Damn Sniper

October 16th, 2002, 7:21 PM by Goddess

Here’s a fact sheet about the gunman/gunmen.

Wolf Blintzer did a special tonight on the beltway sniper shootings, and he did a piece on how the media is aiding and impeding the case. His survey of the day has viewers voting which letter grade (A-F) that they would give to the media for their coverage. Overwhelmingly, the watchdogs got a big fat F on their report cards.

I could go into what I wrote two posts ago, why I am embarrassed for my media counterparts. But I also have fledgling hope that they truly are evaluating some of the leads they are given, and maybe they truly are using their judgment about what not to report so as not to damage the investigation. I’ve been wrong before, though. The interviewees made a good point that it takes two to tango … that is, someone has to leak explosive information in order for it to be reported. Journalists snatch any little bone, though, and treat it like a steak dinner … but like investigators, journalists also know that some of those bones are, in fact, made out of clouds and papier-maiche.

Gawd, I’ve gotten deep. I need drugs. Badly. Here’s to hoping I finish my SEVEN (how the hell did that happen?) articles and somehow manage to whip together a press release and press CONFERENCE by Monday. This is seriously affecting my weekend plans to get fucked up … while I will most certainly deserve any juicy little pill that I swallow or herb that I smoke, can I afford to be spaced out on Monday? And do I actually have to be at this debacle that I am supposed to organize? Fuck me running.

Over at Amish Tech Support, Laurence suggested that the next target should be Geraldo. Sorry, Larry, I’ve got my hopes on it being Martha Stewart, in town for a doily-making convention. But it would be such a shame to hear passersby cheering on the sniper, wouldn’t it? Were that the case, I wouldn’t turn Sniperoo in … I’d build a memorial in his-or-their honor and display it proudly at the Mall.



Recommended reading

October 16th, 2002, 11:16 AM by Goddess

I’ve been a fan of Dawn Olsen’s blog for the past few weeks, because she’s got some intelligent things to say about the beltway sniper. She also attracts a lot of commentary from ex-military types, and of course I leave comments because I am not a troll (i.e., I’d love it if more of my faithful readers would contribute their thoughts to my rants!!!).

At any rate, I posted a comment on one of her entries, and I just wanted to share my rant here:

The new info about it being an olive-skinned man is kind of unnerving. What if it’s someone pissed off about the bombings in the middle east and is trying to make his own sort of warped justice? Probably half of the population here in NoVA fits that description. I know the cops have license plate digits, at least a portion of them. I just wish they would TELL us what combination of numbers to look for. We all have cell phones … I’m ready to put the tip line number on my speed dial. Empower the residents, damn it!!! And I’d be pretty damn happy to see military planes flying overhead, scoping out this fuckwit. In this case, I should hope that military intervention would be approved to assist the cops.

Bleah. Back to work. 🙂



Conspiracy theories … rather, just plain bitchin’

October 16th, 2002, 7:21 AM by Goddess

Shan, IKEA Boy and I all have what I believe to be a certain level of common sense that actually surpasses the highest level of intelligence. When we hear about things going on in the news, like the beltway sniper debacle, we are quick to figure out what should have been done during the investigation and how it should proceed, because we have an uncanny way of seeing facts differently than the way they were presented to us.

I am embarrassed at the behavior of many of the journalists. The networks are in mad competition to rush info across the airwaves, even if it’s incorrect, just so they can claim that THEY were “First On the Scene” — which they probably weren’t. I watch press conferences led by Chief Moose in Montgomery County, Md., where they antagonize him with the same questions asked 30 different ways, and I shudder. Of course you’re supposed to ask multiple questions, to either get him to release more info than he planned or to maybe get a usable soundbite from him (he’s not the most eloquent speaker I’ve ever heard, that’s for damn sure — I mean, he tells the media to cooperate “wit” him and then the next day tells them to cooperate “wif” him. Who’s with me on requiring public figures to attend a speech class?).

Of course, it must be said that’s he’s waaaaaaaayyyyy more coherent than some of the witnesses, who you can tell are FOB (fresh off the boat). I think Cheech and Chong are down here, showing up at all of the terror-stricken areas, providing interviews as supposed eyewitnesses. Fire up another doobie, Paco. Oh, the agony. It’s like listening to Bling-Bling the Crack Expert (MPEG available at Bumfights.com).

