, where do old crooks go? What happens when an old man of 80 commits a crime that gives him 20 in the slammer. Do they have a location they move the older prisoners to? Whats it like?
Maybe they gather during lunch in the cafeteria and plan a break-out. I would think it would be something like the movie "Cocoon". How dangerous is an older criminal to society.
Am I wrong in remembering or thinking that organized crime is usually ultimately run by an older criminal? Like "Papa Primavera" or "Uncle Louie" or "The Old Man". (See Boondock Saints 2).
Just curious?
http://news.yahoo.com/video/health-15749655/grandfather-busted-in-major-drug-deal-20497742
This leads me to the question, where do old crooks go? What happens when an old man of 80 commits a crime that gives him 20 in the slammer. Do they have a location they move the older prisoners to? Whats it like?
Maybe they gather during lunch in the cafeteria and plan a break-out. I would think it would be something like the movie "Cocoon". How dangerous is an older criminal to society.
Am I wrong in remembering or thinking that organized crime is usually ultimately run by an older criminal? Like "Papa Primavera" or "Uncle Louie" or "The Old Man". (See Boondock Saints 2).
Just curious?
Monday, September 14, 2009
Deep Thoughts
My this blog page is like a pizza. And all the dots are pepperoni's.
My life is like a pizza, real mixed up. And all these dots are the toppings.
Some are faded and not memorable.
Some are bold and unforgettable.
And some moments are gone.
Aren't you glad this one is?
My life is like a pizza, real mixed up. And all these dots are the toppings.
Some are faded and not memorable.
Some are bold and unforgettable.
And some moments are gone.
Aren't you glad this one is?
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Posthomous Horoscope (Cancer) - August 2009
Even though the month isn't over you feel compelled to write about it. Financial troubles will seem insurmountable, but will soon be over OR you will go jump off the nearest bridge, but only if there are no cute ducks swimming below. Those in your life who are unbelievably irritating you will soon stop it, or you will throw them off the nearest bridge, unless there's ducks. For next month, try to lose those extra pounds you packed on this year because of your uncontrollable appetite for brownies and ice cream. Your other vice or vices are a thing of the past except for those brownies of course, so go on a diet fatty! Your weekend from hell is over (minus the china drummer girls) and it will be many more moons before you have another one like it. And put your thinking cap on 'cause you are going back to class, uh....good luck with that.
Posthumous Horoscope (Cancer) April, May, June, July 2009
You will forget to blog for four months, no surprise there.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
My suprising week
So the week started out last Friday heading to Austin for the State Convention and ends for the purpose of this blog entry late Friday tonight.
Friday: Took off the whole day off work and started out packing and washing clothes. Work up uncharacteristically early on an off day. Around 8:30 am. Hey I could have been to work on time if I had gone in. Bo picked me up and we headed to get the RV ready for the trip and Tammy met us there. We stopped in Brenham for some DQ. I lost the last part of the trip entranced in Sudoku - getting my ass kicked by a puzzle - medium level - 25 minutes and counting. So I did what I had to do - I quit the game. RV generator wasn't working and somehow the side windows had cracked open so we were getting warm. Upon arrival, the generator wasn't working. After a phonecall, we discovered it was a safety feature of the RV that the generator kicked off to consevre gas when it hits 1/8th a tank or below. So we hit the Austin traffic with very little gas in search for a big station with diesel. We found it and it was right where we ended up giong dancing later that night.
Saturday met Jay and Veronica for lunch. Driving in Austin, I remembered what a nice city it was to look at - parts of it. I-35 isn't impressive, but most other parts are - either scenic or nostalgic. stayed at the hotel for the convention dance/concert that night. Sunday we where on the way home. We had shared the weekend in Austin with the ROT Bikers Rally. But our convention totted 1730 sober people on Saturday night. Stopped by DQ on the way home, by that time my body was tired and I kinda shut down for the rest of the day. Needless to say, got crap done that day, but I did go swimming at the cool pool, which I had wanted to for months.
Monday was chaotic. The shitty committee rented out my head for their own state convention. (State of Mind that is). Thier attendence was unknown but week represented as they tore up the place. They got kicked out by 7:30 that night as I entered the better part of the day (the last 4 hours). Tuesday, the committee crashed the place again, and ruined a perfectly good suprise for me ans they argued out in anger every good thing possible in my life, Wednesday was a better day. Thrusday was too. Friday the Shitty Committee made one last attempt to crash.
After a long day at work, I came home for a brief minute and saw my kitchen floor covered in water and the fridge and freezer had been off. What the hell happened here? I spoke with the apartment manager who promised to get maintainence out immediately. Came home that night to find more. One discovery was maintainence had used a small kitchen towel to soak up water and left the soaking dirty towel on my countertop. But it was folded up ... thanks for folding it you ASSHOLE! Then I stepped back out into the living room and something cuaght my eye. A staineed ceiling and couch.
Turns out a water pipe had burst next door, so said the upstiars neighbor who had water in his kitchen too. The water pipe mystery found it's was from the bottom floor apartment next to me, up into the apartment above me. Something's fishy - and I got left with the fun part of it. Bad food in the fridge - not sure what that has to do with the pump. A wet floor, dirty towl and stained soon to be moldy ceiling. I am so ready for the weekend. After Friday night a note was posted at the front door to the Shitty Committee.
