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Some things I just do for my personal amusement

Some time back, when I was tinkering with my WiFi set-up, I changed the SSID to “FBI Surveillance Van #2″.  Just a bit of personal amusement.

I found out today that my younger niece completely freaked out recently because she thought the FBI was in the neighborhood snooping around.  (Given the legal history of her various significant others, not an unreasonable fear.)

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Biathacross

I’ve had a couple of road jobs recently and have been contemplating the verities of the universe, the meaning of life, and other assorted very deep thoughts.  Well, that’s always what I plan to do on a road trip.  It usually doesn’t work out that way.

This week I wasn’t able to get my new winter sport out of my head.  I realized that other than the gun part, there really wasn’t a real tie-in to biathlon, but I think I’ve fixed that.

Stage One:  Each team had a biathlete compete in a regular biathlon competition (probably a 7.5k race with 2 trips to the range and penalty laps for missed targets).  The order of finish determines order of preference for shooting positions.

Stage Two:  6 sniper nests get set up at various points along the snowboard course.  In any heat, the team with the highest biathlon finisher gets first pick of the sniper nests, with the next highest getting second pick, and the lowest finisher getting last pick.  (i.e. if Team A, B, and C are in a heat and the shooter from A finished 5th in the biathlon, B finished 2nd, and C finished 4th, Team B’s shooter gets first pick of the sniper nests, Team C gets next pick, and Team A gets last pick).

Stage Three:  3 teams of 2 riders make the snowboard cross run and the snipers ( with only one paintball shot each) can either try to take out another team’s racer or another team’s sniper.  If you’re hit, you’re out.  First rider across the finish line without being shot wins for his or her team and they move on to the next round.

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Weekend Roundup

I install house arrest ankle bracelets part time on the weekend.  If I’ve had a particularly unusual day, I send an email to the boss on Sunday night so he knows what he’s walking into on Monday morning.  It also gives me a chance to vent a bit.  Here’s an excerpt from tonight’s email:

Ok Kats and Kitties, here’s your totally happenin’ weekend roundup.

First off, I think someone is running around town smacking our clients upside the head with a stupid stick.  Either that or my tolerance level is just bottoming out.

Client J apparently had better things to do this weekend than hang out in jail for two days.  No show.

Client S is apparently disabled after a car wreck.  We’ll probably hear from her about the comfort and wear-ability of her ankle bracelet.  We’ll probably also hear from her about 27 things she just has to do this week.  HouseArrest.  2 words.  Put them together and you get a concept that is apparently fucking unfathomable to our clients.  (I referred her to her PO…)

Client R apparently takes off work once a week to attend classes to learn to be a yoga instructor.  OK.  You can start waving the evil sexist pig flag now, but as a former practitioner of yoga, I can tell you that there are some yoga poses it is physically impossible to get into if you are 4′ 11′ and have a 38D chest (at least not without smothering yourself).  (I referred her to her PO…)

My guess is that Client T just woke up from a coma caused by being repeatedly beaten with a stupid stick.  He was supposed to get out Monday 2/24, but he turned himself in a day early.  Of course, we wouldn’t have known about it ( and the jail didn’t know about it because the paperwork still said 2/24 with a little attached note saying he turned himself in early) if a woman who I think was his girlfriend hadn’t been waiting at the office to alert me to the issue.  While I was calling the jail, she was looking over the desk at his paperwork and asked me if we got the information on the page from the client.  Apparently he told her we got our info from the bondsman.  This is only an issue because he apparently gave us his OTHER girlfriend’s name as his ride.

So I get the weasel out of jail ( after calling the Other Woman to pick him up) and when he gets to the office he tells me his “people” paid the woman in the office this morning.  Now, I shaved this morning, but just my head, and the beard is still there, so I called “bullshit”.  Then he wants to know if he has to pay today.  So I said, “Are you a fucking moron?”  Inside my head.  Outside my head I said “yes”.  He wants to know how much.  I tell him $98.  So he goes out to the Other Woman’s car (really nice convertible.  Camaro I think) to get money from her.  He comes back in with $60 and wants to know if it’s enough.  I said, “Uh. No.”  (Yeah.  That was outside my head.)  So he goes out to get more money and eventually comes back with $98.  Then, because he works out at a Juvenile Correctional facility out in the country, he wants an hour and a half travel time (each way) “’cause it’s a long way out there.”  (ed. note: It’s maybe a 45 minute drive from his house if the traffic’s bad.  It also begs the question, “How does he get out there?” given he’s got the house arrest gig because of multiple driving while suspended convictions….)

At the Residential Center we used to say that our job was like herding squirrels: you’re never completely done, you’re never completely successful, and on a good day no one gets run over by a truck.

Today no one got run over by a truck, but only because my knees were really gimpy and I couldn’t get to my truck fast enough to pick them off before they got in their cars.

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Garden State moment

Ever have one of those days where you say something and then later realize that you used a combination of words that is so strange it may have never, ever been used by another human being?  Ever?  I’m not talking about made-up words like “shazizzle”, I”m talking about real words.

Let me know if you know anyone who has ever used the phrase “prehensile butt hair” before, because I googled it and came up empty.

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My Idea for a new Winter Sport

This is a team competition combining Snowboard Cross with Biathlon.

2 snowboarders and one shooter per team.  The shooter uses a paintball gun and gets one round only.  The shooter can set up anywhere on the course and can shoot either a snowboarder or another shooter.  If you’re hit, you’re out (shooter or boarder).  3 teams per heat, winner moves on.

Think about the possibilities for real-time tactics. Do you have one boarder hang back and break for it after some of the leaders get taken out?  Do you try to get both of your boarders to the front so you can take out another shooter, guaranteeing only one of your boarders can get taken out?  Where do you set up as the shooter to maximize your ability to take out either another shooter or a racer?

Look, it’s no stupider than Slopestyle.  I mean, really.  Who thought that one up?  Because scraping the bottom of your skis along a stair rail seems like such a good idea.

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QOTD

Government didn’t step in to save Firefly, so unless something on PBS or NPR is better than Firefly, I don’t see why my tax dollars should go to it.

(via IMAO)

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Spying through your browser

Any computer running the Chrome browser can be subverted to eavesdrop on conversations happening around it”

(Via SDA)

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Happiness

Leave your concealed carry weapon locked in your vehicle for a couple of hours while you attend to business inside a county jail in 8° weather.  When you re-holster your weapon in your Inside the Waist Band concealed carry holster, you quickly learn the Beatles were right when they said “Happiness is a warm gun.”

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Motivation

I’ve been having some trouble getting anything accomplished the past few days.  For example, this morning I planned to drink heavily all day, but I just never got around to it.

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QOTD

From the Diplomad:

…Meanwhile if you want to get ready for the impending arrival of Obamacare, visit your local DMV, but imagine it with the screams of the sick and dying.

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