Monthly Archives: December 2010

Why Would I Ever Need A Gun In A Bar/Restaurant?

I am asked this from time to time. The answer is always some variation of “Because I can’t know where there will or won’t be some thug with a gun/knife/friends who wants to rob me/beat me/ kill me (or some combination thereof).

To witness that such things happen:

E. Nashville Restaurant Full Of Customers Robbed

Around 11:20 p.m., two men armed with guns walked into the Holland House restaurant on West Eastland Avenue and ordered everyone in the building to the floor. Capt. Chris Taylor with the Metro Police Department said there were 30 to 40 people inside the restaurant at the time of the robbery. 

“I looked at my friend and said, ‘Is this for real?’ because it almost seemed like a joke,” said Adrienne Rush, who was at the restaurant during the robbery. “They just kept on saying, ‘Stay down. Do not stand up.’ I think, in my head, I was praying, ‘Please, hopefully no one is about to get shot.'” 

The men stole phones and other items from customers along with money from the cash registers.

Around 11:20 p.m., two men armed with guns walked into the Holland House restaurant on West Eastland Avenue and ordered everyone in the building to the floor. Capt. Chris Taylor with the Metro Police Department said there were 30 to 40 people inside the restaurant at the time of the robbery.”I looked at my friend and said, ‘Is this for real?’ because it almost seemed like a joke,” said Adrienne Rush, who was at the restaurant during the robbery. “They just kept on saying, ‘Stay down. Do not stand up.’ I think, in my head, I was praying, ‘Please, hopefully no one is about to get shot.'”The men stole phones and other items from customers along with money from the cash registers.

 

This is in a hip, arty part of Nashville that seems to be somewhat gentrified, and certainly nicer than some of the parts of Phoenix I find myself in from time to time. Like I said, you just never know.

H/T to WizardPC over at Linoge’s place.

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Tactical Stocking!!!

A friend got me this for Christmas (presumably for the underlying joke that I need as much tacticool as I can get, being extremely low-speed high-drag *g*). It may or may not be currently sporting an ARfcom zombie hunter squad patch…


Oh *Hell* No…”Patients will need to be fingerprinted under new law to pick up certain pills”

I don’t think so.

PEORIA, Ariz. – Under a new law, patients would be required to be fingerprinted when picking up your medication.

The City of Peoria is considering fingerprinting everyone who picks up prescription pills so that if the customer is suspected of prescription fraud, his or her fingerprints are on file for law enforcement. Police say prescription theft and fraud cases are increasing. When fraudulent or stolen prescription pads turn up, pharmacy staff calls police. Nevertheless, arresting or prosecuting a fraud suspect can be difficult so the city wants to require fingerprints from customers who pick up painkiller medications such as Percocet, Vicodin or Oxycontin.

I would find ANY way to avoid this – it is bad enough that I have to show a driver’s license and sign a form to buy freakin’ Sudafed. Simply ridiculous.


If Only We COuld Be The People Our Dogs Think We Are

Because they think we’re the best thing in the world, unconditionally.

A soldier gets greeted by his dog upon returning from Afghanistan. I’ve seen it before but didn’t repost it, and I should have because everyone loves a happy dog.


InCase You Thought The War on Terror Was Just For Men…

(L-R) Sargent Sheena Adams, 25, and Lance Corporal Kristi Baker ,21, Hospital Corpsman Shannon Crowley, 22, US Marines with the FET (Female Engagement Team) 1st Battalion 8th Marines, Regimental Combat team II pose at their forward operating base on November 17, 2010 in Musa Qala, Afghanistan.

Ladies, thank you for your service.


Academic Funny

Via my wife, who knew full well I would find this freakin’ hilarious.

 

 

 

 

You laugh, sure, but check out the Annals of Improbable Research sometime and tell me again what academia (where, admittedly, we make our living) is doing?