I want to understand where this lady is coming from because four isn’t even close to eight, for crying out loud, but these thieving bastards at KFC only gave me half my chicken is still not something you call 911 to complain about.
The woman told a dispatcher she was at the KFC on Euclid Avenue in Euclid and paid for 8 pieces of chicken and only received 4.
“I only got four pieces of chicken and I want my chicken,” the woman told the dispatcher.
The dispatcher told the woman that was a civil matter, and she would have to take it up with management.
“There is not much the police can do about it,” the dispatcher told the caller.
The woman, however, insisted she wanted to talk to a police officer.
It doesn’t say here whether she spoke to one who charged her with misusing emergency services, but I assume not.
I got some sad news the other day. Sandy, Steve’s aunt’s dog, the Australian shepherd that has been in so many stories over the years, passed away. She was 14, so certainly lived a good long life, but it’s still sad.
When Tansy came along, I hoped that Tansy and Sandy would run around like crazy. But Sandy did not approve of Tansy’s antics, and would act as Trixie’s personal guard dog. Sandy and Tansy really never learned to get along, unfortunately.
It doesn’t seem possible that Sandy has been part of family gatherings and stories for 14 years. But then again, the cousins are all grown up and they were smallish when Sandy showed up on the scene.
And just like that, another piece of history is gone. Goodbye Sandy. Thanks for the memories.
A substitute teacher from of all places, Nutley, New Jersey, is facing several charges after he is alleged to have been twice caught teaching anatomy when he was supposed to be teaching things that were not that.
Charging documents do not say how many students were in the room during the Feb. 1 incident, or if it was during class.
On March 10, four students told the school that Dunn was acting “weird” during their digital media class, and that they saw Dunn exposing himself and masturbating at his desk while looking at female students, charging documents say.
When Dunn noticed the students looking and pointing towards him, he asked, “Are you guys all right?,” documents say.
Dunn was charged with endangering the welfare of a minor for the Feb. 1 incident, and four counts of endangering the welfare of a minor and one count of lewdness for the March 10 incident.
Good of him to ask if everyone was ok. You never lose those caring teacher instincts, I guess.
The first incident is said to have been filmed by a student, so I wish him well with that come court day. Then again the justice system is kind of weird as hell, so who knows.
Ever since I got my CPAP machine that I call Santa Claus, I’ve been having a lot more dreams. The rush of dreams is almost as pronounced as when we got our new mattress…which is nearing the end of its days, I think. At least some of these dreams are just amusing and they aren’t all as terrifying as the ones caused by the dreamons. I wanted to write a few of them down.
The one that’s the hardest to remember simply consisted of me living my life, and randomly it would be accompanied by Spike Jones music or noises. So I would kick something, and there would be this loud metal clang. Or snowflakes would fall on my head and make that whistling noise that meant something was falling. Or I would finish doing something, and that dramatic song ending music would play.
Then I had this dream that I called a meeting about going to the CSUN conference, and then missed the meeting that I called!
On another night, I had this elaborate dream where I was at a train station and ran into a bunch of old friends I hadn’t seen in a while. At one point, somebody’s guide dog came up behind me and sniffed my butt. Then we tried to make it so we were all in the same train car, and nobody could figure out how to do that, and I called somebody a genius ball, and had to explain it. Somehow, we all ended up back at our apartment building trying to catch a cab back to the train.
Tansy came into my dreams. That was a nice one. She was all fluffy and soft and full of beans. She just stayed with me for a while, rolled around on the floor shukhing and being a goof, and then had a big sloppy drink of water.
There was one I can’t remember super well, but it involved being in the mall without my cane. That would not be a good plan.
In another dream, I was in this dingy apartment full of hackers, and people from work. All I can remember about it was there was music everywhere, and whenever a certain guy would come in, he would step on my toe. There were mattresses everywhere and people would be on computers until they fell over in a dishevelled heap. There were pizza boxes and random takeout containers all over the place and I don’t know why I was there.
One of my more disturbing dreams involved me being Bobby from the “Low Men in Yellow Coats” story by Stephen King. I was reliving the last day, when he’s running away from scary guys and he sees the lost pet signs on the telephone poles. And then it cut to the scene where he calls the number on the lost pet signs. I hadn’t read that story in years, and I had to go find it again to see how well I remembered it.
Travel must be on my mind. I have had two travel dreams, neither of them very good. Last nights was just weird. I was on a plane with an older lady I know and what my dream imagined her goddaughters would look like, and some of their friends. When we got out, we grabbed our carry-on luggage and had to run out of the airport quickly. I wasn’t even sure if my stuff got grabbed. Then we went to a restaurant, and one of the friends was constantly on the phone and said we had to give some guy named Carlo and some friends a ride. But they also brought little dogs that they were trying to pretend were service dogs. Then when the meal was over, they all ran out of the restaurant and didn’t wait for me. Then some cop came in and cleared out the whole restaurant and helped me find my friends, don’t ask me how. They told me that if they didn’t get out, the waitress was going to kill us. So nice of them to leave me behind. Then since Carlo and some others were in the car, there was hardly any room for me and I was all squished into the back seat. And there was some weird conversation where the goddaughters were trying to give my friend a hard time about trusting too many people, and she was trying to explain that if you’re blind, you kind of have to trust people sometimes. Then I woke up and a weird Raffi song was in my head.
