Vote Gwen Moore US Congress
Mood:  accident prone
Now Playing: Sign MIA
Topic: Repeat Offenders
So the Political Pranksters struck again last night. This time they thought about taking the Kerry Edwards booby trapped, but opted for an off camera, no strings attached Gwen Moore sign. I don't think they know that there is acamera, but they knew that the Moore sign was an easier target, which makes me think that they had a bad experience with Kerry Edwards (sign). I'm waiting for them.
Ahh, the Heroism of Bush supporters.

Local Police
Mood:  on fire
Now Playing: Santa Claus is Coming to Town
Topic: Unbelibabadoo
I've been asked about what the Local Police are doing. I called 3 times about the signs, but I didn't ask them to come out until after I was interviewed and before the News Story Aired. They had a good chuckle becuase I gave them a cigarette butt in a plastic baggy (ala CSI) that the hoodlum from 8-29 dropped on my front steps. The trick is figuring out who these guys really are, and where they live. At the begining of the week next week, I'm going to start circulating flyers in the neighborhood with still frame grabs. Somebody's probably bragging, and somebody's going to get ratted out.

The News Story
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: Tonite
Here's the News Story including the lead in from 9:11 pm during the closing ceremonies of the olympics.News Story- Video Vigilante

Ringing Doorbell
Mood:  surprised
Topic: WTF
So, I'm sleeping.
And the doorbell rings. It's 12:30 in the morning. I'm not answering that. 20 seconds later, rings again.
I slip on my wife's terry red robe and slither out to the dining room. Peering through the foyer and through the beveled glass. Nobody at the front door. Check the west side. Nope. Scurry sideways to the front windows. Starting at the bottom louver of the blinds, I'm peeking out.
Yep, there's the guy. African American, 5'8", scruffy goatee, dark ball cap, white satin-like shirt with black snaps on the front out on the side walk looking at the house.
I watched him leave and walk north, cross the street, and disappear into somebody else's front yard. Needless to say, every little creak and movement from my wife and baby was heard, and perceived to be the initial stages of the home invasion. I need a nap.