Thursday, December 08, 2005

Celebrate the funny
Yes, that's right. I, once again, brought the funny to GaijinBiker's weekly caption contest, winning my second first place victory. Lot's of funny entries this week, so check it out.

Awful. Simply awful.
Sheriff's deputy Andy McDowell is living a parent's worst nightmare:

After he was taken to the site where one of his two sons was killed in a car crash early Wednesday, McDowell was driven past another fatal accident. Only later did he learn that the fiery wreck took the life of his only other child.
Pray for him and what's left of his family. I really just don't know what else to say.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Ever vigilant
Unfortunately, that title is not a description of MTA-Metro North Railroad employees.

I get on the train this morning. I find one of the few open seats and sit down. As I do, I see someone (I honestly didn't notice if it was a man or a woman) stand up very quickly and bolt off the train just as the doors closed. I thought that was a bit odd, but sometimes people fall asleep and only wake up just in time, and I let it go.

When the woman who had been sitting next to him or her and the man who had been across from them started looking around puzzled, I got interested. It became very apparent that this fast-moving person had left behind a plastic bag. It had what looked like it might have been a purse sticking out of the top, and the shape of a box (maybe a shoebox?) in the bottom. But let's be honest, folks: God only knows what was in that bag.

The woman left behind seemed to think in the same way as I did. She seemed a little shaken by the whole thing, and began constantly scanning for one of the conductors. After all, we all know the line by now:

If you see something, say something
The MTA has a web page devoted to this topic, and regularly posts advertisements both on the trains and in the stations to remind us. They implore you, "Alert a police officer, train or bus operator, station personnel or call 888-NYC-SAFE (888-692-7233)."

After a few minutes, the conductor happens by. She says "excuse me" three times before it catches his attention, and she starts to explain: "Some woman left this bag here and got off the tr—" And he cut her off (!), saying, "I'll be with you in a few minutes."

By the time he came back about 20 minutes later, the woman had reached her stop and left the train. In an effort to clear the seat to make room for another passenger, the conductor picked up the very bag in question and moved it to the floor—so it'd be out of the way. I couldn't believe it. So, when he came back two rows to me, to collect my ticket, I pointed at the bag and explained to him that a woman had run off the train and left it behind. He responds, "don't worry, we'll put it in the Metro-North lost and found when we get to Grand Central—I know all about it."

I let it go, but I couldn't believe my ears.

Honestly, what's the point of saying something when you see something if the conductor isn't even aware of what's going on around him?

No wonder we aren't any safer. And yes, that picture at the top is an actual picture of the actual bag, taken with my cell phone.

UPDATE [12/7/2005 - 13:51]: More from Flip, The Man, and GaijinBiker. Welcome also to the TotalFarkers, and thanks to whoever linked me over there—I'm not a member, so I can't view the article to thank you more specifically.

Monday, December 05, 2005

This doesn't seem complicated to me
A man previously sentenced to life in prison is released on parole. He holds up a pizzeria. He writes a letter to the judge explaining that he was hearing voices and wanted to kill himself. He is granted a psychiatric evaluation. The judge can sentence him to life in prison, or order hospitatlization or some other kind of treatment, which would prevent him from returning to jail.

Does this actually seem complicated to anyone? The guy was already sentenced to life in prison, so I'm not entirely sure why he was released in the first place.

Put his ass back in jail. And leave him there. For life—as should have happened the first time.

Makes sense to me
This is the first sensible diet advice I have heard in a long, long time. Now if only we could convince women that the number on the scale doesn't mean anything; it's all about how you think you look.

I can't wait for this decision
Of all of the cases before the Supreme Court this session, this one is probably the most interesting.