But the weirdest travel dream, and the one that made me laugh the hardest was the one about my trip to CSUN. My colleague and I were in the airport and it was almost security time. We got to the bins and I was making sure I had my bin and was starting to take my shoes off. There was a woman next to me so I was trying to make sure I had my hand on my bin. Suddenly, a great big TSA guy came running over saying “Ma’am! Ma’am! Don’t use that bin! Ma’am!” I finally asked if he was talking to me or the woman next to me, and he said “Both of you! Somebody urinated in all the bins!” We asked him what we were supposed to do and he said “We’re trying to get the guy’s insurance to pay for it.” I was about to comment that that will take a while, when I woke up.
Yup. This is what my mind is busy doing when I’m hooked up to ol’ Santa. What the heck? It doesn’t happen every night, but it happens often enough. Who knows what will come next, but one thing’s for sure. my wish is still coming true.
If you’ve got an hour or so to burn and you’re interested in technologies that didn’t end up working out, you might enjoy this deep dive into RCA’s SelectaVision, an attempt to modify a record player to make low cost home video possible.
It was a pretty neat idea that made a good bit of sense when they came up with it in the mid 1960s. Vinyl records were orders of magnitude cheaper and simpler to mass-produce than magnetic tape was, so if there was ever going to be a consumer friendly way of getting movie players into people’s homes, this was probably going to be it. And had it come out anywhere close to on schedule, it might have been.
Unfortunately, thanks to technical hurdles and a whole lot of corporate dysfunction, the Capacitance Electronic Disc and it’s accompanying player didn’t see the light of day until 1981, by which point companies had solved a lot of the troubles with tape and gone into the VCR business. One of those companies, interestingly enough, was RCA. They even marketed their VCRs under the name SelectaVision for a while thanks to some deals they made in Japan. But they released the CED anyway.
For obvious reasons they didn’t sell nearly as many players as they had hoped, but the people who did buy them made up for some of that shortfall by buying a lot of movies. All of this was too little, too late, of course. The VCR was off to the races and as much as some people liked it, there wasn’t enough of a market for clunky, damage-prone discs that tended to get stuck while you were watching them to keep the concept alive beyond 1985 or so.
It’s interesting to think about how much different the world might have been had RCA had its shit together. Had they released this in the early 70s like they were supposed to and beaten beta and VHS to the punch, would we have ever had the ability to record live TV? These SelectaVision machines were players, not recorders. Had they become the standard, chances are we would have been buying movies and TV seasons from the start. If RCA and other powerful companies were raking in money hand over fist that way, it isn’t a given that they would eventually add recording functionality. Where’s the incentive? And from there you wonder about all sorts of things. DVRs, other media formats, rentals, and on and on and on. But RCA did not have its shit together, and the failure of SelectaVision kind of ended up torpedoing the entire operation, something that would have seemed unthinkable years earlier.
For unknown reasons, the Florida Man, 64, walked “fully naked” up the driveway of his next-door neighbor and proceeded to defecate atop a glass table on the victim’s porch, according to police.
Carlyle was arrested Friday afternoon for criminal mischief and booked into the county jail on the misdemeanor charge.
Carlyle, cops say, was captured relieving himself in broad daylight “on two separate angles of the victim’s home security video footage.”
When officers arrived at the Clearwater crime scene, Carlyle was spoken to “through the door of his RV camper and he was still visibly naked and highly uncooperative.”
As noted, there is nothing offered in the way of explanation for why he might have felt the need to do this. All we have to go on (aside from the table, obviously) is that we’re dealing with a fellow who was, at the time of the dirty bombing, free on $11,500 bond after having been arrested a few months earlier for allegedly driving drunk and shooting guns into a lake near his house. We’re not sure why he did that either, come to think of it. Maybe he just really dislikes his neighbourhood.
I don’t know if that something is that this dude we live with has horrible taste in music, that the rest of the complex wants and needs to hear our argument more than whatever stupid song this is or that we’re both just curious enough right now about how it feels to stab a guy, but hey, you’ve got to start somewhere.
The 29-year-old victim told the couple – a 21-year-old man and a 20-year-old woman – to keep it down when he heard them arguing around 3 a.m. inside the apartment on Perry Avenue near East 205th Street in Norwood, police sources said.
At some point, the victim turned on some music to compete with the couple’s shouting, according to the sources.
That sent the couple into a rage – and they stabbed the victim in the neck and chest, cops and the sources said.
Responding officers found the victim unconscious and unresponsive, and he was pronounced dead on scene by EMS, police said.
This has been slowly driving me around the bend, so I had to write it down. Plus I wanted to know if other people felt the same. People have lost touch with the meaning of the phrase “breaking news.”
They use it on news that isn’t that important. Some update on the state of the economy doesn’t need the “breaking news” tag. And just because it just came out doesn’t mean it’s breaking news. It’s *news*, and that’s all.
They use it on news that isn’t even new. I especially noticed this on news stations like 570 News when COVID was new. They would play the “breaking news” music, and then read a story that they read an hour before.
And they use it in news alerts apps whose job is to send people news alerts. So, they’re not interrupting anything to bring the news. I feel like using the term “breaking news” on the internet is just dumb. As soon as it’s published, it could be breaking news because that’s how the internet works. They aren’t trying to interrupt something or have it arrive ahead of schedule.
I guess this trend has been going on for a while, but I only noticed it after 2020 was being 2020. Every time I saw the words “Breaking news”, something really bad was happening. So now, when I see “Breaking news” for something trivial, I brace myself for the worst, and then I get mad. Logically, you would think I should be relieved, but I only find myself irritated.
This Slate article does a pretty good job of tracking it to way earlier than I noticed it. At least I haven’t lost my mind about what “breaking news” meant.
It sucks that there doesn’t seem to be much hope of the phrase regaining its meaning. Hopefully it doesn’t get to the point where it’s absolutely meaningless to people. At least now, I still half pay attention in case it is something important. What if we reach the point where no one even bats an eye?
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