BLADE RUNNER
We should have a talent show, at the Pov. some night. Great, we can have people, sing, dance, and the drag queens, can have a fashion show, in what they wear every day! LOL. I am jealous of you, having a better, credit score, than I have. I have a rockin' credit score, because, I paid off a car, last year. Lewis . . . the difference between, the ones on that side of the counter, and this, is, you have the keys to the paper towel and garbage box dispensers! LOL. No comment. Hey, can I go to the movie at the library tonight? Sure, that would be fine. Great, a weekend night on the town, so to say. You've got to be fucking kidding me! This is the last time, I take a recommendation from two guys, on a movie. Harrison Ford is generally in some pretty good movies . . . it must be good. OMG. I don't want to embarrass the library staff, and get up and walk out, after the first half hour, but seriously, this much, nudity? What if we produced a movie, that was just the opposite, gender, but the same theme . . . male angels . . . the perfect male angels . . . no, the bell on the penis is not right, stab the fucker! Mommy knows, best, daddy serving mommy, as Mr. Cleaver, tie and all for dinner! FUCK, who wrote this shit? THE CIA? This is reminiscent of the FUCKING STEPFORD WIVES!
TWO-N-HALF HOURS OF SHEAR TORTURE LATER . . . NO BUS . . . AN HOUR WALK FROM THE LIBRARY TO THE POVERELLO CENTER, SLOW . . . NO FUCKING BED?
So, what movie did you see? BLADE RUNNER! THE ALL TIME WORST MOVIE, I HAVE EVER SEEN . . . I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU A 30 DAY OUT FOR MAKING THAT COMMENT! LOL. Come on, that is an '80's movie, futuristic, and you have to admit, that it is forward, looking, and cool. No, it is dirty, gray, ugly, stupid, exploits women, is a pathetic story line . . . a fucking, wooden rocking horse? All that, just to get to the stupid horse!? You have to be fucking kidding me! Okay, that is it, I am writing you up for a 30 day out. By the way, you lost your bed. What, you didn't tell me, when, I asked to go to the movie, that I would, lose my bed, I just got back? I would not have gone, had I known that. You, need to sleep in the hall upstairs. Oh. Next time, I ask to go somewhere, tell me, I am losing my bed! Shit. Whatever. No blankets left? I guess not. Where did all these chicks come from, taking up the overflow room? Beats me? Two inch, 3 year old mat, with no cushion left, and a sheet with the fucking lights on? Hell, no . . . sleep came, sitting up in the corner of the laundry room, with the thin sheet, and my navy blue, prison issued, very gratefully, warm coat! What a night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCREAM.
FACE(S) OF BETRAYAL . . . THE SICK ROSE. --William Blake
O Rose, thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out they bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
This book, is like, I said, written by a former prosecutor, turned author of I think, eleven books. It is a blast to read, seeing that, all three of the main characters: (1) the prosecutor; (2) the FBI agent; and (3) the news anchor woman, can all be played by me! In the story, though, there is a murder of a young, 17 year old, page, home for Christmas, who is doing a year long, internship, in Washington, D.C. working with senators from all 50 states. The three high school friends, all end up, at the same, place, in time, taking on, this murder, from, three different angles. I thought, that the story, so far, is a "blast to read" and reminds me of, my case, and the players, involved, only, they are taking the life of one, women, former, friend, sister, and fellow attorney, and, rather than, three, on one crime, it is three women, in one, handling, a multitude of crimes, as if they were one!
There are some interesting, bits of dialogue and character development, that, might give some insight into my case, without talking specifically, about my case . . . but, taking not a direct, correlation, but, a similar, analogical, layout of, the many, bases, I have and do cover, and need to cover, to solve my own, case! I thought, rather than, bore investigators with the same old shit, perhaps, some of this dialogue, might, appear, similar, but, and spark some, new, avenues to discover, coming from a different perspective, and one, that is coming from, a professional, such as myself! I will just do my signature, style, and bullet, without, explaining too much, just hoping, that someone has been following the case, close enough or from the first who can use this as a model of some issues, that come, to mind, in connection with my case!
