Wednesday, June 26, 2002

Comments! I got COMMENTS! :::faints::: Thank you, You Know Who (Russ) and Popcorn! By the way, Popcorn, if you're still peeking in... you mentioned New Jersey 101.5. What do you think of the Scott and Casey replacement? I dunno. I think Craig Carton is one of those guys who tries hard to be obnoxious. And he doesn't have to try so hard. He's obnoxious enough without it. Now I'll only listen for their traffic reports on my afternoon commute home. I got a kick out of Scott and Casey. :( They're off to Detroit, to the same radio station where Deminske and Doyle are now. That's way weird as S&C replaced D&D.

Just a mindless, but mildly entertaining site for your amusement - Kaleidoscope Painter

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Tuesday, June 25, 2002

Of course, the below is from the Pink Floyd song, Comfortably Numb off of The Wall. And, of course, quoting it made me want to look for the website. Neato! Cool stuff! Downloads, steaming music! I like -- Pink Floyd Downloads
Enjoy...
Is there anybody out there? Just nod if you can hear me...
Is there anyone at home?

Monday, June 24, 2002

Now, I did claim to be a bit abnormal, right? In keeping with that theory, I'd like to discuss roadkill today. No, not recipes! (Although you can check out The Roadkill Cafe for your dining pleasure, if you so desire.) As for me, I just want to mention what I see on my work commute. I live in a densely populated area of the most densely populated state, but my commute takes me along Route 22 through a bit of Somerset County. Every day I see new dead deer. :( I also see live ones each morning right at the edge of one span of the road. They better not have suicide in mind! I've also seen many possums, raccoons, squirrels, one red fox (!), a turkey vulture, a wild turkey (maybe the vulture was after him) and a snake of some sort. I'm waiting to see a bear.

I have a beef (no, not a dead cow along the road) with whatever department is supposed to take care of these carcasses. How come they are taken out of the road, but yet removed on a such an untimely basis? If someone isn't removing them from the road, lots of drivers must be on the sides of the roads. I've noticed that if the carcass is on the left near the Jersey Barrier, it sometimes remains for weeks or months. Yeah, it's a good scientific lesson in decomposition, but...! On the right side, it usually takes a few days.

Could these animals actually explode? Hmmm... I think I'm glad I live in a city.

Sunday, June 23, 2002

What can I say? I like it. A more lengthy version can be found using Kazaa, but I had to visit the Sifl-n-Olly site and listen to the version of It's MY United States of Whatever. 'It's 3 AM, I'm in the alley shootin' dice an' Officer Leroy comes along and says, "I thought I told you..." "Whatever!"

Whatever...

Saturday, June 22, 2002

I listen to many different kinds of music with classical, blues, jazz, rock and folk being my favorites. One of the radio stations I listen to, especially when driving, is NYC's Classic Rock Station Q1043. When doing their traffic reports, they often play the big Surfin' Safaris hit "Wipeout." Yikes, I say! Tequila!
Okaaay... I think I've successfully installed YACCS to my blog. That's for comments, if you would be so kind.
The link didn't appear in the last post. Grrr. Here it is - Robert Garrow
A memory triggered, so to speak -
I saw something on the Web which made me think back a few decades to when I was living in the town of Beacon, NY. Y'see, I'm originally from upstate New York and the foothills of the Adirondack Mountains. When I was in high school and college, there was a killer in those woods up in the mountains. His name was Robert Garrow and he was eventually captured in a hail of gunfire after a huge manhunt. He went to trial and was found guilty in a slew of rapes and murders. I recall the events, but I went on with my life. I moved to Beacon in 1977 after leaving the Real Upstate NY Area.

Now, adjacent to where I was living in Beacon was the Fishkill Correctional Facility which contained on its grounds the Matteawan Hospital for the Criminally Insane. Across Route 84 from that site was the Downstate Correctional Facility, a place where new inmates in the penal system would be taken for evaluation and then sent elsewhere. Downstate was a Maximum Security prison as it took in all sorts of criminals. Fishkill was a Medium to Minimum facility dependent on where the inmate was placed. When I moved to the area, Matteawan had already closed its doors as far as the insanity brouhaha went, but remained housing for Fishkill inmates.

