The Most Dangerous Thing About Your iPhone

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The most dangerous thing about your iPhone isn’t the radiation.  It’s not the risk of being smacked in the nose for being a techno-snob because you just HAD to have the latest and greatest.  Not even the risk of letting your friends see just how they rank when you are busy texting someone else instead of talking to them!   No, the biggest danger of them all is this…

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This damned game, “words with friends” has taken over.  I won’t say everyone at work is playing it, that would imply we’re… they’re… not doing our…  their jobs, and that’s clearly not what’s going on.

Right now, as I write this, I should be in bed, zzzzzzzzzzzzz-ing to wake the band. But I’m not.  I’m playing this absurd game.  Notice the picture?  The blank tile could be an “a”, then all you would need is a “d” for… absurd!

Okay.  I’m going to put the phone down, and go to bed, any cute little chime tones indicating it’s my turn be damned!

BTW, my user name is “Coptalker”.  Feel free to start a game.  Warning, though… I keep odd hours.  If I don’t respond right off, it might be because I’m sleeping.  Like I should be right now.  Good night.

The things they ask us…

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21 year old Robert Michelson of Farmington, Connecticut called 9-1-1 to ask if he would get in trouble for having a marijuana plant.  The 9-1-1 call can be heard at KFSN TV ABC30’s website, here.

The answer was “yes”.  He has the right to remain silent.  He should have availed himself of that right before calling 9-1-1.  Apparently Robert is not one of the brighter lights of the Farmington area.

He might have gotten away with it, if he’d only used a pre-paid or basic model cell phone.  Those can’t be traced.  He used, apparently, his wired phone at home.  We know EXACTLY where those phones are…

Think of the dumbest question someone might ask a 9-1-1 operator (other than the one Robert asked), and I can assure you someone has already asked it of a dispatcher recently.  You’ve heard about the chicken nuggets lady, I’m sure.  Or the Whopper not done his way guy.  People will call about anything.  Most do not end up in jail.

The oddest thing I’ve been asked on 9-1-1?

“When is the fog going to be turned off?”

What’s YOUR emergency??

 

This is why I live in California

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My buddy Dennis is pastor of this church, in Payson, Illinois.

This is why I live in California.

I was going to tell you something….

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JimmieJoe as Toto – Lions and Tigers and Bears! OH MY!

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JimmieJoe as Toto?  I did a bit of a double take, too!

The local newspaper, The Visalia Times-Delta, has, as many online portals for media do, a section available for people to post blogs.  Recently, the editor asked for people what their favorite romantic movie was.  One blog poster chose “The Wizard of Oz”.  As is wont of many bloggers, it triggered other thoughts, and inspired a blog.

In this blog, found here, LittleDharma wonders who among the regular posters on the VTD’s site would play various roles if cast into the movie version of The Wizard of Oz.

I won the coveted role of Toto, Dorothy’s lovable if somewhat easily distracted dog.  Here’s what LittleDharma said about casting me as Toto:

Then we have the precious role of Toto, Dorothy’s dog.  This part is played by Jim93277.  Don’t laugh!  I gave this a lot of thought.  Jim knows who bark at and who to leave alone.  A prudent man … er dog.  Jim is just the guy who will lift his leg and give the villains a squirt on their spats.  While intelligent, he still needs Dorothy to remind him, “Toto, we’re not in Kansas any more.”  Hope he squirts on the Wicked Witch of the West.

I’m getting a big kick out of this one.  Read the entire blog here.

UPDATE: 2/1/11 The Times-Delta has pulled the blog, “reviewing” it!  Someone must have taken offense, and clicked the “report abuse” button about a gazillion times.  Put it back, TD.

ET Exonerated; Cow Deaths Not Work of UFOs, or Black Helicopters

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The Huffington Post Travis Walter Donovan

200 cows that were found dead in Wisconsin on January 14 were not killed by aliens, black helicopters, or a cow-tipping prank gone horribly wrong.  After lab analysis of the dead animals and samples of their feed, officials are reporting that moldy sweet potatoes caused the cows to suffer from pneumonia, quickly causing their deaths.

Officials say this is not the first time sweet potato mold has killed farm animals.  While rare, it does happen from time to time.  Here‘s the Huffington Post article.

…  yeah.  That’s what they WANT you to believe!  The truth after the jump!

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Fun Times In The Sauna

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You Are…

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…here.

Somewhere.

I know where I am, how did you get lost?

It’s not that big of a planet, you know.

Not compared to Jupiter, anyway.

Here Be Dragons

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You know, it’s bad enough when you have to deal with the bad breath, the scorching, and the mess  (what the HELL do they eat that comes out smelling THAT bad???)…  but I SPECIFICALLY told them I was NOT going to play baby sitter to a brood of the little demons.

I explained the facts of life to them, even going as far as doing research so I wouldn’t steer them wrong, but it appears it was all for naught.

Oh, they gave me some lame excuses…  you know the ones…  about how it couldn’t happen while they were flying, or how it couldn’t happen their first time over a new continent, or how they just didn’t do such things!  Yeah.  Right.

So now I’m stuck.  And it’s no fun, either.  They won’t do as I say, they fly right in front of your face buzzing around like a giant mosquito, and a burp can end up burning the house down!  The little bastards think they’re the gods of the universe, since they can fly and breathe fire!   I try to take them down a notch now and then… I’ve told them it’s only methane, and it only works because there’s a venting error going on, but they’re having none of that.

The British accents on the big ones lend them an air of solemnity and wisdom, but I’m beginning to suspect it’s an affectation rather than an inborn trait.  The little ones sound ridiculously squeaky, and it’s a hoot to listen to them try to sound dignified and wise…  that’s just not going to work.  Especially when they start calling each other names.  Sibling rivalry runs rampant in this brood, as I suspect it does in all of them, and apparently ” fire proof ” is the vilest of invectives.  It cracks me up every time they use it on each other…  all I can hear is some little brat from London, after a hit from a helium balloon.  (Don’t tell them… they’re still a bit sensitive about their voices.  It’s something they’ll grow out of eventually, but you know kids…  later might as well be forever)

The only thing that saves their little greenish backsides is that they’re so damned cute when they’re asleep!  (Which supposedly only happens when they’re little.  The big ones claim never to sleep.  I don’t know whether to believe them or not.)

Be Careful What You Wish For…

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So yesterday, on his Facebook page, my cousin Travis said  “Rain Rain go away and come again another day!..Ready for spring and some fishing! : )”

Today, he said  “I dont think the rain heard me : ( ”

I had to remind him that today *IS* another day!  It’s all Travis’ fault!

 

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