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Sunday, August 31, 2014

Orange Is The New Blue

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Paperback:
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Turn On The Coffeypot!

I want to introduce you to one of the first bloggers who followed me and I followed him. It was like a dog chasing its tail. Along with The Queen, Coffeypot has been around Blogland for quite some time. Early on, I realized he was a bang-a crack up! Give a round of applause, not the clap, for Coffeypot, a royal hoot!
 
Thank you, Momma Fargo (MF for sort).  I am in shock and amazed that you offered me this opportunity to really show my ignorance.  After all, guest posts are usually done by people with hundreds of followers and who post interesting stories, photos and other shit.  I used to do that, but now I post something once or twice a month. 
 
Anyways, thank you and I hope you don’t regret it.
 
I am called Coffeypot on the blog, but my name is John Coffey (not the Green Mile J.C. either).  I have a blog called Coffeypot at http://johnjudyc.blogspot.com/
 
I used to blog a lot, but not so much anymore.  
 
I spend more time on Facebook now days. 
 
But stop by and see if I have posted something.  Or not!  It’s up to you.
 
Life after 40!!??!! 
 
Umm! For me it was great. 
 
I was between my starter wife and my forever wife and enjoyed 13 years of being single.  Dated a lot, traveled a lot, went on vacations by myself so I could meet new and interesting ladies, watched whatever television program I wanted to without a hassle, and basically enjoyed being single. 
 
I went into the service at 17, right out of high school; married my starter wife when I got out of the service; and actually never had any alone time until my divorce. 
 
So I made up for lost time. 
 
During that time I went back to college, got my degree and then an MBA.  I became officially smart.  It says so on paper. 
 
I went from a Georgia Hillbilly to a Georgia Hillwilliam. 
 
Smart, I tell ya.
 
So, for me, life after 40 was pretty good.  That was two plus decades ago.  I am now pushing 70 years old and am not quite the same man.  I am now known as a dirty old man. 
 
And after years of having to ‘do and say the right thing’ as a manager, boss, office meanie, I can now say whatever the fuck I want to and all this PC shit can kiss my ass. 
 
I am forgiven for most of it because I am old and senile and most think I suffer from TurretsFUCK.
 
Anyways, it was the mid-fifties that things started to go wrong… glasses, having to listen to the TV with the volume up a little more than before. 
 
Then in the 60’s, heart attack, diabetes (Type 2), high blood pressure and the lower back going away.  But I can’t really complain. Compared to some of my high school friends, I am still alive.  I can still walk upright and with some speed.  I feel good most of the time.  And I am not suffering from most of the ailments men my age suffer from. 
 
Why, I still have sex three or four times a week. 
 
And about once a month or so, Judy even joins in.
 
So, for all you people turning 40, I’ll trade places with you.
 
That’s about it for now.  Y’all take care now, ya hear.
 
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Thanks, Coffey! You are awesome! Go join him on his blog for some sarcastic humor and interesting posts. He likes to laugh and he is very into current events. Ride along if you dare! On a side note, he has a heart of gold and has been very good to me as a sounding board! I hardly believe he is almost 70 because he has truly clung to love of life! LYLT, John!

Behind The Shield

Happy September 1st- in 24 hours!

Don't forget to wear your blue shirt September 1st to honor all police officers!
 
I was proud to serve in the uniform for many years! 

Speaking of police, the long awaited third Boogie Man is out on paperback, Kindle soon to follow. Check it out on Amazon. It's a long one...perhaps could have been split into two books. I apologize about the book price, but I am not making but cents on it. Apparently when you are fat, you cost more to publish.



Enjoy! It was meant to be funny drama with some lessons inside! I can't make this shit up...believe me, if I did, I would be a genius!

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Child Life Lessons With A Mom Over 40

I'm sure it's tough for Bug to have a 46 year old mother. She is more worldly at 14 than I was at that age as far as knowing things about life. Her moral compass is solid as a rock and she is steadfast on her beliefs. I love that about her.

I did have my first kiss at 14 and she has not. She is innocent and I know it is a matter of time before she lingers into the "real" boy crazy stage and not just the "crush" stage. I'm scared already and it's not even Halloween.

We have along the way had some interesting life lessons and sometimes my sarcasm is misunderstood.

BUG: Since you are changing the locks again, do you think you could not give any more crazy men a key?

