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Friday, April 18, 2003
I know, I said that yesterday was the last day of the work week -- so why am I sitting here at my desk AT WORK!!!!!!? Because I opened my big mouth and said that our college radio station needed some more programming when there were no students on the air. So I signed contracts to broadcast (or in this case web cast) three programs on our station! Most of the time this works well -- I get out of a lot of useless meetings and stuff. However some days this SUCKS -- and this is one of them! At least I am listening to some pretty good music! Right now we are doing the Dance Music Zone, and in a couple of hours we will run jungleZone, your weekly dose of Drum and Bass! I hope you'll log on to www.muw.edu/wmuw and listen -- SO I WON'T BE DOING THIS FOR NOTHING! Oh well, at least I can get some BS paperwork done. Maybe grade some tests -- mundane stuff like that. But it could be worse -- I could WORK for a living! Some folks showed up at the house where the Meth was cooked yesterday. They had a key to get in, so I didn't call the cops. They took out some trash and stuff and said they would be back sometime today to do some more cleaning. I am surprised the county hasn't confiscated the house and the three cars in the driveway. Although they probably wouldn't want the cars. There is a mid-80's Chrysler that won't start, a mid-70's Ford pick-up with some cool rims, but an engine that is on it's last legs and their last car they obtained -- a 96 Toyota Celica! It WAS a shapr car -- until dude hauled gravel in the hatchback to patch some holes in his driveway. The engine sounds okay, but it will need a muffler and a new clutch. Dude tried to impress the neighbors with his deft double-clutch shifting. All he did was miss gears and slip the clutch. So maybe in this case the cops are going to let the family keep their fleet. Speaking of fleet, I am going to get my bike back tomorrow morning! Just in time for it to rain! I don't know how much it's going to cost to get it fixed, but I can't wait to get her back on the road! She has new carboraters, new tires and has new fluids in the radiator, brakes and final drive unit! I needed a new carborater because one of them got stuck open and flooded the engine with gasoline! It had almost replaced the oil with gas by the time I got her to the shop! So now she's fixed, and the inside of the engine should be cleaner now than it was when it was first built! So I shall have a 13-year-old new bike! I just called the shop -- it's going to cost over 6-hundred bucks! The labor is reasonable, 5 1/2 hours at $36.00/hour (okay that's not reasonable, but not unexpected) but I'M GETTING SCREWED ON PARTS! I shall give you an example, I am paying $59.00 for a part that I could have ordered myself for $36.00! But if I ordered it myself, they shop would not have installed it. So either way I'm screwed. But I really can't complain -- I bought it new in 1990 and this is the FIRST time I have had to have any repairs on it -- so that works out to $50.00 per year I have owned the bike. If I get another 13 years out of her -- I won't complain much -- I hope the spousal unit won't stroke out over this! Sheesh! Mac and Cheese doesn't sound too bad, with Ramen Noodles on the side for the next month. The first hour of DMZ is almost over, so I should wander back to the control room and set up for hour number two. GOOD WEEKEND TO YOU ALL! Thursday, April 17, 2003
IT'S THE LAST DAY OF THE WORK WEEK! YEAAAAAAA! Good Friday is a state holiday here in Mississippi, so it's three more hours and then FREEDOM! Of course, it's going to rain for two of the three day holiday weekend, but I'll have ONE good day! Plus, I get my motorcycle back! YEAAAAAAAAA! It's a Suzuki VX-800, the best motorcycle that Suzuki ever made that no body bought! So now I get to take her out and enjoy the wonderful Spring Weather -- until it rains. BOOOOOOOOO! I just hope I can still ride minus the arm and leg I will have to give to them for the repairs. Trouble's days are getting brighter -- I finally got her to cross the street last evening. I gave her some food and water -- she nibbled at the food, drank a little water, licked me in the face and went home. She looked like she has been eating these past three days. This morning I found out where. The Grandparents are sending the Southern Belle over in the morning to feed Trouble, and I have heard that they are almost finished fencing in their yard so they can take Trouble with them. Trouble is not an inside dog, and they can't let her run loose, so this is the next best thing. At least there is one happy ending to this story of woe. Also today the spousal unit and I planted more Roses and Azalias in our yard. She can grow anything anywhere. Me, I can follow the instructions to the letter and I will still kill the hardiest plant! But she loves working in the dirt, and I love watching her enjoy herself -- so I dig the holes and set up the sprinklers for her. And I get to enjoy beautiful plants and a happy wife! Can things get any better? Even though tomorrow is a holiday, I will still be spending a few hours at work! I run the radio station on the MUW campus (WMUW World Wide