I remember that inmate escapes from the nearby facilities were so prevalent that citizens of the area made a few huge signs which warned "Caution! Inmate Crossing!" and were placed strategically on Route 84 by the prisons. The state would remove the signs and new ones would take their place, often crudely stroked with a wide brush in black paint on a piece of plywood. I really wish I'd thought to take a photo of the signs.

What few citizens in the area knew was that the notorious Robert Garrow was being held in the minimum security Fishkill Correctional Facility. He had been shot during his capture and claimed to be paralyzed. During his trial he attended all hearings in a wheelchair, but sympathy wouldn't play a role in his sentencing as he was shot after he opened fire on a Conservation Officer who tried to take him in. After beng treated by numerous doctors who LATER claimed there was little reason to believe he was indeed paralyzed, Garrow was sent to Fishkill from the more suitable Dannemora.

I remember the day he escaped Fishkill. Thousands of police-related people in orange suits stopping every car, doing house to house searches. The vicinity of the prison was truly gripped in fear. Roadblocks were everywhere and the cops even checked out the tiny trunk of my then new 1978 Mustang. I watched as the Orange Suited Guys With Guns made literal combs of nearby fields and woods. They would form a line with each person only about two feet away from the next and walk forward, thus actually combing the terrain for any signs of Garrow.

Life was Hell for three days as the hunt ensued.

I was home enjoying a day off when the Orange Suited Guys With Guns encountered Garrow, who was still hiding just inside the last fence before the freedom, yet on the grounds of Fishkill. I recall it was late afternoon or early evening when I heard a huge volley of gunshots. I thought to myself, "Sounds like they found Garrow."

It turns out he stood up and fired at a Member of the Comb. Eep. Silly move. That got them all firing back at once. I seem to remember it was estimated that over a 100 shots were almost immediately fired at him.

Yeah, he died. As he should have, of course. That was totally foolish and predictably would cost him his life.

The scandals went on a few days regarding Garrow's gun. How did he get it in? Well, his son came to visit and placed it in a bucket of fried chicken. Upon going through the metal detectors, he handed the chicken to a guard by the side of the metal detector. The guard handed it back to him after he passed through. DUH. The gun and the chicken NEVER went through the detector!

Another scandal was the medical condition. Garrow never needed the wheelchair. He used the ploy to get into a Medium or Minimum Security Facility to plan his escape. It worked.

For more on Garrow, check out

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Thursday, June 20, 2002

Why won't the counter work? Argh. I just want the counter to work. That's not asking too much, is it? I mean, I'm sure I'm not swamped with visitors... yet. But I would like to get the counter and a comments section up and running. Just in case, y'know...
Well, after a bit of multi-posting, the test seems to have worked. Hopefully, I've deleted the extras. If not, tough. I'm new at this.

I can't believe I'm just arriving on the Big Blog Scene so late in the game. After all, I'm a natural for this sort of medium. Well, except the the reposting bit, that is. I like to blather (or blog) on about all kinds of stuff. Just a few tidbits about me, the one who controls your mind as long as you keep reading this blog:
Alas, I'm not all that young anymore. :::sniffle:::
I am woman. And, yeah... I can roar if the need arises.
I am in NJ, USA. I'm not from here. I was sent here to fight the mutants. Er... okay... I was transferred here by work.
I live in the Greater NYC Metropolitan Area and love Manhattan. I wish I could afford to live there with no roommates. But, since I can't, I will continue living in NJ and be a very short hop away.
My tastes are a bit eclectic and include books, music of all kinds, writing, cats, roller-skating, skiing, messing around with computers and expanding my mind.
I'm a news buff, as well as a cop buff at times.
I myself, however, am not buff.
I like buffets, though. Does that count?
And I do have some Jimmy Buffet on CD, I don't need to be no steenkin' Buff.
So there.

To show what a great news buff I am, here's a brief of an AP news story I noticed the other day:
An 80 year old woman pleaded no contest to assaulting her neighbor by spraying her with a can of Raid insect killer. She claimed she did so because the neighbor was a pest. The elderly woman's pink Suzuki Samurai had recently been confiscated from her because she was attempting run down folks she didn't like. In an interview after her plea, she said, "I guess I'll just be a little old lady from now on."

Hey, I didn't say I was a heavy news buff. :)

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