ME: [snorted water up my nose] Uh...already thought of that. Way ahead of you.

BUG: Maybe you should change your name to Gladys Nightstone or Gertrude Applebottom and no one would want you.

ME: *blink*blink*

BUG: Well. Less trouble.

ME: *blink*blink*

BUG: Mom, why do people fart?

ME: Why the random questions?

BUG: It's just a question. Answer please.

ME: Because there is gas stuck in the poop chute and it has to come out the pooper hole.

BUG: *blink*blink*

I continue to drive.

BUG: Why don't you call it the anus?

ME: Because I don't like the word "anus". It just sounds disgusting.

BUG: Well, poop is disgusting. And why do farts smell so bad?

ME: Because it is the smell of you inside there in the pooper. The gas smells like your poop. It has to get out of there. It has to escape.

BUG: Oh, that is just nasty. Why do you use funny words, Mom?[giggle]

ME: I don't know. 

BUG: Yeah. Why does the fart have to escape?

ME: Why do you ask such funny questions?

BUG: I'm just curious.

ME: But who thinks about farts and their smell and where they come from?

BUG: Me. Answer please.

ME: Because if the fart doesn't escape, a person might explode. Could you imagine the mess?

BUG: Mom, pull over quick.

ME: Why?

BUG: Because I have to fart and if it misfires or doesn't come out, I don't want you to die.

ME: *blink*blink*


Calling Out All Chickens Over 40

You can't hold onto your youth, although don't we all wish they sold it in a bottle? However, you can be beautiful at every stage of life, at every age...inside and out.

Officer Down Memorial Page Ice bucket challenge 2014

Something I have never feared...taking a chance. Even if we know the consequences may be rough or the results not up to our expectations-take it. Why not? I don't fear failure. Maybe it's because I have had many failures before I have a great success.

What are you afraid of? Losing? So what? Falling down? Get back up.

Never stop being courageous. I don't want to be stagnant. To me, that is a dirty word. Stagnant water is dirty and gross, so why wouldn't we be dirty and gross if we become stagnant?

What is life if we just settle? Why can't you get out of your comfort zone? You are chicken. Don't be a Sissy La La. You have limitations? Who says?



What makes you put on the brakes?

Friday, August 29, 2014

Life After 40

Life after 40. I used to think life after 30 was ancient times. I found I grew up more between 25 and 30 than I did between 30 and 40. However, what I gained in that latter decade was clarity. Nothing really changed about the person I have become along the way as far as character. I was and always will be this way-great traits and the not so. The first 40 years of childhood are always the hardest!

Now what?

What is in store for me after 40? I am almost 50. What then?

I don't know.

They say life really begins at 40 and the rest before that is just research. Part of that was true. Now that the research is finished, I am surely not done. If life truly started at 40, it sure has taken a long road to Crazytown for me. I think of myself, still, as a student. I am learning along the way each day. I have many goals, many which are not met. The only thing that bothers me is that I may not get to meet my near and dear goals due to finances-like go overseas or take Bug on some great road trips. I love discovery. It's just money. Really the only thing that stops anyone is themselves.

Now for the real truth.

What happens at life after 40?

1) Your boobs fall down. Literally. Into your waste band. Unless you invest in some duct tape or a good plastic surgeon. But let me tell you, I've seen fake boobs on a 70 year old and it scared me to death. While the rest of her was falling down to the floor, her boobs kept staring at me. They were creepy.

2) Your skin loses elasticity and gains life lines. That is, unless you choose to go plastic.

3) To be and stay fit takes much more work. In fact, it is a daunting task. I struggle with it, but I am so happy to work toward completing a marathon some day. I just got first in my age group at a race recently. Funny, I didn't even stay for the awards, because I thought "what the heck-I'm done! Completed! Yay!"

(Walks off stage denying self shining milestone moment)

4) Your brain has more focus and sometimes a sense of urgency because-why wait? Life is too short.

5) It becomes very important that you poop. On. A. Daily. Basis. And the good poop kind.

6) Time goes by very fast. Even on the pooper. You could get stuck there for days and not even know it.

7) You delete "friends" and narrow down your closest people to your heart and cherish them.

8) Sex goes into overdrive for women. I mean we can't get enough. So we have to do it ourselves. Men-not so much. Mr. Wanky kind of peters out, so to speak, and you go into an identity crisis. Why? Because you have just lost part of your brain and your most cherished piece of your navigation system. What do you do when you can't dive in penis first? I don't know. Yikes!

