This one has me in a state of constant giggling. Great job, Audi!
May 7, 2013
May 5, 2013
I get a blast out of following Wil Wheaton on Twitter.
May 3, 2013
From George Takei’s Facebook.
April 27, 2013
In the 40′s, it was the Nazis. In the 50′s, it was the Communists. In the 60′s, it was the hippies. In the 70′s, it was the Nixon administration. Something is always just about to come over the hill, or around the corner, and destroy “THE AMERICAN WAY OF LIFE!!” (trademark, copyright 1776)
We’ve had an endless onslaught of nonsense from the doomsayers for more than 70 years. (truth be told, for a lot longer than that) The past 5 years have been incredibly dense with “Chicken Littles”, however. We’ve had the ‘death panels’. Birth certificates. The power of a father seen only a few times in a lifetime over the mind of a man elected President. ”He’s a socialist!” “He’s a communist!” ”He’s gay, and gay married!” ”IT’S THE END OF OUR WAY OF LIFE!!!!”
Facebook is now seeing the latest round of nonsense, that combines more hysteria and the fear of “big government!”. (No, not the big government that wants to tell you what to do with your body, or who you can marry, the OTHER big government.) Today’s breathless end-of-our-lives-as-we-have-known-them claims? Chips!
April 14, 2013
It began in 1981, at the Contra Costa County (CA) Sheriff’s Department, where a time was set aside to recognize the service of their dispatch staff. For three years, only CCSO participated, but in time, as word spread, other agencies around the United States adopted the idea. In 1991, Rep. Edward J. Markey (D-Mass.) introduced what became H.J. Res. 284 to create “National Public Safety Telecommunicator Week.” Introduced again in 1993 and 1994, the act became permanent, and the second full week of April each year is now a nationally recognized time to honor dispatchers and telecommunicators at public safety agencies across the country.
April 12, 2013
I don’t often order people around on 9-1-1 calls. It’s not my place to tell them what to do, or how to behave. My job is simply to gather information, and dispatch the appropriate equipment and people to deal with their emergency. This morning a 9-1-1 call came in that tossed all my training right out the window. I had to use my “cop voice”, and order someone (and it took several times) to do something. I really don’t recall the last time I’ve done that.
This morning’s call, however, had me in full “get your ass back home right now!” mode.
April 9, 2013
“Daisy”, our newest K9, visits us during a slow moment in dispatch. Until she’s trained, her primary attack form will be licking people into submission.