- Let me tell you about this case someone else in cyber crimes is handling. He's working with Jack in your office on it, Allison. What happens is: Husband and wife get a divorce. he moves out of state. Then he goes online and puts an ad on an adult sex site. and in the ad, he claims to be the ex-wife. he says, 'This is my name, this is my phone number, this is my address, this is where I work, this is the kind of car I drive and the license number, and here's my picture.' But all the info he gives is hers. And then he says, 'Oh, and my fantasy is to be stalked and raped.'" Allison shook her head. How could someone who had promised to love and honor another human replace that with a rage so intense it caught things on fire? Nicole continued, "So another guy answers the post. Of course, his thinks he's talking to the ex-wife. and the ex-husband pretends to be her and says, 'yeah, this is my biggest fantasy, ha, ha. If you do it, I'll pretend o resist because it just enhances the excitement.'" Cassidy squirmed in her seat like a little kid. "Then what happened?" "So this guy breaks in while the ex-wife is asleep one night. And he's got a dozen roses and a box of See's candy and a gag and a pair of handcuffs. And the whole time she's fighting him off, he's getting more and more excited, because it's just like she said it would be. he gets one handcuff on her, but before he can cuff her to the bed, she beans him with the bedside lamp. When he wakes up, he's under arrest and he's the one wearing the cuffs." Nicole looked at Allison. "The dilemma for your office is, what do we charge him with? Attempted rape? Or what?"
- "I don't want you to give anyone ideas. all I need is a bunch of biter ex-husbands setting it up so that some stranger kills their ex." Cassidy looked self-righteous.
the public has a right to know." Nicole snorted, "Don't give me that. It's just pure titillation.
There's nothing a potential victim could do to stop this. All you're doing is giving bad guys ideas. - In today's world, a computer holds everything. E-mail, IM log, journal, calendar, shopping list, even last time on the computer. Whit the latter, they might be able to nail down the last time Katie was in he house. . . . At the lab, the techs would be able to bring up all the laptop's past history, even if it had been erased. Everything that came across the machine was cached in little nooks and crannies that the average user knew nothing about. With the right tools, any secrets could come spilling out. there could be a clue in an e-mail--an invitation to meet or even a threat. the compeer was already on, so she opened it up. On the Internet browser she looked to see the last place Katie had visited. It was myspace.com/theDCpage. Nic clicked. . . . Alive on the screen. Nic just hoped Katie was alive in real life. She clicked on one of the blog entries at random. I was labeled simply "Rules."]
- Floyd the cat sprawled on her lap, deliriously kneading her thigh with his sharp claws.
- Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."
- Her hair was a dark as her sister's was blonde. Wasn't there a fairy tale about two sisters, one dak and one fair? Snow White and Rose Red, maybe that was it. She's three years older than me. We haven't gone to he same school for a long time. But she's really smart. Evey teacher that had her thinks I'm going to be as smart as her. But I'm not." "It sounds like she casts a long shadow." . . . "You mean it is hard being Katie Converse's little sister? It's not. She's nice to me."
- It's energy. I receive an impression of the energy the person is sending out. It doesn't matter if they're not dead to me."
- Lorna's eyes widened. "Let me ask you something. If I start checking up on you, what am I going to find? Is everything squeaky clean and aboveboard? Or is something going to come crawling out from under a ruck? Lorna opened her mouth, but no words came out. Wayne and Valerie looked nervously back and forth between the two of them. "That's what I thought," Nic said, finally straightening up. "When you leave, I suggest you keep your head down and or say one word to anyone. and if I find out that you have defrauded the Converses in any way, or if you try to use this to make some kind of profit, then so help me, I will start digging. and I have a feeling you won't like what I will do when I find something."
- Allison decided to start with the big picture. "Tell me, what was Katie like?" . . . "She's nice." . . . "Katie and me, we were friends when we were really little. Our moms met in some kind of 'mommy and me; class when we were like two. But we got older and we got different." . . . "To be honest, Katie's kind of a suck-up. Adults like her more than kids do." "A suck-up?" "You know, an overachiever. She wants to get straight A's, she wants to go to Harvard, she wants to be a lawyer. She has this whole plan. She says she's going to be president someday." . . . "She has friends," . . . "Friends like her. so of course there aren't a lot."
OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!
THE QUEEN HAS SPOKEN. A LIST OF DEMANDS!
LUCK THAT LASTS A LIFETIME!
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!
MAY THE LUCK OF THE IRISH, BE WITH YOU!
A KISS FROM THE IRISH!
LOVE CHANGES EVERYTHING!
LOVE'S WILD DESIRE.
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