9) Women start to blossom. Men get fat, bald, and slouchy.

10) You want a cool car again. No more vans and mini-wagons unless you are a serial killer or child molester.

11) Soccer moms become cougars-they are very aggressive women- and not only that-but frothed upon by soccer dads and soccer players. Dad and son. Creepy! ( I think I puked a little) I am not a fan of soccer moms.

12) Some take up adventure, some take up the couch.

13) You like less and less drama, you love to laugh and you seek out laughter.

14) You do not play games with people-you are straight up. About everything. Grow some nuts if you don't like us.

15) We can dish it out and we can take it.

16) We stop to smell the roses. We also might pick some, send some to a friend, or just buy some for ourselves.

17) You repurpose yourself.

18) You look forward to carrying an AARP card only for the discounts and by golly, you are going to hide that mo-fo in the back of your wallet. Discrete is in.

19) Men pick their noses in front of everyone and fart loudly in public, then proclaim their proud moment. Women still do not fart.

20) You used to want to hurry up, now all you say is...wait.

What have you discovered over 40? What do you look forward to or dread if you are under 40?








Thursday, August 28, 2014

Life Lessons #89024

I think these two quotes sum up some of the most wise thoughts anyone could have on a grander scale of how we live life. Food for thought. Of course, my Fargo logic is always added in for extra flavor.

Buddha truly has it right here. Sometimes, I don't let go of things very gracefully. I might resemble Madea or Maxine, kicking and screaming all the way or perhaps dragging my Glock. One thing is for sure...even though I may have been sarcastic or harsh as a cop, when it comes to family, my friends, or significant others- I am straight up. If you are wonderful, I tell you so. If you hurt my feelings, I tell you so. If you aren't right for me, I tell you so. I don't play games and I don't toy with people. It's the Golden Rule. My Grandma Yost drilled in my head and if you don't believe that statement, I have holes to prove it.

Maya Angelou opened my eyes a few months ago with this one running around Facebook. I had to rethink some things in my relationships involving friends and significant others. After the last marriage with the serial killer, I may delve into dating, but I am only going to forgive and allow someone to run over me a limited time before I cut the rope. And then I am going to make a basket out of the pieces and float your ass down the river. Kind people try to make priorities out of those that choose to be cruel because they have big hearts, forgive, and then try to fix things, thinking it will all be okie dokie.

I used to think, "won't he see how wonderful and fun I am?" I reminded myself of that cute puppy in the window jumping up and down begging someone to take him home. Then I had a reality check. You can't make someone be true. You can't make someone love you. And why would anyone want that in the first place. I know I can't change or fix anything anymore except myself.

What is the most sorrowful concept in relationships of people is the fact that some human beings can't love. They just aren't capable. And believe me, there are many sickos out there in the disguise of ordinary people.

It makes you wonder how they were built that way, what happened to them, and what the fuck is wrong with them? It's a question I can't answer. Why? Because I choose to love always. I can't comprehend not having it somewhere in my life always...perhaps a pet, a mother's love, a wife's love, love for a friend, etc. Love is a gift, whether it comes in the form of an act of kindness, a gesture, a child, or something bigger than all these combined. Remember that.

Some fun posts are coming...hold onto your shorts!

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Some Kind of Wonderful

I've been holding on to this post for quite some time, not wanting to really publish it because then it makes it even more real. No take backs. I don't know if I have really had time to grieve, or if the tug at your heart ever goes away, but I do know this man deserves a shout out. You might have been privy to me walking around the house with him, calling him, "Old Man." That was my nickname for him. I still to this day, catch myself coming down the stairs looking for him as he always waited for me at the bottom, sleeping on the first landing. Strolling around the house at times I would slip and say, "Come on, Old Man." It was habit to look behind me but not to see an empty space.



My longtime companion, Otis, passed away on August 10, 2014. His passing was a tragic ER scene with me holding him and Bug watching as the veterinarian and myself tried to save him from a distorted stomach, but it was too late. Moose has been just as sad as the rest of us, but I am trying to make his life more spoiled than ever. 
 
Otis was the one standing by my side during trials and triumphs, never wavering in his unconditional love for me.  I truly loved him unconditionally as well. His dedication to me was God’s gift. He was such a hard working tracker used in search and rescue and a family dog like no other. Rest in peace, Otis, my friend, you are missed.
 