Web Radio) www.muw.edu/wmuw If you are on line, I invite you to link to our station anytime but especially tomorrow (Friday) starting at 1:30pm Central Daylight Time and ending at 6:00pm. At 1:30pm we webcast CounterSpin from the FAIR Media Watch Organization. It's 30 minutes of "the other side of the news" reporting on the stories and issues the main stream media either distort or ignore. On a lighter note at 2:00pm we go into the Dance Music Zone (DMZ) 2 hours of the hottest dance music in the USA hosted by dee-jay Scott Manley. At 4:00pm we enter the jungleZone, your weekly dose of Drum and Bass, hosted by kryptyk. That's two hours of INTENSE Drum and Bass (jungle) music. Plus, I won't be playing this stuff for nothing! So link up -- please? Pretty Please? Well, it's time to stamp out ignorance! I am off! Wednesday, April 16, 2003
One final update on the charges against the Meth Cooking Mom and Dad -- it seems that the Southern Belle's natural Father has the additonal charge of "Assault on a Police Officer with a weapon or other means to produce death" added to his drug charges. In other words, when the cops came to arrest him, he swung at one of them with a stick, board or baseball bat. Another BIG MISTAKE! Shame I didn't see that arrest happen -- that would have been an education in and of itself. So the adults are in jail (for at least 60 years), the children have been carted off to the grandparents and the house has stood empty for three days now. Everyone has been taken care of except for one member of the family -- Trouble the dog. Trouble won't win Best In Show at any dog show, she is a short haired brown dog with sad yellow eyes. She stands about 24 inches tall at the shoulder. Trouble is a sweet little dog, loves kids and loves to play with the children and the other neighborhood dogs. If she wouldn't chase my motorcycle's front wheel, while trying to bite it she would be the perfect dog for anyone who loves dogs! Since Sunday Trouble has sat on the front porch of the house wondering why the kids won't come out and play. Every afternoon Trouble runs to the end of the driveway as the School Bus approaches -- and goes by without stopping -- and then Trouble sits at the end of the driveway for 20 minutes wondering why her kids didn't get off the bus and play with her in the yard like they used to -- before slowly walking back to the porch with her head down and tail dragging. She just doesn't know why her people won't come home. She knows nothing of prisons, police, splitting of families when some of them go to jail. She only knows that one day she was happy with her family -- and the next day her family was gone and she was totally alone. She wonders if it was something she did. I know this because she has not left her spot on the porch in three days (other than to run to the bus) watching and guarding the front door -- that was her job -- guarding the door and the kids. When the police pulled into the driveway she jumped and barked loudly, alerting the folks inside that there was someone strange in her driveway. Now she wonders if she should have done more. I have tried to call her to come over to my house to get a drink of water, or some table scraps. She will sit up and wag her tail at the sound of her name, but she will not leave her post. This evening, if no one has come to the house to check on her, I am going to get some dog food and walk over to the neighbor's house and feed and water Trouble. Yes, it's Trespassing, yes it's a $100.00 fine -- but it would be money well spent if I get to make sure Trouble's all right. When the cops raid a drug house, all the adults are taken care of. No one leaves until the children (if any) have a place to go -- whether it's with relatives or with the Department of Human Services. But what about the pets? Take them to the pound? Sure. Give the pets an almost sure death sentence because their owners broke the law. When we make all these laws we take care of the humans, but we don't do a thing for the other living, breathing, feeling creatures that are left behind. If Fire Fighters save an animal from an abandoned house fire, they usually not only save the animal, they make sure that it goes to a good, loving home. Not so with the war on drugs! If it is truly a war, then something must be done to alleviate the collateral damage done to the pets caught in the middle. I know I can't save all the pets effected by the war on drugs -- but I can save one. And her name is Trouble. Tuesday, April 15, 2003
