OK, here’s a show that must have been dreamed up by a dude hitting the bong just a bit too hard.
Take one Portland PD detective. His aunt shows up, dying, tells him he’s the last of the Grimms. Which he knows, because his last name is Grimm. “No, you silly, like the Brothers Grimm. Famous monster hunters!” Umm, what?
Cop starts chasing a bunch of supernatural creatures around Portland, Oregon. His new best buddy and supernatural sidekick is a reformed “Big Bad Wolf” who likes to fix clocks and watches. His actual detective partner, a rather oblivious but good-natured black man, has no idea why Detective Grimm is suddenly drawing all the weirdo cases. And then finding that what he learns while solving the cases is more disturbing than the murders were. The boss cop is a sort of cross between Voldemort and a snappy dressing Chuck Schumer. He’s evil, against Grimms, but for some reason doesn’t slaughter him right away. The comic relief is an Asian beat cop who ends up doing a lot of their legwork.
If I pitched this, I’d get laughed out of every studio in four countries. They’d probably try to have my mental health checked. A supernatural police procedural? With monsters who are constantly defying stereotypes? You’ve got to be kidding me.
Yet it works. You kind of like all the characters. Especially the reformed Big Bad Wolf. He’s a hoot. More like a curious child than a nightmare horror. You even feel a bit sorry for the Chuck Schumer character when a cursed coin makes him think he’s the second coming of Benito Mussolini.
And the Asian cop? Awesome. I come from Los Angeles originally. When you live out west you get used to the fact that lots of Chinese descended Americans have lived in the US longer than most of our families. It’s cool to see a totally integrated American cop with an Asian face. They’ve been here since at least the Trans Continental Railroad. Time to start casting them like they are just another flavor of American, rather than Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan.
It’s on DVD on Netflix. Give it a watch, you’ll like it. I got a big laugh out of the shout out to Deadmau5. Who knows what part will make you crack up.
You all know that I favor the robbery prevention method of shooting the robber multiple times in the face. In my mind, the robber survives just long enough to regret all his bad life choices. Sometimes, however, discretion is the better part of valor.
You can just see him standing there at the desk, thinking, “Hey, that’s not the way I’d planned it.” The robber fled the scene and is still at large.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to rob a person you can’t catch?
People die from “just give them what they want.” They cooperate, hand over the money and get shot dead. This clerk has grasped the basic principle that “if you can’t catch me, you probably can’t kill me.”
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All three are registered Democrats, and all three work directly in Democrat politics, so we can rule out angry Republicans.
The cops are kind enough to let us know that they don’t think it was “domestic” in nature. By that I’m assuming they are politely trying to say that it wasn’t some “love triangle” thing.
So unless we posit that the Dems are a criminal organization, this appears to be a case of three totally non-criminal people in an attempted (if she survives) murder. I imagine that the story will be interesting if the cops ever let us hear what actually happened.
On a side note. The names of the two political consultants. Who the heck named these two? Do their parents hate them? Or are names like that the NC equivalent of “Skipper” and “Muffy,” the sort of weird names that rich people give their kids?
With the confusion of a gunfight it would probably never occur to them that they were taking fire from another direction.
My rifle is zeroed for 50 yards, so it would hit just slightly low at the 20 to 30 yards we are seeing here. It’s probably a gimme shot. Bang-Bang, Bang-Bang. If they move to continue the fight after getting shot, I’ve got another 16 rounds in the ready mag and 210 more in 30 round mags.
They are in a poor tactical position in any state but an anti-gun state like Massachusetts.
Instapundit linked to a story on why we don’t have hoverboards. As if the silly skateboard things from Back to the Future II are anything but a lawsuit waiting to happen.
Nope, if anti-gravity is invented it won’t be hoverboards nor even cheap access to space that will be the moneymaker. It’ll be beds.
Think about it. How many times have you been lying in bed saying “The Gravity is Too Damn High!” while feeling totally exhausted after what should have been a good night’s sleep? What you need is the Grav-Number Bed.
Maybe your wife likes to sleep at the moons gravity level, with her Grav-Number set at 16. But what if you prefer Mars? Your Grav-Number would be 38.
Think about it. You get shoulder pain like I do from sleeping on your side? Lower gravity is the answer. Crick in your neck from ending up in an awkward sleeping position in your old Full Gravity bed? Lower gravity is the answer.
I should be at the airport right now enjoying my free probulation with purchase of an airline ticket. Southwest had a seat, probably not a reserved seat, but a seat on a non-stop to Tampa, Florida for a work related conference. Unfortunately I coughed up blood this morning, so that kind of limits my travel options.
Let’s start with the good news. Doc took a chest x-ray and has pretty much ruled out Tuberculosis. That’s good. I thought that Val Kilmer did a great job as Doc Holliday in Tombstone, but I’m not really up for living like that. Some of the new strains of TB are so bad that pretty much nothing kills it. I was exposed to TB when I was in boot camp in the Navy. The Navy prescribed the 6 month course of Rifampicin which I took every single day without fail. In addition to making my pee and sweat orange (seriously), it was supposed to kill off all the TB germs, keeping me from ever getting it.
The bad news is that I’ve been coughing for pretty much 3 weeks straight. The last few days were so bad that in addition to the blood this morning, I’m in a lot of muscle pain in my back and I pulled a groin muscle. Yes, apparently you can pull a groin muscle if you cough hard enough. I’ve been having night sweats, and I’ve dropped 10 lbs in less than three weeks. To be honest, I’m not really worried about the weight loss. I could stand to lose another 30. But when you compare my symptoms to the symptoms of TB, you can see why I was worried. It’s the coughing that’s been the real trial.
Doc had me on a cough suppressant syrup called Tussionex. I worked during the day, and took Tussionex in the evening. It made me loopy. Luckily I’m a funny drunk, not an angry one. This stuff worries me as if you OD on it, you get loopy from the hydrocodone and the chlorpenairamine makes you bleed out of your eyeballs. I’ve been extremely careful with it.
Now my wife is sick. We’re both on some drugs to knock this stuff down, and we’re hoping to see it go away within the week, but we’re not supposed to travel or work during that time. This disappointed my boss, who expected me to come to Tampa for the work meeting, but when I explained about the coughing up blood he seemed to think it was best that I stay at home and recover. I can’t imagine the disruption to the company if I’d managed to pass this to every inspector east of the Mississippi plus most of the senior management.
The best news of all is that right now there’s a roast in the 6qt Crock Pot. It’ll be roast and potatoes for dinner and stew for the rest of the week. Even when she’s sick my wife knows how to throw down in the kitchen.