 
 

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Dem Bones

I have been reading a lot which is out of the ordinary for this time of year, but I have welcomed the change. Accompanied by a hot cup of coffee, reading on the porch has become a nice pastime in the mornings and again with tea in the evenings. I think the mild weather called me to my comfy abode. Between all the tree frogs, squirrels, and birds along with the sound of the town, I have been able to sink into some stories.

One such book is The Skeleton Crew: How Amateur Sleuths Are Solving America's Cold Cases by Deborah Halber.
The book caught my interest right away. I found Halber viewed things and perhaps became acquainted with people much like a cop would classify them. Her writing brings very interesting topics to the table that I am sure some law enforcement brush off or won't admit might assist them. She writes about what is going on out there with the interest and surge of fascination people have with cold cases, missing persons, or unsolved mysteries. I found those parts fun and the book moved along and kept my attention. Actually, the book was addictive during some chapters which made it a pretty fast read for me.

What did distract me in the book was the jumping around from case to case or suspects, victims, etc. She strung them along throughout the entire book and maybe that was just a style difference I didn't care fore. I had wished she had tackled one and then the other, but it didn't make the book bad, just frazzled me at times.

Halber brought home what really is needed for these families: closure. They also don't want their loved ones to go unforgotten and put away in a box. I found her drive and compassion for closure, forging ahead to solve the unidentified persons, and strive to look outside the box to be very honorable and forward thinking.

I learned about some of the websites these "armchair sleuths" use which I am not at all sure about yet. It caused me to go snooping. I have read some of the blogs and chat lines. Very passionate people. I found a lot of them jumping to conclusions and yet some of them that had good old fashioned brainstorming ideas. There was really a mixture of chatter that overwhelmed me at times, but perhaps there is some good information in there to wade through. I am still partial to SlamDunk and his reviews because he is wise and objective. He also has no personal stake in any of the cases, but open minded viewpoints.

Overall, I think you will find this a page turner with some great stuff in there. The method to solving cases is really a wide open frontier anymore and sometimes the one to break it open is not the police. I enjoyed reading it and it was a refreshing change from some of the other book topics on my shelf. Check it out! You won't be disappointed!


Sunday, August 10, 2014

PRIVATE eyes

What are some things behind the scenes you want to know about cold cases? Why would a police department invite a college class of Criminal Justice majors to look into a case they have which is several years old and unsolved? Why would a police department or family member seek assistance from a civilian with expertise or experience in law enforcement to look into an old case?

Fresh eyes. 




Really it is only those police investigators who are not too arrogant or have not adopted the old philosophy of "secret squirrel"  or "protect my territory" who would have enough kahunas to be open-minded. Often those requests come out of pleas from family members who either hire private investigators or attorneys and not law enforcement. Do you know any law enforcement officer who has reached out to a private individual or group before being approached? I have seen this happen in many university settings with very old cold cases. What are the results? I have not been privy to that information largely due to the case material and facts still being confidential. Now, should an arrest occur, I am sure the public would be informed of the students' findings if they contributed to the outcome.

How can an outsider help? 

The answers are many, but to name a few...

1)They have no stake in the case.
2)They have no inside knowledge, no bias.
3) No mind thinks alike, so the more unique or "fresh" input the merrier.

Sometimes more minds are better, sometimes they are not.

Let's call the civilian, outsider, private investigator, or retired police officer a "consultant." Essentially that is what they are doing and if they are looking at the case by request, obviously I would hope the police or family chose a professional, expert, or someone with valuable service.

The police still only have the power to arrest. The consultant cannot.

The consultant may still come up with the same conclusions and answers or lack there of as the police detectives. But what if they provide new information, new ideas? It doesn't matter. Both outcomes are positive results.

They must be a trusted individual or group with a confidentiality agreement or good ol' fashioned honesty and integrity-minimum requirement. You don't need Mark Fuhrman, Henry Lee, or MacGruber. I would say it might be best to get someone who has no controversy in the headlines or dents in their credibility.

Here are some (not all) basic tips: (in no particular order of importance and not chronological)

1) You have to look at what is there and what is not there.
     This is especially true in all realms, but extremely important in evidence, photographs, and timelines.
2) Re-interview persons with knowledge and find those that were left out.
    Open ended questioning first, then direct questions as follow up.
3) Visit the crime scene if it is possible even if it has changed or been cleaned up.
4) Recreate the timeline, starting from scratch.
5) Document everything.
6) Are new forensic tests available?