I have a new hero! I can't tell you her name, but I can tell you that her name is the same as one of the four seasons! Why is she my hero? If you have ever wanted to get your folks because they wouldn't let you do what you wanted to do, then she will be your hero too! This little lady is 15, almost 16 going on 30. Her folks are the ones I posted about yesterday. It seems that her mother, her step-father and her father were all in the Crystal-Meth cooking business together. The little lady wanted to spend time with her 18 year old boyfriend. Mommy and Step-Daddy said no, so she asked her father (who lives a block away) and he said no. Then called little lady's mother and step-father to narc on her. When the little lady got home, she got reamed out by both of her folks, soon joined by her father who walked over to join in on the fun. After being yelled at, and told how stupid she was (and other things), the little lady decided she had enough. She walks over to a neighbors house, calls 911, and tells the cops her family is cooking Meth in their house. Five minutes later the cops arrive and the events I posted yesterday transpired. And faster than you can say "You in a HEAP O' TROUBLE, BOY, everyone goes to jail! So now Mom and Dad and Step-Dad get to think about yelling at the little lady every time one of their new bunk mates at the State Prison says "Hey dere lil, skinny white (wo)man -- Here's why dey calls me Big Daddy ZZZZZZZZIP; PHLOP!" Why does this make her a hero? Not because she turned her folks in -- it's because of this: She is now living with her grandmother -- two trailers down from her boyfriend. Grandma climbed in a bottle in 1979 and hasn't climbed out! The little lady has been driving grandma's car since she was 13. ("Grandma's too drunk to drive you to your friend's, dear. Here, take Grandma's keys") The only time Grandma's sober is the two minutes in the morning it takes for Grandma to walk from her bed to the kitchen to open another bottle. Other wise, she could care less what the little lady does -- so long as she keeps running to the store to refill Grandma's bottle. (The boyfriend does the buying.) So here she is, this little Southern Belle -- with a car that she doesn't have to pay for, living two doors down from her boyfriend in a house she doesn't have to pay for, with someone who lets her do what she wants to do AND she's going to collect $2,500 from Crime Stoppers for her information that shut down a drug lab! Not only that, she has the satisfaction of sticking it to her parents for treating her like a child! THAT'S why she's my hero! The lady knew what she wanted, and got it! The moral of the story: If you're cooking Meth -- make sure your kids like you! By the way, the dude, his wife and the wife's ex all got charged with possession, possession with intent to distribute and the manufacture of Crystal Meth. Along with felony possession of pot. AND because there were minors present while the Meth was being cooked, all charges are automatically doubled! So our little lady doesn't have to worry about seeing her folks again for 50 years minimum! And in addition to the reward from Crime Stoppers, if the little lady decides to attend college, that's going to be paid for too by funds for victims of crime! Not bad for a 15-year-old, huh? She's my hero. Monday, April 14, 2003
 Welcome to the second try at Morning Sickness! I got turned on to Blogging by a friend who's site is Hip Old Guy Check it out!
Anyway, I tried to post once already, and I think I messed up so if at first you don't succeed.......see if the loser gets anything. First to answer the obvious question -- Morning Sickness? That's the name of an article I used to write for a music magazine a life time ago when I was the morning dee-jay at D-98 FM. If you were living in Bowling Green, Kentucky from 1985-1989 do you remember B.J. McCallister? THAT WAS ME! Now I'm teaching at the Mississippi University for Women (admitting men since 1982). That's neither here nor there. Hipoldguy says this is where you talk about anything! Well, the most interesting thing that has happened around here happened yesterday when I watched the people that live across the street from me get hauled off to jail. Yesterday morning, my neighbors across the road got their door kicked in by the Lowndes County (Mississippi) Drug Task Force! So I got COPS live! The cops walked out the door with a half pound of pot, and a baggie with white powder, and a Tupperware pitcher full of liquid (which was later determined to be Crystal-Meth in the process of being cooked). So dude and his wife are in hand-cuffs sitting in the front yard while the cops take their house apart. When they were finished, the put her in the car first with no problem. When it was dude's turn, he decided he was going to make a run for it! Okay, so he's in cuffs, with two VERY LARGE MEN with no sense of humor on either side of him, and he thinks he can run for it. (Now you know why they call it dope.) In his haste to run for the woods, he knocked one of Lowndes County's finest to the ground. BIG MISTAKE! Both he and I got an education on what happens when you knock a Lowndes County Deputy to the ground. YOU GET SLAMMED! Four of the Deputy's closest friends SLAMMED dude to the ground. I didn't know, and neither did dude, that your arms, legs, feet, hands, fingers and wrists could be bent in all those different directions! We know now! Dude now knows what P-A-I-N means! So after he gets hog-tied and stuffed in the cruiser, it was time for the "Perp-Parade". That's when the cops drive through the neighborhood showing who they are hauling off to jail -- then in a haze of tire smoke and dust, they were gone! All that's left was me and my lawn mower, and the (now) prisoner's dog. I'm going to watch to see if anyone comes by to feed and water the dog (her name's Trouble). If not, I'm going to get some dog food and make sure Trouble's taken care of. I'll keep you posted. |