At any rate, I know the media are frustrated. I would be, too, were I out there with them. But perhaps I have lost my journalistic edge, but I do understand that there are some facts to which the public is not — and should not — be privy. If releasing certain nuggets of information will mean that the sniper stays 10 steps ahead of us and more blood will be shed, I am completely cool with not knowing/releasing that info. That’s the problem with most journalists (and I say that as a magazine writer myself) … they treat all the info as fair game and report it accordingly, even if that serves to ensure that the three million residents in the metro D.C. area remain sitting ducks for that much longer.

It’s for competition and ratings, I understand that, but that’s why IKEA Boy and I went into print journalism as opposed to broadcast … we have the luxury of waiting for facts to be verified before we can run them. That can bite us in the ass sometimes, as far as the turnaround time, but after people snap off their boob tubes, they pick up a paper … to get the “full” story. And that is why the age-old question, “Will the print media become extinct?” can be answered in one little phrase … HELL no!

IKEA Boy noted that Sniper Boy has yet to strike on a Tuesday or a weekend. Hmm. That means that the odds of someone being targeted today are pretty high. Shit. He made another good point, that every time the sniper gets away, that means that at least one more person will have to die with the token single, fatal shot to the head.

THIS JUST IN

I’m watching CNN’s Headline News, and they are reporting that the sniper (the main one, I think, but there I go with my theories) is olive-skinned, like he’s possibly of a different nationality. That’s an interesting twist … and here’s to hoping that Mohammed (psycho stalker/caller) isn’t the sniper, ’cause I’d be dead! But seriously, the theory of terrorism has been kicked around for two weeks, and while I didn’t buy into it (terrorism to me would mean activities of the 9/11/01 magnitude), it may make sense. And who’s not to say that once someone is caught, the gunshots will cease? Perhaps it is a small terrorist cell.

Whatever it is, we need to give up on the Michaels Craft Store Theory … like, OMIGOD, there was a craft store in the same complex where Monday’s shooting occurred. I think it’s smart to make a mental note of that, but really, the store was not exactly close to the Home Depot in question. And maybe we need to start looking for OTHER vehicles, and this is where Moosehead needs to be releasing a tad bit more info.

Look, I am ashamed of some of the reporters’ behavior, no question about that. But the boys in blue aren’t making quick enough progress in catching this fuckhead, so it may take the public to crack the case. Thus, we NEED those digits on the license plates that some witnesses supposedly caught. We NEED to know things that we can be looking for, because we’re all out crawling along the highways anyway. Might as well utilize citizens … because we’re all watching our asses anyway.

Not only has Sniper Fuck not hit on a Tuesday or a weekend, but consider this — he hasn’t shot a motorist. There must be 60,000 white vans on the highways on any given day. They are beside us, behind us, in front of us, and coming from the opposite direction. If this asshole has no problem shooting people from behind the wheel, what makes us think that we are safe as we sit in Northern Virginia’s famous traffic jams? All the sniper would have to do is be in the far-right or far-left lane so that he could shoot someone and jump onto the shoulder to get the fuck away, if necessary. People drive like fucking freaks down here, and to see someone driving erratically, well, would be no real cause for alarm. I think that’s the next targeted group. And if so, I will not be leaving my house, oh, EVER!!!

That’s my theory, and I’m stickin’ to it!!!



Sniper Fucks with the Feds

October 15th, 2002, 3:34 PM by Goddess

I don’t want to say that it’s a GOOD thing that the most recent sniper victim was an FBI special agent, but I don’t want to imply that it’s a bad thing, either.

FBI agents have a shitty lot in life, because their own are always getting offed. But the positive side of that is that when they get pissed, things happen. This case is going to get cracked, probably sooner rather than later, because now we’ve got the Feds on the warpath. Hell, even the Pentagon may become involved.

I’m more convinced than ever that our sniper is really a merry band of snipers. There are too many police composites out, consisting of: White Chevrolet Astro-type minivan with a ladder rack on its roof; Ford Econovan with a ladder rack on its roof; white box-type truck. Etcetera etcetera. Perhaps all three are truly correct composites, but a little bit of switching is going on amongst the perpetrators. Perhaps a white- or cream-colored van is planted in the same area as a box truck, so that when the box truck gets away, the van is stopped, searched and released — hence, we think, oh well. Better luck next time. Blah.