What if you have a missing person case?

Can you prove they are likely alive or more than likely not. How do you do that?
     This is a very long and tedious process. You have to contact every Secretary of State, Interpol, FBI, and your local state NCIC director or agent in charge to run national law enforcement searches, CODIS, DMV records, voting records, arrest records, employment history, financial records, credit history, property records, IRS records, etc.

    Think needle in a haystack.

    An interesting occurrence led me to California on a bodiless homicide case I investigated beginning in 2004 which was a 1990 cold case. A woman with the exact same name and date of birth as the victim existed in the California DMV records. Luckily her address on her license was still valid so my efforts to speak to her were not difficult. It happened to be a completely different individual who was alive and well, but still...the cops must include or exclude information.

     Another interesting search along the way during this cold case investigation was problematic from the original detectives as well as myself. Financial history had been occurring after the victim was reported missing. It was determined the husband and his girlfriend had been racking up credit card transactions under his direction because he was in financial trouble. He later tried to use that as a basis his wife was alive or someone else used her card, claiming she had been kidnapped. His attempts to throw the cops off the trail were futile. Exclusions are certainly as much work if not more work than information or items that are evidentuary. A police investigator MUST follow all those leads.

     But was the financial trail in my case a bad thing? No. It was more circumstantial evidence against him many years later at trial.

Do you have a judge declare them deceased?
    Yes, if you want to proceed with a bodiless homicide case.


If it is a case where you cannot prove the person is likely deceased, leave it as a missing person's case. However, you have some civil issues at hand with the family members. A family may also need to have this process completed to move on and close out life insurance or assets being passed on to execute a will. Or, they may have to engage in a lengthy civil law battle. Again, this is important. Who are the beneficiaries? Are they suspects?

Lots of questions and not a task for those who are close minded or jump to conclusions.

What about the use of psychics?

I never solicited them in a case. I am not sure if other detectives did, have, or just listened as I did. Psychics often contacted me privately or the family members hired them (paid thousands of dollars for their service) and brought the information forward. I followed the information as far as it took me, but nothing every panned out. Yes, I have seen the psychic shows on television and nothing like that ever happened in our cases. Yes, for future reference I would still listen to any information they gave the police. Like I said, you have to be open minded.

What other things do you think might be important in a cold case investigation? What inquiries would you make if it was your family member?


Friday, August 8, 2014

DUNKIN' Donuts

I am very honored to welcome a most exceptionally brilliant guest who goes by the moniker,  "Slam" from Slam Dunks. I have been a fan for many years and follow his blog. He doesn't need much introduction as some of you may know how fascinating his missing person posts and cold case reviews capture your attention. However, I don't know if you may know how much time and research he puts into these cases. Missing persons and cold cases are unsolved mysteries that often leave many unanswered questions for us in the background, but most importantly for those loved ones left behind. Please join The Boogie Man Is My Friend in welcoming my prestigious guest, Slam! And stay tuned in for a short series of posts to come on cold cases, missing persons, and lost investigations, and a book review on The Skeleton Crew.

I know you will find Slam as engaging in the world of "armchair" investigating as I do. He also likes to help people and does a great job in keeping an open mind and looking at all the possibilities.

Without further ado, please welcome Slam! Enjoy the ride...

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Howdy.

I have a confession to make.

I have always had lots to say, but as an introvert, remained quiet for the most part.

That is until I started blogging.

It is a great fit for me.

Actually, I started blogging five years ago to focus on three missing persons cases.

Two of those remain unsolved (Ray Gricar and Brianna Maitland), and sadly the third is now a cold case homicide after the missing man (Beau Ramsey) was found deceased.

I quickly learned that I could not maintain a blog solely on missing persons--the posts are time consuming in terms of research and the majority of my audience loses interest unless I offer a diversity of topics.

As such, I usually highlight one missing person case per week, and have two other offerings--which is ok, as it gives me a chance to write on a variety of topics including crime, policing, family, etc., or just make fun of myself (which I generate lots of material for).

So for today, Momma Fargo asked me: What attracts you to a missing person case?

Good question.

She specializes in those.

Rather than say a variety of characteristics, let me pick one.

A primary attractor?

When the person who has disappeared leaves behind an electronic footprint.

