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In one of Wambaugh's books - I don't remember which one, it's been a while - it's roll call, and the sergeant said he had a message from this little old lady, for "the good looking black officer that patrolled the 800 block of 42nd Street". She said that if he did not see her the entire of one day, to break down her door the next day and make sure she was all right. She was old, and might die, and she was worried about her dog. And one of the other cops said, "Worried that he would starve, or that he wouldn't?"

Absolutely. First, I am an extra. That means I'm only in this episode anyway. So if I get killed on the planet surface, what does it matter. And, and this is much more important, if I refuse to put on the uniform and beam down to the planet, I don't get paid.

Just as I was about to hit the space bar (to continue with what I was saying), the keyboard disappeared and I hit the submit bar.

If an Olympic pool holds 2.5 million liters, and there are 20,000 drops in a liter, then an Olympic pool holds 50 billion drops. A recommended pool depth is 10 feet. So if we go to 20 ft that's 100 billion. Go to 200 ft that's 1 trillion. 200 ft x 34 is 6800 ft. Looks like their math is off. 4,000 ft would only be 20 trillion dollars.

I wonder if they still use GOMER? Get Outta My Emergency Room!

There was a Sylvester Stallone cop movie. Comedy. Stop or my mom will shoot. Sylvia, from Golden Girls, was his mother and she come to pay him a visit. And she cleaned his gun. In the sink full of hot soapy water.

As I mentioned in another thread, we had a bit of a storm the other day. Lost the top out of one of my oak trees. So as I'm dragging it out to the street I managed to scratch my leg (it was in the seventies and I was wearing shorts), and somehow I was coated with blood from my knee to my ankle. I wasn't worried about it. Minor cut. But I just let idiot child back in from outside, and she walked over and started licking my leg. I thought it was affectionateAFFECTION AT first. But I'm not sure whether she was washing the blood off, or checking the flavor.

I read, somewhere, that in one of the northeastern Indian languages - Iroquois, Algonquin, I don't know which - the word yes was "okeeh". The woods runners picked it up and brought it back to town, where the townies started using it also.

We had a small storm here the other day. Since it did not start in the Gulf or the Atlantic it didn't qualify as a hurricane. It was a thunderstorm. With 120 mph gusts. We had a hurricane 6 years ago, and one of the results was just about everybody got a new roof. Including me. I wanted a tin roof. But they didn't seem to be anybody doing tin roofs. Just shingles. So my choice was not between tin and shingles, but was instead between shingles and blue tarp. So I got shingles. While walking the dog yesterday I saw six tarped roofs. And every one of them was tin. As one guy explained it to me, the wind got under the edge and just rolled it back. I guess it's a good thing I got shingles. I'm sure everybody has heard about storms being so fierce that it would stick a piece of pine straw in a tree trunk. How about it would stick a piece of plywood in a tree?

Funny. She doesn't really look like a Fred to me. Get out the super sauce and call for Super Chicken.

I just wonder if people speak them? Teenage girls, I believe, started this. They would text or they would email OMG. If something shocks them would they actually say OMG, or would they say oh my God? I see people write these abbreviations in Internet posts all the time, and I just wonder if they actually say them. This morning on another board I saw a post where this guy had found a used Colt GCNM 1911, and he was stunned at how much money they wanted for it. He said that he had a GCNM, and that he really enjoyed shooting his GCNM, but the fact that they wanted $2500 for a used GCNM when you can buy a new GCNM for 1300 was just amazing. It took me two or three times reading that paragraph until I realized he was talking about a Gold Cup National Match. And I have never even heard anyone refer to their gun as a Gold Cup National Match, let alone as a GCNM. I have one. It's a Gold Cup. Now there are some things that I do use initials. I don't talk about the Federal bureau of investigation. I say FBI. I don't talk about the Central intelligence agency. I say CIA. But I have never said my gun had a FTF. I would say failure to fire. Well, actually I would be more inclined to say that sumbich didn't go bang.