Bad tines: Robbery by fork

http://blog.seattlepi.com/seattle911/archives/170712.asp?source=rss

Seattle police report that officers arrested for two men and a woman Monday night after after several pedestrians reported being robbed — at the point of a fork.

The robberies took place near First Avenue Northeast and Northeast 170th Street. The fork in question was held to look like a knife.

No word on whether it was a salad, dinner or serving fork. But officers got it. The fork apparently didn’t put up a fight.

Rules for Time Travelers

http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/cosmicvariance/2009/05/14/rules-for-time-tr...

Remember Rule 0: no paradoxes. If you have reliable records of having made some unwise decisions regarding your social life in high school, then those decisions were made, and can’t be un-made. Even if you go into a different branch of the wave function, where you bestow some wisdom-of-experience on your younger self, you would only be changing the history of that universe. There is still the universe you left behind, with all of your bad decisions still intact. That’s life in the multiverse for you.

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Damien Jurado - Medication

It just so happens I have many concerns
My brother down the road and my lover in town
They both need affection
And some kind of love

Well I’m the one who gives it at any given time
From two in the morning to six
Call me up and cry

My lover keeps it secret that we meet under covers
When asked by her man if we two are lovers
She says, “I hardly know him.
Besides, he’s not my type.”

Her man’s a policeman with a keen sense of trouble
He’s known just by danger
And all kinds of liars

Brother called this morning in a terrible panic
Spies in the closet, bugs in the attic
He screams bloody murder saying,
“We’re all gonna die.

Death is upon me, I know ‘cause he showed me
Pictures of graveyards and us underneath.”

I’m losing my hearing from my brother screaming,
“They’re coming to get me and
Someone call the police.”

Two in the morning, the phone disconnected
Her man knows I’m calling, it’s what I expected
A note on my backdoor saying, “Baby not tonight.”

So I sit with my brother who is nursing a cut wrist
He’s mumbling “Forgive me.”
And “Don’t let them take me away.”

I can be a good boy and stay out of trouble
Jackie I love you and
Don’t let them take your brother

Strapped to a table, go in electrodes
“Jackie come save me the doctors will kill me.”
“No, they’re here to help you
Straighten out your mind.”

The TV is blaring with some preacher saying that
God is among us and he hears our cries

Lord, do me a favor
It’s wrong but I ask you
Take my brother’s life

‘Cause he’s sick of the suffering
The pills he’s inhaling
The cross he is bearing
That is his troubled mind.