Social media sites, discussion boards, and websites can contain a wealth of information about the individual--and reading about them allows me to better understand the person as opposed to the filtered and/or opinionated pieces that are frequently included in the Internet news reports.

For instance, Kathleen "Beanie" McBroom disappeared in Alaska in 2008. There were a handful of local news reports on her case, but all pretty vanilla. Readers were left with only a limited understanding of Ms. McBroom's life.

But one resource was available that detailed quite a bit on her life: the missing woman was an avid blogger.

And, one of her most active writing months was just prior to vanishing. In total, she wrote over 300 posts about herself, her friends, family, job, stress, faith, etc. Her online presence contains a wealth of information--making it much easier for me to develop a series on her disappearance.

In contrast, sometimes the electronic footprint is disturbing. Lucas Prassas is a missing young man from Arkansas. Prior to disappearing, he had been in the hospital; getting help for mental health issues.

Searching online for information about Mr. Prassas, I saw indications of a depressed individual. A guy who at times seemed very angry. One who described himself as a "griefer"--or a person online who enjoys harassing others.

In at least one exchange, Mr. Prassas posted his home address online and challenged anyone with a problem to drop by and he would deal with them personally.

Now, a member of Mr. Prassas family has visited multiple places on the Web and described Lucas as a good person who was just going through a difficult time; and that certainly could be the case.

In any event, when someone like him goes missing, investigators have a variety of directions to turn for possible answers.

Voluntary disappearance?

Crime victim?

Who knows, but an open challenge with a listed home address posted by someone who vanished is something that would catch an investigator's attention.

Another example of Internet presence being useful in a missing persons case is that of Makayla Hallman of Springdale, Arkansas.

Reportedly, the 17-year old was last seen on July 1, 2014.  On her Facebook page for July 1 (her last entry), she posted an image of the envelope of a letter. It shows her home address and the current residence of her adult boyfriend--who is an inmate at the Washington County (AR) Detention Center.*

She had posted the same image a few weeks prior--again with her home address clearly visible.

The logical assumption is that she left voluntarily to be closer to her boyfriend, and the letter is meant to show her intentions.

But, that should not be the only theory that investigators explore. Looking closely at comments left on previous posts, it seemed like she had some unusual followers.

When she posted the envelope from her boyfriend, was it a proclamation of love?

Or, did Makayla Hoffman unwittingly announce where others could specifically find her?

I think this exemplifies what makes missing person commentary so useful. Not that myself or anyone else is expecting to "solve the case" by looking at social media, but it can mean contributing something useful to an investigation.

In sum, a missing person's electronic footprint often provides a wealth of information about the individual, and sometimes contains nuggets waiting for the diligent researcher to mine.

A big thanks to Momma Fargo for allowing me to guest post today.

And, have you read her books yet?

I have--they are worth your time!

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*Post Note: After writing this, I see that Makayla Hallman began posting to her FB account again (as of 8/6), but she is still listed by authorities as missing. Glad she appears to have reappeared and is safe. I will be notifying the investigating agency to see if they will be updating her status. 


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Thanks so much for being my guest, Slam, and for the book plug.   ;)    Please check out more missing person posts, cold cases, investigations of the strange and unusual kind, mysteries,  humor, and most importantly his brilliant and insightful investigative thoughts...along with daily happenings on his blog! 

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Hall Pass to CrazyTown

Maybe it is no secret that I enjoy old homes and I lived in one in Wyoming when I was a kid. Although as an adult, I lived in new homes I helped to build, I always had this longing for history and to restore an old home. Now I have that chance with The Harry Potter House. I think it is more pleasant on a beer budget to be able to appreciate every dime that goes into a place. Of course, with more money, I could do wonders. But then would it mean the same?

I will post some progress pics in the next two weeks.

A few shows that have inspired me are Rehab Addict with Nicole Curtis, Bronson Pinchot's show on HGTV-The Bronson Pinchot Project that is now over and Daryl Hall's new show Daryl's Restoration OverHall on DIY. I've always enjoyed Daryl Hall's music. It's timeless. And he restores old homes? Crazy.

It used to drive my ex crazy that I watched HGTV and DIY because I would come up with these projects I thought I could do myself. Some were successful, some were not. I still do it. I don't care. How else can you embrace power tools and manual labor if you don't just do it? I like to get dirty.

