Killing the Neighbors Dogs

[Greg_phpbb3_import1]

So, the neighbors dogs cornered a possum on the fence last night around 1:15. I awoke to the sound of some furious scratching from the fence and I went to investigate what caused the racket. Also the dogs from both neighbors were losing their minds barking.

I arrived at the moment the possum reached the top of the fence. Which put me in prime position to watch Cuchulain launch himself to the top of the fence with the aid of the trellis against the fence. As I tried to make sense of all the various stimuli, Dogs Barking Possum Sillohuette Really cold feet on stone, Cuchulain launched himself again.

I dragged both my dogs back into the house and closed the doors. They settled and went to sleep. One commenced his farting. The Neighbor dogs barked for the next hour at the top of their lungs. I guess the possum had no where to go and remained on the fence. The neighbor dogs had open schedules and weren't planning to go to work in two hours so they kept up the racket.

So who is coming to visit?

[Drunk Monk]

Look what happened near my house yesterday. My morning commute was police tape and evidence markers. We got re-routed all over. It was total CSI and everyone wanted to rubberneck.

FREMONT
Police shoot, wound suspected car thief
Henry K. Lee
Friday, November 16, 2007

A suspected car thief was shot and wounded by Fremont police Thursday at the end of a chaotic chase during which he twice exchanged gunfire with officers, authorities said.

Jorge Cazarez, 23, of Fremont was shot twice and was taken to Eden Medical Center in Castro Valley. He was later released and taken to Santa Rita Jail in Dublin, where he was booked on four counts of attempted murder of a police officer, police Detective Bill Veteran said.

The incident began at 2 a.m. when officers stopped a stolen burgundy Honda near Fremont Boulevard and Tamayo Street, authorities said. Police, following standard procedure, ordered the driver out of the car at gunpoint, but the driver drew a gun and fired at officers, Veteran said.

The officers returned fire, and the suspect took off in the Honda, police said.

The driver then abandoned the car near a gas station at Fremont Boulevard and Thornton Avenue and again fired shots at officers as he fled, Veteran said. Police again returned fire.

A police dog found Cazarez hiding in some bushes, and officers found his gun nearby, Veteran said.

Four officers who exchanged gunfire with the suspect were placed on routine paid administrative leave pending investigations by police and the Alameda County district attorney's office.

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cg...002&sc=891

[Greg_phpbb3_import1]

And your involvement in this was.......? I don't believe in your innocence. Never did. Never will

[Drunk Monk]

...I was just trying to return some rental DVDs. I don't want no trouble.

It made for a hellishly surreal commute. People were freaked out. Some just stopped their cars for no reason as we all scrambled to get around the mess. Others would suddenly turn around and go back. Weird energy to wake up too.

[The Queen]

I was wondering who still went to the store for DVDs vs. having them sent.

[Drunk Monk]

The should be obvious. I make my living in the martial arts. I gotta be old skool.

Actually our Blockbuster is in walking distance. It's almost closer than our mailbox....

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

One measly little fire-fight and some of the neighbors were calling in "freaked-out" to work?

Candy-Ass Bridge and Tunnel punks. Prolly get PTSD from playing "Medal of Honor".

[Drunk Monk]

There's actually a lot of meth here. In fact, a lot of it goes down right around that neighborhood. My old buddy Steve used to live right there. He was the one who came to one DOOM gathering - Ichi I think - and abandoned us. No stomach for it.

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

There's a lotta meth everywhere.

Here's my latest weirdness and it cost me a cuppa coffee, so you know it's true:

I hadda break between my kiddie-lessons at HFC in Da Mission and driving down to Palo Alto to teach more kids, so off I walk to Muddy Waters on Valencia/16th to getta cuppa joe.

After acquiring my usual "Hot Cup of 'Why Bother?'" (four shots of decaf espresso in a small cup with a little steamed milk) I was strolling back down 17th street, away from the yuppies and towards the hookers and the dealers when i noticed that a UC Med minibus that passed me had a stream of sparks dripping out of the front of the vehicle.

The minibus stops for the light at 17th Street and Mission and the sparks are still dripping out and I can see the cheery jack o'lantern flickering glow of firelight coming out of the engine compartment, illuminating the wheel-well.

I knock on the door of the minibus to get the drivers attention. He ignores me. Bad neighborhood, big guy knocking on the door thinking it is a public bus...I knock some more and start yelling and pointing to the front wheel-well. He waves me off. I bend down to look pointedly at the lovely little flames dancing in the engine compartment by the wheel. Driver ignores me. I take the top off of my coffee and throw it in the wheel-well on the flames. He looks startled and slowly opens the door.

"Dude, you're on fire" (I speak fluent Californian). The driver speaks mainly Tagalog, though, and looks really surprised and confused at the flames when he see them. He scrambles back into the bus and comes out with a fire extinguisher, looks confused again, and holds it towards me and asks "can you help me?"]

Of course I can, Citizen! Stand back - Captain Yeti is here!

I shake my head and take the extinguisher, pull the pin, and take the few minutes necessary to put out the stubborn little fire. Something has heated a large bolt to red hot and it is repeatedly igniting some fuel or oil.

As I squirt the chemicals on the fire, I hear the driver talking on his cell phone to his dispatcher: "I stop and get out when I smell smoke" "no, no i put out the fire". I glance back at him with a raised eyebrow, still working the extinguisher, "this nice man is helping me".

I put the fire out and set the extinguisher down. He is still nattering to his dispatcher and I don't have time to get another cuppa kawfee. I pick up my empty cup and head back to the fencing club, dropping the cup in a garbage can on the way, stepping around the shopping cart, over the urine puddle and walking past the hooker.

It's a beautiful evening in the neighborhood...

[scapino]

It is opportunities like this that are why I never travel anywhere without a bag of Marshmellows. Nothin' like a good engine block s'more!

[Drunk Monk]

Now hold the phone.... I thought it was Captain Ken... or Captain Scapino... or something else. Regardless, PPFY gets DM's nomination for most nicknames.

Wait...this isn't like my haunted talking doll story, is it?

[thatguy]

Makes me think...next time you can save the coffee and put out the fire by other means. Maybe need to drink the coffee first tho...

--tg