time stealing

The truth was that Theodore Bundy didn’t like work. He worked so as not to starve, but he did not enjoy it, and he never worked consistently for long periods of time in the same job or profession. Even in the academic world, Bundy would have periods of forging ahead in his studies, but then backslide. School became a burden and schoolwork something he couldn’t face or complete in a timely fashion.

Stealing, on the other hand, was exciting. Bundy learned as a small boy in Tacoma that stealing could provide him with the things he wanted that his parents couldn’t afford. Bundy didn’t have to delay gratification until he could buy something. He could steal it and have it immediately! By the time Theodore Bundy was an adult, he had literally become an expert at the art of undetected theft. His ability to take advantage of anybody’s momentary carelessness and get away unnoticed was second to none. He was also unparalleled at stealing from stores. Bundy thought nothing of entering a store, laying his hands on a particular item (in full view of others) and walking out the front door. Stealing was not only a means of financial support, but it provided him with a type of “high,” an adrenalin rush which placed him in a category all by himself.

- The Bundy Murders by Kevin M. Sullivan

Mom Deals With Local Traffic

When I was a wee thing, my parents moved out the the Highly dubious condo in East Palo Alto and into a relatively nice suburban neighborhood, into a house immediately across the street from my new elementary school.  Immediate, as in, less than 40 feet from the traffic circle.   Mom would wave at me from the driveway sometimes while I was in class.  This should have made getting me to and from school easy, but there was an issue:

I still had to cross the street, and because I was living in the over-caffeinated heart of silicon valley at the time, that meant dodging the local commuters barreling through the school zone at upwards of 40 miles per hour with no regard for the stop signs.

The flashing “School Zone” signs were ignored.  
The city refused to put in speed bumps or devote extra patrol cars.
One of my classmates grandmother’s volunteered as crossing guard, and some jackass in a BMW ran over her foot on the first day.

Now, mom declared as we drove Mrs. Manchez to the hospital her foot in a beer cooler full of ice, Would be a good time to take the law into my own hands.

So after dropping Mrs. Manchez off at the hospital, we drove to the thrift store, where my mom found a navy blazer, aviator sunglasses, a pilot’s cap and an old, clunky-looking hair dryer.  

The next morning, mom went out to the sidewalk in her new “uniform”, with the hair dryer and a legal pad so she could write down the grocery list.  Every time a car would come roaring down the road, Mom would look up, point the hairdryer at them, and, and write something down.  

I remember listening to brakes squeal all day the first time she tried it, Mercedes and BMWs screeching to a crawl as they passed the school, glaring at her.   By that afternoon, cars were creeping along at an over-cautious 10mph, and I was able to get home without taking my life into my hands.

After that, Mom went out “in uniform” every couple of days, because intermittent re-enforcement is what REALLY gets a change in behavior going, and point the hair dryer at anyone speeding through the school zone, usually while writing down grocery lists or short stories, or drawing unflattering caricatures of the other PTA moms.

Eventually, however, one of the cars that came through was a patrol car, and he slowly pulled to a halt in front of mom, glaring at her though his own reflective glasses.

She smiled an waved the hair dryer.  “Good afternoon!”

“…What’re you doing?”  he groaned, 3 in the afternoon entirely too early for this shit.

“Writin’ a grocery list.”  She beamed, and when that failed to satisfy him, she explained about the speeding problem and that if they couldn’t send a partol car out here to ticket people regularly, she figured that a hair dryer would be the next best thing.  Working like a charm so far.  They didn’t even notice the little airplanes on the Pilot’s hat.

The officer stared at her for a moment longer before his face broke out into a slow grin.  “Y’know, when we’re out of a car, we usually wear visibility vests.  So more people see you and your… Phaser.”

And that’s the story of how Mom and Officer Brown met and started the neighborhood watch program.


Sara Lance taking over typical heterosexual endings (1x08/2x12)

Just some old ghosts on the fridge

My excuse for the 2nd image being black/white is that they printed it on a shitty school computer :p

I really wish we got to see more of Casey, my impression of him was that he mainly hung out with Gregg because he didn’t show up in the longest night supplemental

and probably had a skateboard :v

Before commenting that mainstream media is not covering something, please take a sec away from Tumblr and open a new tab to check if that’s really the case.

So sharon and I ordered pizza and she put the wrong room number and she paid online and the people in the room she put TOOK the pizza and signed her name and so she called dominos, because it’s the best obviously, and the GM of dominos called her back and was like “hey so basically the people committed credit card fraud and we are getting the cops involved. just goes to show how shitty some people are, sharon. look out for yourself.”

@danisnotonfire: i have fully embraced pastel and have rebranded to DanielDreamX subscribe for flower crown hauls and nail painting tutorials
AU inspired by Dan’s tweet this morning.
I did this instead of studying for a test in bio this morning.

Painting practice with Ezra Amell 👌