January 4, 2013
December 22, 2012
December 6, 2012
I’m not into sports, but I’m sometimes a fan.
Speaking of fans, I think I need one.
November 29, 2012
“The number of users in your area can affect download speeds. Too many users online can result in sluggish performance.”
October 20, 2012
I don’t dispatch medical, so I had to look up the acronym ETOH. It refers to ethyl alcohol… booze.
October 9, 2012
Sometimes the universe is just too nice to me.
My previous post on this blog was my 666th post. WordPress lets you know how many posts you’ve made so far, and provides a pithy little quote to keep you motivated. My cheery little saying was from Stephen King! Talk about juxtaposing!
Mother Nature, or somebody (or something), knows my sense of humor, and sent me a little zinger.
Then, just to really play with me, as I’m in the middle of writing this, my cursor suddenly starts running down the page, as if I was holding down the ‘return’ key. I thought I was going to have to do a forced shut-down to regain control, but after a second of ever-increasing blank page, I was able to regain control.
Bwwaahahahahaaha!! And Halloween’s just a few weeks away. This could be fun!
October 9, 2012
The Tulare County jail is a building now 50 years old. Opened in the very early 1960′s, it’s the state-of-the-art in jail design. For the late 1950′s. It’s been through a lot in those 50 years, and as with anything of that age, it’s starting to show some wear and tear. Even our “guests” notice.
I took a call last night that has to be, at the very least, the call of the week, and it was about our jail.
A gentleman called in, at about 1:30 in the morning, and threw me a curve ball. This was a first. He sounded a bit tipsy, and I expected to hear a rant about no telling what. He identified himself (and as I say in my “about” blurb, names are omitted to protect the innocent) and said he needed some information on who to call about the condition of our jail. I was ready to give him the direct number to the jail, but as he rattled on, it became clear that would not do.
Seems Mr. (name omitted) has set himself the goal of getting us a new jail. He was recently released after a stay of undisclosed tenure, and is not happy with the conditions of the current facilities. He said he understood that it was a jail, “but really?”. He was adamant that he was going to get us a new jail, and wanted to know who he needed to call.
It was at this point I decided to have a bit of fun.
August 20, 2012
The official story is one of a modest laser device, used to blast tiny holes in rocks, and analyze the resulting dust and debris with a spectrometer. This, according to the briefs, will allow scientists to determine the chemical structure of the rocks. NASA/JPL just released a picture of their first test firing.
From the looks of the images, you’d think “no big deal. A little tiny hole in a rock.” The truth, however, is much more sinister.
We all know the government never tells you the complete story about these things. Remember when spy satellites were all the “top-secret” rage, and they “could read the license plate number on your car”? Of course, the capabilities were far more than was admitted. The same thing applies to Curiosity.
A nuclear reactor? To power a golf cart and a laser pointer? Not bloody likely…
August 3, 2012
(That title should be read in the voice of Foghorn Leghorn)
You never know what you’ll hear on the other end of a 9-1-1 call. Here’s one I took the other night.
Now, this came in from a disconnected cell phone, so there was no way to pin-point it’s location, and no way to call it back.
Fortunately, these chickens sounded Code 4 (no assistance needed) to my ear, so I’m not real concerned about their status. (the voices you hear are background noises in the dispatch center, picked up when I transferred the recording to my phone. The call was only clucking.)
When I was a kid, we raised some chickens, and I learned the difference between contented clucking, and panic clucking. This sounds like contented clucking, to me.
This was a first. I’ve never taken a 9-1-1 call, even an accidental one, from a chicken before. I’ve heard stories of cats and dogs calling 9-1-1 during actual emergencies, but I haven’t experienced that. Maybe that’s something for the future.