I have SO FRIGGIN’ MUCH WORK TO DO, yet I’m meeting IKEA Boy and one of his buddies for dinner. I’m gonna be here till goddamn Doomsday, pulling my articles together. Don’t expect any masterpieces this month, kids. Expect miracles. ‘Cause I sure am!



More fun with search strings

October 15th, 2002, 3:33 PM by Goddess

1. drag queen parade dupont circle october 2002

2. elizabeth-forward

3. peter drucker blogs

When the hell did I write about Peter Drucker? I know his work and love it dearly, but I don’t blog about him. Sheesh.



12 Victims, 12 Days

October 14th, 2002, 11:11 PM by Goddess

Less than three hours ago, a woman was shot and killed at Seven Corners, not too far from here. Too close for comfort, in fact.

I’ve been glued to the TV and phone since IKEA Boy called to make sure I was tucked in snugly at home while this was happening. I was grateful for the call and quickly alerted Wobin, Chris and Leslie about it. Particularly Wobin and my grandfather are going nuts over this. If nothing else good has come of our beltway sniper, it made some old friends, including Doug and Kristin, wander out of the woodwork to send along a hello call or message. It’s amazing how tragedy gives us that little wake-up call, that it could very well be us, or our loved ones, who become next on the so-very-random hit list.

And this time, it happened in a covered parking garage. Shit. That’s the one place where we were fooling ourselves into believing that we could be safe. Now, where can we go to hide? Nowhere. Absolutely fucking nowhere. We’re all sitting ducks.

I’m smoking like a fucking chimney (I was “clean” for two months, but it was really the damn X trips that made me crave cigarettes again, even though I haven’t rolled in weeks!). My nerves are just kaput over this sniper business, though. Not to mention, at least two other shootings have occurred but were deemed unrelated or just plain inconclusive. That ain’t right. Does that mean that someone else is out there, conducting their own side spree? And all this business about searching for a white or cream-colored Chevy Astro van … is it just a decoy while the “real” killer slides away, unnoticed, while all of us who saw the composites are looking for this van, which looked suspiciously like the one parked outside my office a few days ago? When will this madness end? And will the people I care about (including myself!) live to tell this story to our children?



Ho’ Improvement

October 13th, 2002, 7:35 PM by Goddess

When you’re po’, you need cheap ways to amuse yourself, so I decided to dye my hair dark and also paint my jewelry armoire. The armoire was silver with gold accents, but as I recently practically burned the thing down with candles, I had some serious scorch marks to disguise. So I bought some black craft paint and painted the top, front and sides, but I left a good bit of silver within view. Then I stenciled stars and crescent moons with a metallic silver pen. It turned out really well, but my stencils are kinda screwy because the pen kept drying up and I ended up doing a lot of them by freehand so that I could better tell when the ink was flowing. I left most of the stars as just outlines, but the ones I screwed up pretty badly, I filled in. It’s kinda artsy, so I am most happy with my work.

IKEA Boy, Bryan, Paul and I went punkin-pickin’ today. We drove out to Leesburg to find a farm that supposedly exists, but the hour-long trip turned into three hours. That’s okay … we totally bonded during our car ride. I love those guys. At any rate, we did find what I call Pumpkin Ghetto, because they had loads of punkins, a petting zoo and unlimited cider, apples and cheesy-cute activities that were perfect on a fall day. Fun, fun.

We drove past signs for Manassas and for Leisure World, where one of the shootings occurred. It was sobering to realize how CLOSE to home that the beltway sniper is hitting, but luckily, he seems to take weekends off, so we weren’t too paranoid. But tomorrow starts another day of waiting and wondering and hoping we will live another day.

Mohammed has called my cell phone no fewer than seven times and has also text-messaged me. I ignored it every time. I regret giving him my number, because if calling seven times in 24 hours is his style, I would absoutely hate dating him. He seems desperate. I should just call back and tell him my girlfriend doesn’t appreciate his insistence! lol.

I remember getting really mad at CTL, who totally put me down by saying that the reason I didn’t want to date him (after months of his asking) was because he was of a different nationality. I thought I proved that untrue (I mean, I fucked him, didn’t I? Albeit regrettably.) In his case, the reason I could never be interested in him was because I was in love with our mutual friend, but I was hurt that he thought I was racist. But during the past few days, I realized that I really DO want to end up with a Caucasian. I don’t think this makes me a bad person, nor a racist.

