Sing Sing Singing A Different Tune

Now there’s a sucky day. A guy broke into a minimart, but was scared off by police. He ran and ran and ran…and ran onto the grounds of Sing Sing State Prison! Woops! Needless to say, he’s not running anymore. A guard got him, and off he went to jail. But you know what his name was? Blake Leak. Yeah, I think I’d be taking a leak too if I realized I just ran into one of the toughest prisons around. But this puzzles me. How does one just run onto prison grounds? I didn’t think it would be that easy to sort of stumble into SingSing. I would have thought there were more security measures. I mean, if you can just run in, wouldn’t it be easy for friends of inmates to smuggle things in? It doesn’t make sense.

The Arrogant Worms Came To Guelph Again!

On Friday, we went to see The Arrogant Worms. I don’t know why it’s taken me this long to write about it, but oh well. We had seen them years before, and we thought it would be cool to see them again. We weren’t disappointed.

Last time, their show was held in the lobby/bar of the River Run Centre, and this time, it was in the same building, but on the main stage, and what a different atmosphere! I think the time it was in the lobby area, it was more animated because when they wanted people to do actions, there was room for them to stand up and do them. Plus, I think more of the people going were pretty big fans of the Worms.

This time, the hall was almost full, but I think a lot of people were just trying them on for size, so didn’t know what to make of them. I was surprised at how many older people were there. I never thought they would be Worms fans. If they weren’t before, something tells me they are now. Another thing that made the atmosphere different was there was no room to stand up and do the “rocks and trees” actions. But it was still fun. I mean, how many comedy groups have random synthesized fog?

I think half the fun was trying to get the crowd to start participating more. I’m proud to say Steve and I were among the few who went “roar!” in Jesus’s Brother Bob. For a second, I thought we were the only ones who did. We certainly were the only ones in our immediate area. but after that, more people seemed to get into the fun.

I think it’s pretty cool that they can take old songs and add new lines to them. Two of the songs that got the most surgery were the Mounted Animal Nature Trail song and the Wolfe Island Ferry song. God damn that was funny. I’ll never say “Sit! Stay!” without thinking of the worms. Uh-oh. That means every morning they’re going to come to mind.

We even got to hear some new songs that haven’t been released yet. How absolutely awesome is that? One of them is stuck in my head. Damn it! I can’t even listen to it to get it out! Damn you, worms. They say they’re putting out an album in a few months, so believe me, I’ll be getting it.

People must have fallen in love with them by the end, because they came out for two encores. Two! I think the Worms have lots of new fans. So, if they come to your town, go see them! They’re hillarious.

Craig’s Hit List

Here’s another one for the You’re stupid files. Ann Marie Linscott decided that the wife of a man with whom she had an affair must die. But who was going to do it? She decided to find the hitman by posting an ad on Craigslist, the popular buy and sell site. She didn’t exactly say she wanted a hitman right up on the site, she just said it was a freelance job. But people who responded were told she was looking to eradicate a female, and given a bunch of details on how to find her, and an offer of $5000.

That has got to be the dumbest way to hire a hitman. First, uh, doesn’t everybody know you are kind of low-key about looking for one? Throwing an ad up on an internet site doesn’t seem very private. You don’t know who is going to see it, and who is going to decide to let the police know.

And, if someone agrees to do it, how are they going to prove they got her? Couldn’t they just trick her into believing the person was dead so they could arrange to collect the money and then get her arrested?

Man, some people are stupid. Oh well, at least the people she was targeting were warned, and she’s too busy getting ready for court to worry about arranging a death.

One Can’t Live On Power Of Prayer alone

Arg. I must channel the anger I’m feeling before I say something I regret.

You know the whole thing I posted about Holly? Well, she and I are on a mailing list together. This mailing list always acts like they’re one big family. Well, when she posted her news, blog, and request for help, all people said they would send were prayers.

Prayers? I think they can do more than send prayers. How about donating a little cash? How about networking with friends or others at the churches they attend to see if someone knows someone who might know something useful to her? Prayers are not going to make $60000 appear. Action, on the other hand, is.

It just burns my butt. We’re a big group of people. If we all gave just a few bucks, it would be a hel of a lot more helpful than prayers. It just goes to show that a lot of people are all talk. They say they’ll be there for their friends, but when someone needs something, they sit back and fold their hands in prayer. When I was a baby struggling for life, I think my mom got a lot of prayer and no actual help. She had two other kids to worry about while she visited me in the hospital. Did anyone in the neighbourhood offer to babysit? Nope. They prayed. Did anyone drive her to those appointments? One really good neighbour did, but none of the church-goers pitched in. You know where that got her? She felt alienated from the church and never went back.

This isn’t to say I don’t think prayer is a good thing. I personally don’t pray, but if that’s what helps someone through, go ahead. Just do some constructive action along with your praying. Did all these people who pray ever stop to think that the reason prayer might work is someone actually does what you’re praying for? How about you be that someone?

And before someone tells me to shut up until I’ve done something, I have. It’s small, but it’s something. I gave her a few bucks. I put up a blog post. I told some other people who might know some other people who might be able to help. I’m not saying I’m a hero or anything, I’m just saying that it’s not that hard to do more than pray. If all these people care about this situation as much as they appear, they should show it! Now is the time to band together and do something!

Ok, I think I’m less angry. But if one more person says they’re going to offer only their prayers…

Welcome to the USA

If you come to New York for a vacation and bring your kids, for god’s sake, don’t need medical attention. If you do, like Yvonne Bray from Britain did, they’ll take your kids into an orphanage, treat them like juvenile delinquents, strip-search them and ask them questions like “Have you been raped?” or “Are you in a street gang?” And then they’ll send you a letter telling you that you’re under investigation for parental neglect because the kids spent the 30 hours in the orphanage that you spent in the hospital. Thankfully, that has been cleared up, but still! What a sign that the system really works.

Wrong Number In A Big Way

Man, we’re just full of stories about stupid people today. Our latest moron text messaged someone about buying some pills, but got the wrong number, and ended up texting a police detective. So, you can guess they lined themselves up for an arrest. Easy there, fast-fingers. You’d think you’d check the number before making an illegal drug deal. Hell, you wouldn’t think you’d even deal at all when you have a 2-year-old. But I guess that’s another sign this person is dumb.