So here I am. It's Saturday evening, just after seven. I'm a young, attractive male who's girlfriend is out of town. Where am I? If you answered, "Out partying with your best buds", you'd be wrong. The correct answer it, "Sitting the assignment desk at KSAT".
Sorry... just got a call for a shooting. Had to delegate and send a photog on it and have our reporter ready to go if case it's live shot worthy.
OK. Things have settled down a bit... for the moment. That was a fun 20 minutes. Listening to a suspect being chased for God knows what, a brush fire, and the shooting. Been a while since I've sat the desk for more than 20 minutes at a time. I feel a bit rusty.
This blog really doesn't have a point yet. I'm kind of making it up as I go along. Can you tell? I didn't bring a book, and while Wipeout is fun to watch, it will be over soon. So I figured...
Whoops. Call for a rollover...
So I figured I would write something to help pass the time. As I stated in my previous random blog, the girlfriend is off with men in India, doing Shiva knows what. So I've decided that now is a good time to get back into my reading/writing regiment. I used to write poems, and stories and read a book a week back in the day. Somehow I've managed to dodge that for two years, but there's no time like the present to get back into it. I've got...
Possibly another shooting...
I've got plenty of stories to tell, original plots and intriguing characters but there is a problem, putting them on proverbial paper. My job requires me to write nearly eight hours a day, so by time I get home, I don't really feel like writing for recreation. I doubt Michael Phelps, after doing laps eight hours a day, hops in the pool when he gets home. I know it's a little different, but if I am to make my first million by the time I'm 30, I really need to start cracking down. Even if it's like Frank Peretti, writing a page a night until the book is finished. Sure, it may take a few years, but at least I put the time for it.
One book I have a plot for is Vampireish. But I came up with it before this whole Vampire craze as of late, so I call "originality" on that. I'm really excited to write it, but I'm having trouble piecing the plot together. It is a story that would be best told over multiple books, and I have trouble being able to connect them all together. It will come in time. Best way is to start writing it.
Someone called 911 for a Headache!? I never get over that call. I laugh everytime I hear it. Take a freakin' Tylenol.
Hopefully the Vampire story could turn into Spin-Offs of prequels and sequels. Another reason it's taking me so long to start writing. I'm trying to set up this huge lore, with plenty of history leading up to the main story, and characters to continue-on following the end. Again, it all begins with that first step, or in this case, that first letter on paper.
And another thing. When I live in DFW and had my Mother, a free personal trainer, I was in the best shape of my life. But then, I stopped and began producing. Sitting on my duff for eight hours a day. That's when the pounds began to pack on.
Oooh. A structure fire!
Unfortunately, for whatever lame excuse I use over the past year, I have fallen off my work out regiment. But now that I'm settled in my new place, I need to get back in to my routine. So as of Monday, I will head straight to the gym after work. I can't go home, otherwise I won't leave again. My goal, to work out my uppers Monday& Friday, Legs on Wednesday and run everyday except Tuesday/Thursday push myself extra hard because I'm not lifting.
I fear this blog is going to be a long one, because as long as I'm at the desk, I will keep writing. And there's still 90 minutes to go. It's already been two hours since I started writing this. Man, how time flies.
A Robbery in Progress... but where on Perrin Beitel...
I really have to pee, but there's no one to sit the desk while I'm gone. Sure I could sneak away and no one would know, but that's when I miss the hostage situation. Until some one can be my sub, I will wait and think of Waterfalls and flowing water.
Ok...
That was not a good idea.
Have to think of something else...
Ah hour to go until I get my drink on.
If the number of Incidents on the "City of San Antonio Fire Response" webpage is correct, they have had over 9-million indicentses since they began the count on the page. That's impressive. Of course that's everything from people calling about Stomach Cramps to a Full Blown fire.
Still an impressive amount. It seems one comes in every other minute or so.
Pretty sure I have Scanner Brain. Can't really distinguish between the different scanners. They just sound like a jumble of noise.
I think we have a power line down on the road and a Motor vehicle accident on different parts of town and one photog. Not that they are anything to send him out on, just felt like sharing.
We were the only ones at that first shooting! Score. The rest of those incidents turned out to be minor things if nothing at all. So at least we got that shooting. That's what matters.
Two callers have mentioned a two-year-old boy in Natalia hit by a car. Air-lifted here. Hopefully we can check into that.
Ok. At this point it's 10:30. I'm done.WOO HOO. Thanks for sticking with me mover these past 3 1/2 hours. It's been... yeah... It's been.
I'm off to the Saucer.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Quizzical Quandary
This year has not been a great one for writing. With trying to juggle work, a new girlfriend, laying around doing nothing and frequent naps, it's been difficult to find time to write. So while the girlfriend is out flirting with strange men and frolicking in India for the next five weeks, I figured it would be a good time to start my old read/writing regiment.
Many things over the past week have had me asking questions, as to why things are they way they are, and why events unfold as they do.
For instance, I am driving on the NE side (which may have been my problem to begin with) I was about to turn into the left lane when I see a car behind me weaving in and out of traffic, coming up behind me. I assume they are going to weave into the left lane and continue on past me. So I move back into the right lane (I only had my tires in the left lane) and turn off the blinker, letting them rush around me. Only the driver doesn't speed off. I move in behind him as I make my way to a turn lane, when he moves into the right lane pulls up beside me and begins to show me his middle finger for the better part of a minute. If I sped up, he went with me, slowed down, he followed. I looked at him, and couldn't help but laugh. This only seems to anger him further, but the fact that I received a finger for whatever I did, was unnecessary and the whole scenario, funny.
