SALISBURY, Maryland (AP) — A woman who stole $4.52 worth of fuel was ordered to stand outside the gas station Friday wearing a sandwich board sign that declared: “I was caught stealing gas.”
Isn’t this preferable to prison? Cheaper? More effective? Effective as a deterrent through the community?
I love it.
So, the UK government registered http://www.preparingforemergencies.gov.uk/, but they neglected to get http://www.preparingforemergencies.co.uk/. The lovely little parody at the second site sprung up. As the perpetrator says:
It would only have been mildly funny, had some
bod at the Cabinet Office not objected, sent me
a firm email, and turned the whole thing into a
news story
“This has gone beyond Tonbridge Monkey Man
proportions – I’ve had about two pages
in the Guardian supplement today, as well as
being on three local TV news shows last night.”
Thank God he’s not in the US. He’d have been detained in the butt by now.
I forgot one of the first rules of adult male life today: Do not get a haircut at the mall.
I am now wearing the happy meal of haircuts. The Old Navy, $7 pair of jeans coiffure. Disappointing.
Here’s a hypothetical:
Cheney decides, rightly, that Edwards is not worthy of his full contempt and scorn. He looks elsewhere for a worthy opponent and lights upon Teresa Kerry, John’s wife. Anticipating a chance to drop both the F-bomb and the B-slap in the same argument, he tosses a gauntlet in some conservative rag.
Teresa reveals that she has quietly been buying up Haliburten stock, and now owns a controlling interest. She demands that Cheney grovel and cook her breakfast in order to retain his role in the company.
He does.
It’s not so much that it’s going to happen, as that it *could* happen that makes me giddy with the thought.
Went to a very nice gathering last night at the house of the big-cheese in Jen’s new program. This guy is both her grandboss and the great-grandboss, and he’s hosting a series of dinners to help the new fellows, residents, and staff to get to know each other. What an amazing concept: team building, not through bullshit ropes courses and external consultants, but by bringing people over to your house and being available to talk to them. It’s almost as if this guy thought “I want these people to be independent, useful human beings. What if I treat them that way from the beginning and hope for the best?”
In other news, DSL is not my friend. Turns out that there is one (1) phone jack in my house which provides consistent, high quality signal. The others don’t have the dignity to simply *never* connect, it’s just that they drop carrier when the refrigerator goes on (or similar crap like picking up the phone starting laundry, feeding the cats, etc). I hit it by a lucky guess that the jack physically closest to the primary drop to the house might have the shortest / least mangled connection to whatever magic DSL plant is out there in the big world.
Is there a good reference out there on how this technology works? I’m curious to know how it can be so flakey in such unexpected ways.
Mowed the lawn. Buggers at Home Depot sold me a “refurbished” mower for cheap, but they forgot to put one of the parts on it. The part in question is the cutoff switch connector, the little hand grip thing that, when you let it go, stops the whirling blades of death. There’s the bicycle-brake style cable down to the kill switch on the motor, but it just terminates (looking sort of sad) up towards the top of the handle.
Home Depot’s perfectly reasonable attitude was “the sign said ‘as is’, SUCKER. Pay full price if you want all the parts!” They don’t carry parts. The web carries parts, and I’ll order from there. For today though, I clamped the cable end in the vice grips, yanked on it and wrapped it around the handlebar, and happily mowed my lawn. Stupid kill switch…who needs it, anyway?
They fixed my commute. Just by coming to town. Just by holding a little party where they wave flags and wear funny hats, they fixed my commute.
I got a seat all to myself on the commuter rail, both ways! The T was uncrowded and prompted. At no point did I run. The trains even *smell* clean (if vaguely of bomb sniffing dog).
All this for a ceremonial selection of the candidate that didn’t screw up. Imagine what these people could do if they were in charge. I’m voting democrat for everything. Dog catcher up to President. My vote for the convention in four years goes to Iraq. Make it a state, give it to the democrats. They’ll fix it, just like they did with Boston.
Thank you, Democrats, for fixing the light rail system in Boston. Thank you. God Bless you.
Heavens and Saints preserve me, I’m going into Boston on the mass transit system, during the Democratic National Convention. They’ve closed the entire North half of the “T,” and the highways are closed between 4pm and 2am.
I have a garden again.