"No committee meeting tonight. Meetings suspended until further notice due to the unpredicatable behaviour of the attendees of this meeting. In the mean time, talk amongst YOURSELVES and find out who's in charge of your committee. You may submit your nominations before re-entering the premises, but chances are some of us in here already know Who's in charge. And it's not who you think. -Sincerely Peace, Serenity and Hope."
Enjoy your week. Would love to hear about it as long as it's not written by your committees' members in standing.
Friday: Took off the whole day off work and started out packing and washing clothes. Work up uncharacteristically early on an off day. Around 8:30 am. Hey I could have been to work on time if I had gone in. Bo picked me up and we headed to get the RV ready for the trip and Tammy met us there. We stopped in Brenham for some DQ. I lost the last part of the trip entranced in Sudoku - getting my ass kicked by a puzzle - medium level - 25 minutes and counting. So I did what I had to do - I quit the game. RV generator wasn't working and somehow the side windows had cracked open so we were getting warm. Upon arrival, the generator wasn't working. After a phonecall, we discovered it was a safety feature of the RV that the generator kicked off to consevre gas when it hits 1/8th a tank or below. So we hit the Austin traffic with very little gas in search for a big station with diesel. We found it and it was right where we ended up giong dancing later that night.
Saturday met Jay and Veronica for lunch. Driving in Austin, I remembered what a nice city it was to look at - parts of it. I-35 isn't impressive, but most other parts are - either scenic or nostalgic. stayed at the hotel for the convention dance/concert that night. Sunday we where on the way home. We had shared the weekend in Austin with the ROT Bikers Rally. But our convention totted 1730 sober people on Saturday night. Stopped by DQ on the way home, by that time my body was tired and I kinda shut down for the rest of the day. Needless to say, got crap done that day, but I did go swimming at the cool pool, which I had wanted to for months.Monday was chaotic. The shitty committee rented out my head for their own state convention. (State of Mind that is). Thier attendence was unknown but week represented as they tore up the place. They got kicked out by 7:30 that night as I entered the better part of the day (the last 4 hours). Tuesday, the committee crashed the place again, and ruined a perfectly good suprise for me ans they argued out in anger every good thing possible in my life, Wednesday was a better day. Thrusday was too. Friday the Shitty Committee made one last attempt to crash.
After a long day at work, I came home for a brief minute and saw my kitchen floor covered in water and the fridge and freezer had been off. What the hell happened here? I spoke with the apartment manager who promised to get maintainence out immediately. Came home that night to find more. One discovery was maintainence had used a small kitchen towel to soak up water and left the soaking dirty towel on my countertop. But it was folded up ... thanks for folding it you ASSHOLE! Then I stepped back out into the living room and something cuaght my eye. A staineed ceiling and couch.
Turns out a water pipe had burst next door, so said the upstiars neighbor who had water in his kitchen too. The water pipe mystery found it's was from the bottom floor apartment next to me, up into the apartment above me. Something's fishy - and I got left with the fun part of it. Bad food in the fridge - not sure what that has to do with the pump. A wet floor, dirty towl and stained soon to be moldy ceiling. I am so ready for the weekend. After Friday night a note was posted at the front door to the Shitty Committee."No committee meeting tonight. Meetings suspended until further notice due to the unpredicatable behaviour of the attendees of this meeting. In the mean time, talk amongst YOURSELVES and find out who's in charge of your committee. You may submit your nominations before re-entering the premises, but chances are some of us in here already know Who's in charge. And it's not who you think. -Sincerely Peace, Serenity and Hope."
Enjoy your week. Would love to hear about it as long as it's not written by your committees' members in standing.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Posthumous Horoscope (Aries) - April 2009
Here's something new this month, you will struggle with finances. Oh wait, that's not new, you'll just react emotionally - every time - like this is a new problem. Mornings will bring you lots of grouchiness. You have made a decision to not go to your April retreat, and it's actually one of your better ideas - so the more you quietly whine inside about it - the less of a better idea it becomes. You day dream about money, sex, and finding your adoption papers. But in reality, your broke, horny, sexless and yes, this is your real family. Oh yeah, on a final note, it rains a lot this month. Did you NOT see that coming? HELLO!? APRIL SHOWERS? Duh.
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Posthumous Horoscope (Aries) - March 2009
Your days ahead will be wide open with opportunities as long as your mouth is tightly closed. Watch out for non-verbal "I told you so's" - they piss off others as much as they piss you off.
Have a few nervous breakdowns this month - it's good for the bowels - get's all the shit out of your system. When you're done shitting on the pot (still with the potty humour?), you'll find that the world actually proceeded on.
This is your time of the year, and most people will forget that as they're waiting for their time to come. Happy Birthday fucko, you'll have to work all day but come home grateful to be alive. Did I mention you're still alone?
Have a few nervous breakdowns this month - it's good for the bowels - get's all the shit out of your system. When you're done shitting on the pot (still with the potty humour?), you'll find that the world actually proceeded on.
This is your time of the year, and most people will forget that as they're waiting for their time to come. Happy Birthday fucko, you'll have to work all day but come home grateful to be alive. Did I mention you're still alone?
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