Holla if you hear me

Apparently I have some silent readers out there in the void. You miss me when I'm gone. I understand, I miss you when you're not around either.

Let's face it, the blogging the PCSD got boring when I didn't have stuff to disagree with people about. Oh, well, I suppose the Successories posters at the 911 call center were worth mentioning — they were "Communication" "Teamwork" something else that made sense in the context of 911 calls and "Change," which I don't really think did. Oh, and two of the phone calls we got to listen to.

The first was known as "The Homosexual Rock Thrower" and it involved a woman who had watched way too much Law and Order and had a guy throw a rock through her window, "and he said he was a homosexual." I know, it only got weirder from there. At one point, the goofy woman started spouting inane legalisms and said "I demand capital punishment on the grounds that he is a homosexual."

The other cool call was a very pissed off-sounding man who just wanted to let the sheriffs know that there was a UFO buried under the lawn of Western State near building E2 (if you are from out of state and hadn't guessed, Western State is the former psychiatric hospital). It was buried by the Cyclopeans from the Andromeda galaxy and he'd been avoiding walking over it for years. Well, at least while he was there.

The other major discovery I made is that Orting is SO CUTE. It freaked me out skating on the foothills trail there, though, because I had recently read up on Lahar stuff and Orting is going to be wiped off the face of the valley by a flow of mud, ice, timber and rock about thirty miutes after the eventual Mt. Rainier explosion. Love the trail. It's super. Orting is super cute. The people wave and smile at you as you skate past and I can't say that for Tacoma or Gig Harbor.

Anyway, if you like to read my blog because you are just bored and checking up I have a favor to ask. You don't need to leave a comment, I've got something else in mind. I am trying to game the Netflix review system. I am one of those jerky writers who demands feedback and positive attention, which is why I'm so bitter about the drying up of checks on the Fray at Slate.com, because I want checks!!

More elusive than checks, though, is becoming one of the writers of the top three reviews on Netflix for any given film. I have scored this once and I think I'm figuring out how to do it. So if you are a Netflix person, you can see this singular achievement for "Proof," which I have to admit I gamed because the review is a little over positive (almost no top review is at all negative), and please hit the helpful button (once a certain mass is achieved I think inertia sets in for people who don't want to check the older reviews, but I am not sure that inertia has been achieved yet) and keep me on top. "Unhelpful" the others if you are so inclined. Also go to the MI-5 series 3 and helpful me (I'm SW from Tacoma). That's one that could bust wide open any day now and I could use the boost.

I am such a little grade grubber. Love ya!