This is why you don't scream while playing in a pool. It's like crying "wolf." This poor kid yelled for help while DROWNING in a park pool because the neighbors who heard his cries decided that loud yelling from the pool area was , "such a common occurrence during the summer, they say, that they don't bother calling the police." His body was found at 4pm the next day in the pool.
The kids who live across the street from me scream and screech so much from their pool. It's absolutely terrible. How do I know when they're unattended? How can I tell the difference between a crazy game of Marco Polo and holy crap, bobby just hit his head on the diving board? When I was little, Dad you can probably attest to this, I was a pretty quiet one. And I remember that both of the pools I swam in (the Rossettos and the Holtes for those of you keeping track) definitely had 'no yelling' rules.
Ah - I don't know why this bothers me so much... But he was 12!
Friday, June 30, 2006
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Summer
This World Cup business has got me thinking.
I need goals.
It being Hangover Wednesday and all, I think I will start with one about Haahhhbah Pahhk (which I apparently wish was located in Southie somewhere...)
I will have a shot of Jager with Boomer and/or Gay Raul by the end of the summer.
Mark my words.
Next week is the 4th of July, I'll be out of town and the Pahhk will be crazy anyways, but I'll start working on it in 2 weeks. It will give me time to plot.
Perhaps a DBP will be convincing. They usually are.
I would also like to swing dance with that old guy - but I think his aged (although incredibly cute - both of them!) wife could take me, easily. She has a cane.
I need goals.
It being Hangover Wednesday and all, I think I will start with one about Haahhhbah Pahhk (which I apparently wish was located in Southie somewhere...)
I will have a shot of Jager with Boomer and/or Gay Raul by the end of the summer.
Mark my words.
Next week is the 4th of July, I'll be out of town and the Pahhk will be crazy anyways, but I'll start working on it in 2 weeks. It will give me time to plot.
Perhaps a DBP will be convincing. They usually are.
I would also like to swing dance with that old guy - but I think his aged (although incredibly cute - both of them!) wife could take me, easily. She has a cane.
Monday, June 26, 2006
I've invented something awesome
...at least I think I made it up. The name is original at least:
The Double-Butt Punch
It involves me punching everyone on my softball team in the butt, one cheek at a time - alternating cheeks (a left, right, left, right if you will... and I know you will)
They love it! Julie is the only other person who doles out the DBP, but everyone's gotten at least one. Some people prefer the open palmed ass-slap. To each his own.
The best Double But Punches, to date, took place at the Pig's Eye Pub on Friday night, when people were playing pool. I did it to everyone, and one of the Matts on our team brought his lame-ass girlfriend. She was the only one who didn't appreciate the punches. She was standing in a circle of people I knew... therefor either a. asking for it, or b. I was sure that she would have felt left out had I not attempted. She turned around instantly and said (quite seriously and a little scarily) I don't even KNOW you. Which is barely true, because I met her before at that very same bar a week before. I won't ever touch her again - and she will be sorry.
The Double-Butt Punch
It involves me punching everyone on my softball team in the butt, one cheek at a time - alternating cheeks (a left, right, left, right if you will... and I know you will)
They love it! Julie is the only other person who doles out the DBP, but everyone's gotten at least one. Some people prefer the open palmed ass-slap. To each his own.
The best Double But Punches, to date, took place at the Pig's Eye Pub on Friday night, when people were playing pool. I did it to everyone, and one of the Matts on our team brought his lame-ass girlfriend. She was the only one who didn't appreciate the punches. She was standing in a circle of people I knew... therefor either a. asking for it, or b. I was sure that she would have felt left out had I not attempted. She turned around instantly and said (quite seriously and a little scarily) I don't even KNOW you. Which is barely true, because I met her before at that very same bar a week before. I won't ever touch her again - and she will be sorry.
Friday, June 02, 2006
Stick-to-it-iveness
Connecticut is full of so much awesome.
Walter Perlotto, age 26:
Did he go to medical school? I doubt it.
Does he have a valid driver's licence? Maybe.
Is he a creepy guy who listens intently to police scanners all day? Yessir.
Does he want to save lives? Hell yes.
"A police representative said that Perlotto pretended to be an EMT and actually treated at least one patient."-NBC30
The scariest part of the story is that Wally apparently got to the scene of the 911 calls before the actual ambulances arrived.
Ah... a modern day superhero, charged with criminal impersonation and reckless endangerment.
Walter Perlotto, age 26:
Did he go to medical school? I doubt it.
Does he have a valid driver's licence? Maybe.
Is he a creepy guy who listens intently to police scanners all day? Yessir.
Does he want to save lives? Hell yes.
"A police representative said that Perlotto pretended to be an EMT and actually treated at least one patient."-NBC30
The scariest part of the story is that Wally apparently got to the scene of the 911 calls before the actual ambulances arrived.
Ah... a modern day superhero, charged with criminal impersonation and reckless endangerment.
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