Odd thing about it, this is the second time this has happened to me on Walzem.
Lesson Learned: Stay off Walzem.
This also happening over the weekend: I felt like a hankering for BBQ so I used this handy program on my BlackBerry Storm called Poynt (pronounced point, clever but unnecessary) and found the closest location to me with and intriguing name. When it comes to BBQ, you don't want a placed just called Barbecue. you want a place called "Al's Best BBQ and Juicy Burger Shack." Now this place doesn't exist, though with generous grants from people like you, it can. Anyhow, I found this place located on my GPS. It said it was located off the service road of 410. ( thought this odd, it being off the service road and not at an intersection on a cross street.)
I decided to follow by blind faith, in the pouring rain no less. When I reach the location I notice it doesn't really look like a BBQ joint. This placed served meat but not of the consumption kind.
This particular meat asks for $20 dollars at the end of every song and wears less clothing than Steve-O from Wildboyz.
The GPS had taken me to the Wild Zebra club for my BBQ! The thought crossed my mind that maybe the BBQ was inside past the cover charge between the midst of smoky haze, loud music and partially clad women. However rather than risk being aroused, I opted to go for Carl's Jr., which wasn't a bad option.
Lesson Learned: Don't trust GPS. It only leads to porn.
Today I tried a bar called XXX Bar. Now I know what you are thinking and no; it isn't a BBQ Trap like Wild Zerba. This was a legitimate, rundown bar with the XXX title to entice men looking for a good time. Only to be dissapointed to see no women on the bar. Those concerns soon forgotten as they see a pint of beer for only a buck! There are two bars within a walk from my house, XXX Bar and Spanky's. Both poorly named bars, both side by side. Names alone, curiosity got the best of me and I walked over to XXX. Beer for a dollar, drunk people at 7PM and a jukebox playing everything randomly from Hank Williams Jr.'s "Family Tradition" to Usher's "Yeah!" Quite the cornocopious collection and the patrons didn't discriminate.
Instead they sang along. The bar was akin to an old watering hole from El Paso.
Lesson Learned: Don't be afraid of the letters XXX, sometime it leads to more than cheap women.
These are just a few examples of how one thing can lead to another for no reason. Also, this is me cutting my teeth, getting back into writing and blogging. I hope to have more observations in the future. Even if it's just me writing them for myself to read in the future.
Many things over the past week have had me asking questions, as to why things are they way they are, and why events unfold as they do.
For instance, I am driving on the NE side (which may have been my problem to begin with) I was about to turn into the left lane when I see a car behind me weaving in and out of traffic, coming up behind me. I assume they are going to weave into the left lane and continue on past me. So I move back into the right lane (I only had my tires in the left lane) and turn off the blinker, letting them rush around me. Only the driver doesn't speed off. I move in behind him as I make my way to a turn lane, when he moves into the right lane pulls up beside me and begins to show me his middle finger for the better part of a minute. If I sped up, he went with me, slowed down, he followed. I looked at him, and couldn't help but laugh. This only seems to anger him further, but the fact that I received a finger for whatever I did, was unnecessary and the whole scenario, funny.
Odd thing about it, this is the second time this has happened to me on Walzem.
Lesson Learned: Stay off Walzem.
This also happening over the weekend: I felt like a hankering for BBQ so I used this handy program on my BlackBerry Storm called Poynt (pronounced point, clever but unnecessary) and found the closest location to me with and intriguing name. When it comes to BBQ, you don't want a placed just called Barbecue. you want a place called "Al's Best BBQ and Juicy Burger Shack." Now this place doesn't exist, though with generous grants from people like you, it can. Anyhow, I found this place located on my GPS. It said it was located off the service road of 410. ( thought this odd, it being off the service road and not at an intersection on a cross street.)
I decided to follow by blind faith, in the pouring rain no less. When I reach the location I notice it doesn't really look like a BBQ joint. This placed served meat but not of the consumption kind.
This particular meat asks for $20 dollars at the end of every song and wears less clothing than Steve-O from Wildboyz.
The GPS had taken me to the Wild Zebra club for my BBQ! The thought crossed my mind that maybe the BBQ was inside past the cover charge between the midst of smoky haze, loud music and partially clad women. However rather than risk being aroused, I opted to go for Carl's Jr., which wasn't a bad option.
Lesson Learned: Don't trust GPS. It only leads to porn.
Today I tried a bar called XXX Bar. Now I know what you are thinking and no; it isn't a BBQ Trap like Wild Zerba. This was a legitimate, rundown bar with the XXX title to entice men looking for a good time. Only to be dissapointed to see no women on the bar. Those concerns soon forgotten as they see a pint of beer for only a buck! There are two bars within a walk from my house, XXX Bar and Spanky's. Both poorly named bars, both side by side. Names alone, curiosity got the best of me and I walked over to XXX. Beer for a dollar, drunk people at 7PM and a jukebox playing everything randomly from Hank Williams Jr.'s "Family Tradition" to Usher's "Yeah!" Quite the cornocopious collection and the patrons didn't discriminate.
Instead they sang along. The bar was akin to an old watering hole from El Paso.
Lesson Learned: Don't be afraid of the letters XXX, sometime it leads to more than cheap women.
These are just a few examples of how one thing can lead to another for no reason. Also, this is me cutting my teeth, getting back into writing and blogging. I hope to have more observations in the future. Even if it's just me writing them for myself to read in the future.
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