Hanged census worker not really hanged???

UPDATE: From The Plumb Line

Trosper said the initial AP story on the death contains flaws and errors. That means it's possible that the AP's claim, based on an anonymous source, that he had the word "fed" scrawled on his chest could be false. Asked if that were the case, Trosper declined to comment.

Errr... So, is it possible this is a simple suicide that AP got a hold of and blew out of proportion? Well, we ALL know that AP would NEVER run with a story before checking it out just because it fit a preconception of reality to which they adhered. Specifically; right-wing radicals starting a "second civil war." Right? ...? Bueller...? Bueller...?

Original post begins below.

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Census Hanging Not a Hanging? Apparently the worker's feet were touching the ground, but the official cause of death was asphyxiation... So, what then? The murderers hang the census worker until dead, then they untie the rope, lower the body slightly, retie the rope, and leave? Also, no updates from the cops on exactly how "fed" was "scrawled" across his chest. Cops also said meth labs are very prominent in that area, but the area is far from the worker's census area. Meth heads killing a census worker who happened upon their lab and then hanging the body is much more likely than rural folk doing the same, but if so, why lower the body???

All the delivery of information on this case has been very disjointed and halting. Just adds to the oddness of this case.

My original post on this case

Oh god.

This picture set ruined my life for like a week.




Lets start slow; the first picture.




Lets take a closer look.













There it is.

Remember that.



But wait; it gets worse.





That's right. the evil fucking stork plucked this hapless rabbit from the grass, and is drowning the damn thing.






OH GOD








Perfectly deadpan.

Stone cold.

He's done it before.

He'll do it again.

Uh oh.

He's spotted us!






RUN WHILE HE'S DISTRACTED!!!

Reality is scarier than nightmares

I had a strange dream wherein I had bugs living inside my foot. (???) I went to the doctor, and they pulled out a bug that looked like short, fat centipede. It grossed me out to the point that I wondered if such a bug existed. After a bit of searching, I found something that made me forget about my nasty bug, because this one was real.


Deep sea giant isopod will eat your face

Computers and cycles

I used to work mornings. Early mornings. This meant that at 5:00, I needed to be in the NOC, checking for alerts at our customers.

Every day, there would be minor issues between 5 and 8. They varied from network issues to services stalling, but they would clear up before 8. It wasn't until I started asking the night person (later) about it that he commented that night is pretty quiet, save for a few actual alarms, but mornings always had issues that would usually clear themselves up.

We've got a pretty wide base of customers, so I think it's a good test set, but I never really could figure out why this would happen.

Another strange thing is; holidays are generally quiet. Even today, black friday, I'm at work while almost all of our customers are not, and it's quiet. This wouldn't be so strange if it weren't for the fact that the weekends aren't as quiet as holidays.

I know computers will always suffer from random cosmic-ray-related failures, and these failures should not care whether it's Christmas or not, but that doesn't change reality.

Even light user use doesn't explain why servers that work on weekdays get more failures on weekends than holidays.

Guess computers need days off too.

Quote of the strengeness

...dreamy guitars lilt and sway as synths and steady hypnotic beats create a shimmering soundscape that brings space and time to a virtual stop.

Quite.

That is a very strange statement that I enjoy reading almost as much as I enjoy listening to the CD.

Questionable arousal

Tycho is known for his questionable... taste...

Don't ask; I might answer.

Ever veg out and let your mind think odd thoughts, and other odd thoughts that build on the previous odd thought, and when you get back to Earth, you question the progression of ideas that brought you to your final thought?

I do that all the time, except I bounce from idea to idea really fast, and I can't really control when it happens. I'll appear to be listening intently, (and may even be listening intently) but meanwhile, elsewhere in my brain I'm wondering if The Chipmunks could really sing, why would people be so concerned with how skilled they were and not just enjoy the novelty? This is, of course, a rather tame sane example. When the odd thoughts get more interesting they can give me a disconcerting feeling towards reality.

But hey; at least I don't wake up naked in a field, covered in blood.

This is probably why I enjoy activities that allow me to focus 100% on something, and devote full brain power to a single task such as shooting, or writing code.

Something like this is why I'm glad people don't ask me what I'm thinking.

I've been told my brain doesn't work the way its supposed to most do.