I don't know, I think owning a historic home is just your part of being a steward to history.

Speaking of history, my all time favorite song..."Crazy" by Gnarls Barkley, aka CeeLo Green, pairs up with Daryl Hall for a great duet. My badge number wasn't 96 for nothing...it was karma. Or something.

Enjoy! For more of Daryl's House where he pairs up with some greats...check out Youtube.com.

His show is on Saturdays if you are interested.

Think of me tinkering away with the Harry Potter House. Only with a lot less bank.

Harry Potter is under construction....again. Gotta get some things done before winter.

I am re-stuccoing the foundation this weekend for $10.00. It's going to be great!

Monday, August 4, 2014

Word Crimes

Unsolicited reviews and opinions are great. I might say a great series slipped past me and even won some awards. The Killing, American television series produced by Veena Sud based upon the Danish series Forbrydelsen is a fascinating crime thriller.

(photo credit: AMC/Netflix)


I can't praise it enough. It has twists and turns, cop realism, fantasy, horror, and corruption. Amongst all this turmoil is good old-fashioned cop work conducted by two very screwed up detectives. You won't be bored. You won't be disappointed. I watched it on Netflix minus any commercial interruptions in one weekend. YES! I even got a lot of work done. No sleep, tho. It was like a great book.

It was a Netflix original, then picked up by AMC then cancelled then picked up again by Netflix. There are four seasons with an ending that is appropriate since the story line came to a halt, but not one of those halts that piss you off because it was time for it to end, not because the series fell short. But it will surprise you. An all star cast is scattered throughout the entire series with some commanding performances. Might I say, I think I fell in love with the crack headed detective Holder played by Swedish actor, Joel Kinnamon.
(photo credit: AMC/Netflix)

He's like Eminem on the good side gone bad trying to be good and battling his demons. It's like a train wreck. You can't look away and you hope for the best. He's real...a real hot mess.

His partner, Linden, played by Alan Ruck's wife, Mireille Enos is one of those characters I could not decide if I hated her or liked her, but she was very believable and so complex. It was a back and forth relationship of love-hate where I wanted to slap her candy ass into shape a few times.  I think she got rid of her badge or got suspended as often as I change socks. She's the world's shittiest mother as well. However, she ranks amongst the top and is another actress that played her part very well and makes it real...real dysfunction junction.

But it's SOOOO good.

In other news...I have decided I am in a foreign country. I can't decide to fight it or join it. I know one thing, I cannot cannot cannot embrace "sweet teh: (sweet tea). I hate it. What separates the west side of the Mississippi versus the east side? Sugar. I take my coffee and my tea the same way...straight up, black. Here are some examples of the language barriers:

My student worker came in today...

ME: How was your weekend, Dr. Berg?

BERG: Great. My friends and I got into some RPGs. It was the bomb.

ME: *blink*blink*

BERG: We did them all weekend.

ME: And you didn't get arrested by the ATF or FBI?

BERG: *blink*blink*

ME: Did you blow something cool up at least?

BERG: Role playing games.

ME: Oh. OHHH! Whew.

BERG: What did you think it was?

ME: The other RPGs.

BERG: *blink*blink* I don't know any other kind.

ME: Well, I guess that is good when the FBI comes asking questions.  Such a baby bird.

I love my Dr. Berg. She is a perfect child.

In other language barrier episodes with the strange kind...

color-(common meaning) pronounced in Indiana-collar (as in your shirt)

This fucking drives me nuts and I correct all those that entered this world without having a dictionary or proper schooling and insist on saying it that way. I usually lead the Webster conversation with many "fucks" and derivatives there of followed by, "yeah, nice shirt."

wash- (common meaning) pronounced in Indiana-warsh (as in fucked up with an "r")

This also drives me fucking nuts. I roll my eyes when people say that and have them spell it, followed by "now try again."

dinner or supper? They are afraid to answer that after the two above issues. I know their answer is supper. West=breakfast, lunch, dinner. East=breakfast, dinner/lunch, supper.  It's also fucking stupid. When they ask me why I think it is dinner and not supper, I simply ask them...do you see the word SUPPER on any fucking restaurant menu? NO.

Ok. That is enough fucks for the day. I could go on, but you get my drift. That's drift...as in snow, message, overcorrecting, or in Indiana it means the same thing as DRAFT-"air stealing" which is what any moron does when they can't pronounce words correctly-(not properly).