I don’t have too many standards, but if I feel most attracted to Caucasians, it is my right to limit my dating pool to those who get a sunburn, right? Granted, in my area, finding a white boy is damn near impossible, but I really don’t want to compromise what is one of my few personal standards. I mean, I just want somebody with some amount of higher education, someone who brings in a steady income and someone with whom I would be overjoyed to spend a significant portion of my life. That’s not to say that I won’t fall madly in love with someone outside of those boundaries, but right now, I don’t think I would be a good match for someone who doesn’t meet my basic criteria. I don’t even care, at this point, if it’s a man or a woman, just as long as they look something like me.

I keep hitting the snooze button on the biological clock, so I know that the people I meet now might just be in my life for keeps or at least for a few months/years. I still believe in love at first sight, and if I don’t feel it right away, I can’t guarantee that I will ever feel it. Not to say that I can’t grow to love someone, but there has to be a certain level of physical attraction initially, and just because Mohammed used a good pickup line (“May I have a light … and your phone number?”), I need to not date just to date. I’ve dated/slept with more people just to do it, rather than because I wanted to invest the time in them. Unfortunately, the handful that I viewed as special obviously didn’t reciprocate the passion, and that’s okay. If both people aren’t feeling it, then it isn’t meant to be. And with Mohammed, I hate to say it, but I ain’t feeling it. Am I missing out on someone special? Perhaps. But would I be wasting his time while I tried to act interested? Absolutely.

Attention men, ages 25-37, Caucasian or something close to it, who have attended a college class or more, who are making a fairly decent living and who can be cerebral as well as outright impulsive and wild, E-MAIL ME!!! PLEASE!!! (I’m 28, employed, enjoy my work, dark auburn hair/green eyes, etc. Not desperate, just tired of meeting the wrong men.) Give a despondent gal some hope. I promise you won’t be disappointed!



I met a boy!

October 12th, 2002, 1:40 PM by Goddess

Shan and I were too hungover to do the business meeting/gym visit routine today, so I went out driving to clear my foggy head. I ended up at CVS where I met a man, Mohammed. He was acutally very good-looking and pleasant. I gave him my phone number, and he’s called me at least three times (I didn’t hear the phone ring), and he left one voicemail. I haven’t checked it yet. He seemed sweet, but all I want is a hot white boy. Why are those so hard to find down here?!?!?!

P.S. Note that SM is now Shan, since that’s what I call her anyway. The initials “SM” were reminding me too much of Her Royal Pretentiousness (HRP), my former employer. Eeeek.



Fun with search strings

October 12th, 2002, 1:38 PM by Goddess

I checked my usage stats today, and I found that I had visitors who came to my site after running searches for:

1. Creaming over college boy’s jeans

2. I met a whore in the park one day

I love seeing what people are searching the ‘Net for. 🙂



So what if it’s Saturday?

October 12th, 2002, 1:25 PM by Goddess

My belated Friday Five:

1. If you could only choose 1 cd to ever listen to again, what would it be?

Tara MacLean’s “Passenger”

2. If you could only choose 2 movies to watch ever again, what would they be?

“The Prince of Tides” and “Anywhere But Here”

3. If you could only choose 3 books to read ever again, what would they be?

Judy Blume’s “Summer Sisters,” Pat Conroy’s “The Prince of Tides” and Anais Nin’s “Henry and June”

4. If you could only choose 4 things to eat or drink ever again, what would they be?

Wild Vines’ Blackberry Merlot, Pizza Perfectta’s (in Pittsburgh) pizza with pesto sauce, chicken and extra cheese, Primanti Brothers’ (in Pittsburgh) pastrami sandwich, and my mom’s famous cheeseburger.

5. If you could only choose 5 people to ever be/talk/associate/whatever with ever again, who would they be?

As usual, I interpret the question in two ways: those currently in our lives and those we haven’t seen/contacted in awhile, so of course I am going to have two lists.

Those who are in my life

1. Wobin (my mom)

2. Chris (in Minnesota) and Leslie (in Ireland) — yes, I consider these two a unit because while we all have separate, wonderful friendships, there is just something truly special when the three of us are together.

3. IKEA Boy

4. SM

5. And last but certainly not least, Maddie

Those I’d like to see again

1. MV

2. Brat

3. CR

4. Janna

5. MV (so what if I listed her twice? she was that special to me)