I’ve been enjoying the Chico State online newspaper as of late. Mostly because they have a great blotter. Such as:
4:59 a.m. Mentally ill person reported on the 100 block of West 17th Street. “Reporting party is at a pay phone saying we need to send the government or someone may get hurt.”
2:34 p.m. Disturbance reported on the 500 block of Orange Street. “Male subject outside waving his hands in the middle of the street and talking about Jesus.”
Remember chain letters? You know, those letters that were sent to a number of people asking each recipient to send copies with the same request to a specified number of others. These evolved into chain emails pretty much requesting the same thing usually promising some great fortune or misfortune as it were. Well, my friends, it is time to discuss a Halloween tradition in the Arden/Carmichael area known as “boo”-ing.
Boo-ing is, and I quote from myfolsom.com (what the…you say? me, too):
A Boo-Gram is a mysterious note, left on neighbor’s doors in the middle of the day. The note is usually a poem of sorts, and a large “Boo!” decoration for their front door. The decoration serves as a means of communicating to other neighbors that this house has already been “hit”. By Halloween, it is not uncommon to see Boo-Grams lining up and down the street on all the doors in some neighborhoods!
Please to enjoy this little tidbit from News10.net regarding a murder investigation in Vacaville. While I’d love to comment on the use of the euphemism “swarthy” to describe the suspect’s complexion, what really caught my eye was this:
Two vehicles are also believed to have present at the time of the woman’s murder. Detectives are trying to locate a blue and gray two-tone mid-1990s Dodge Intrepid and a black or very dark-colored car similar to a Lexus or Nissan Altima. That car has distinctive wheels described as being 18 to 20-inches in diameter with 10 to 12-inch long teardrop-shaped spokes.
Quick, someone call X to the Z to solve this mystery! And who needs a sketch artist when you can use The Ride Pimper.
You knew it was coming Sacramento. Where to begin, where to begin.
It is crafty, I’ll give you that.
Note: The following commentary is from Mrs. TopofIt’s perspective as an educator in Sacramento county.
“Did school start already?†This is probably what many of the officers sent to pick up these “parents†heard this week as Sacramento County held its 10th annual truancy sweep. This time of year school offices are buzzing with new enrollments…those who just realized why their neighborhood was so quiet during the day or why their child suddenly had no one to play with. School is tricky like that. Just sneaks up on you. And with such high expectations of having your child attend 180 days of it, come on, get real. So who cares if you have missed 30? That’s not so bad, right? The real fun lies in the excuses. As a teacher, you hear them all. These range from a simple missing of the bus to grandma’s doctor’s appointment. You can’t really expect a child to attend school when grandma has to have her cataracts dialated? Who could concentrate? Better just stay home.
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Stories like this just make you feel better about yourself, don’t they?
(I’ll pause as you click over and read the story…words, words, bank robbery, words, words, dye, words, red bomb…)
Ok, so what is really great about this report is the description of the suspects at the end.
The suspects are described as males in their late teens or early 20s, each about five feet seven inches tall with short, stocky builds.
That and, well, they have, like, red dye all over their hands, arms, faces, necks…
Hmm, I saw a couple of dudes going into a Cash N’ Go today with red dye on their faces, but, shoot, these guys were closer to 6 feet tall and in their late 20’s. I’ll keep looking.
Way back when, you know, in April we did a post about The Walking Dude phenomenon. Well, today as I walked to lunch with a co-worker I cemented a new phenomenon, The Cruiser Chick. This gal or gals (you can be the judge) is seemingly everywhere in midtown at once. She has black hair and wears bangs and a ponytail. She has a piercing or two along with various tattoos, sometimes obvious, sometimes not so obvious. The bike morphs from having a basket up front to being green to having fenders and back again. Where is she going? How did she get from Alhambra and Capitol to BeachHut Deli in less than the time it took me to get there by car? And why was Locke so calm with a gun pointed at his head…oh, sorry, wrong blog…I will bring a camera with me, I promise, and photograph our two wheeled maiden of midtown. I challenge you to do the same.
I thought it would be fun to test out sac-eat’s “reticular indicator” theory by asking you, our loyal Rag readers, to pay attention to how many check cashing stores you come across this week. Extra credit will be given to those that take notice of how many said stores are next to convenience/liquor stores.
Please comment with your findings. Now try not to think of a banana!
Hey all you Kings fans, not to reign on your, as yet to be held because your team can’t go the distance when it counts, parade, but our own Sacramento Monarchs have the distinction of being the “first professional basketball team in Northern California to win a national basketball title.”
Well, uh, unless you count the Golden State Warriors sweep of the Washington Bullets in 74-75.
Way to go News10.net!
UPDATE: Thanks to Sac Rag author Stickie for letting News10 know about their most egregious error. The people spoke and the people won! The Rags got juice, y’all.
Came across this blog today that I feel may pique a few of our reader’s interest.
Some lowlights include:
…preventing labeled gang members from “standing, sitting, walking, driving, gathering or appearing, anywhere in public view or any place accessible to the public†…most criminal activity involving graffiti, possession or sale of drugs and weapons, vandalism, assault and theft involving nonwhite assailants are labeled as gang-related.
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