Words fail me. Go, enjoy.
The only thing missing was a mention of “Nazi midget clowns.” 🙂
Obviously, this feline was napping during the “you have sharp claws and teeth” lecture. First, lunch on two legs walks right past him, and then lunch steals his lunch!
You have to admit, the looks between the two are priceless. 😀
Ah, the love of a good mother: fresh cooked food, a tender word or two, wiping your tears when you skin your knee, and punching you in the gut because she wants to dump you to pursue a career as a stripper:
(Click here to watch the report.)
Police officers arrested a 29-year-old Surprise woman after she reportedly told police she didn’t want her children any longer and punched her 11-year-old son in the stomach in front of officers.
On Friday, police received a call from an 11-year-old boy who said his mother was packing and moving to California and wasn’t taking him or his 6-year-old brother with her.
When police officers arrived, they contacted the 11-year-old outside the family’s apartment in the 16600 block of North Greasewood Street.
According to police spokesman Sgt. Mark Ortega, the boy’s mother, Christina Muniz, came out and told officers that she was “sick of her children” and wanted the police to take them so she can “have fun and play.”
Somehow, I don’t think the court will be giving her back the children — lucky for them.
We had an earthquake about half an hour ago, a good sized one: about 5.7 on the Richter scale, and apparently on the same fault that caused the big Easter Sunday quake a few weeks ago, the Laguna Salada fault. While we felt it only weakly here in Los Angeles, judging from the map showing the main shock and aftershocks, the poor folks down near the border must feel like they’re standing on a drum:
Mexico and California have gotten more active seismologically in recent years. If you live in the area and haven’t done so yet, now my be a good time to check your emergency supplies.
Today’s example: a book I ordered came in the mail this afternoon. But I can’t get it. Why, you ask?
Because, while the box was just small enough to fit into my apartment mailbox (a pigeonhole type in the foyer area), it cannot be removed once the postman closes the front panel; the little door I open to get my mail is a bit smaller in circumference than the pigeonhole itself. So, because only the letter-carrier has the key to that front panel*, I can’t get my book until at least Monday.
Now that’s service.
And, yes, I used that word in the note I left on my mailbox.
*(I asked the complex’s assistant manager, who gave me the bad news. And this was the third time she’d heard of something like this.)
So, a few minutes after I got home this evening, I heard lots of sirens and then helicopters overhead. Naturally, I had to go see what was up. This is what I found, just a few yards from where I live:
Lots of LAPD:
And still more were arriving:
While, behind the police barrier tape, some were talking and waiting for who-knew-what:
This many cops probably meant there was a gun involved, so I thought it best to stay behind the fence and keep the nice officers between me and… whoever they were looking for.
And, to add a surreal moment to this Southland scene, as I ran through the grounds of my building to get that last shot of cops in action, I passed our swimming pool … and two women passionately kissing.
Only in LA. 🙂
A capoeira fighter who must think Hong Kong action movies are documentaries gets what he deserves in a momemnt of comedy gold:
I hope his friends stopped laughing before he woke up. 🙂
PS: Anyone familiar with the opening of the old Dick van Dyke show will know what I mean when I call this an “ottoman moment.”