Monday, March 27, 2006

More Quick Notes

I'm recovering from something again. This time, it's V for Vendetta. Late tonight, I shall attempt to explain its sheer awesome-ness. For now, I bask in remembered glory.

Oh, and the COP was the hero. Yay! Ok, fine, so was V, but really, Inspector Finch was the best.

It was so good that I completely forgot that there was a Pirates of the Carribean 2 that's good.

The down side? Alex's copy of Pride & Prejudice got here...arrgh. I mean, I like Jane Austen more than the next guy, but this version is messed up. Really. I can talk about that, too, if you like - or didn't, like I didn't.

Ok, ok, will be back. Discuss amongst yourselves.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006


Note to self -

Eat stray food from the fridge again.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Fast but Not Furious

Looks like MORE of the NYPD are doing this blogging thing. Stabler found a keyboard big enough for his hammy hands, and Jack Harper told me that he a few others over there were jumping on the boat.
Maybe he can drag Munch out from under his desk.
I think I'm gonna tell folks they can meet me at Wang's, and see how that goes.

Ooh, first one up - this techie who put a specimen jar on the Munch's desk. Millie has been banned from the game permanently, thanks to that stunt. And there's The Harp, who is a weird, weird boy. And finally, there's everyone's favorite ape-man, Stabler, who I'm assuming has finally gotten the smell out of his apartment. Hey, Stabler, I'm still not sorry!

Monday, March 20, 2006


Why do I have the music settings up so loud? Shhh. Turn it down, willya? Ow. Ow. Ow.
I have been sleeping for over...what, 36 hours,and my head still hurts. How is that even possible? Alex got up and did her normal stuff like nothing happened at all - and I think she drank more than me...
We met up with Kenny Briscoe and Harper, and I vaguely remember something about a "Pub Bounce" - it's like a pub crawl, but you do this little dance - but I digress. Kenny was the first to fall; I remember dragging Harper away from where he lay, pantless and drunk in a booth at McSorely's saying "It's the rules of the game, kid.Respect the dead." Harper, at some point, I think, caught Irish lycanthropy, and loped off - I heard rumors about him being picked up wearing a lotta mud and not much else.
Then it was just Alex and me, and amateur hour was over, and that's when my memory cuts out. If, uh, anyone saw us...mind telling me what happened? And how did I get the legend of the Naming of Cuchulainn and the lyrics to "Molly Malone" written on my back in green marker?

Oh, and Caro? Calling me repeatedly just to make the phone go off? Har. De. Har. Har. Vengeance. I shall have Vengeance.

Friday, March 17, 2006

I May Be Gone For Awhile If You Need Me

Because it's Saint Pat's! Eames and I are gonna go paint the town green, because it IS the day to be an Irish cop in this town.
In fact, I just did a little step-dance to this song, which you should really hear. Of course, then they said for me to get the hell off the bar, the spoilsports.

The lyrics? Why of course I have them:
What is the malted liquor.(beer)
What gets you drunker quicker?
What comes in bottles or in cans?(beer)
Can't get enough of it,(beer)
How we really love it,(beer)
Makes me think I'm a man,(beer)
I can kiss and hug it,(beer)
But I'd rather chug it,(beer)
Fill my belly up to here,(beer)
I could not refuse a,(beer)
I could really use a,(beer)
Beer, beer, beer.

I can't remember how much I have had,
I drank a twelve pack with my dad, BURP!
That's my son the drunken manly stud,
I'm proud to be his bud,
Here have some pretzels,
I'll call it quits,
Those things give me the Schlitz!

Drink with your family,
Drink it with your friends,
Drink till you're fat,
Stomach distends,
Beer is liquid bread it's good for you,
We like to drink till we spew,
Who cares if we get fat,
I'll drink to that,
As we sing once more.

What is the malted liquor,
What gets you drunker quicker,
What comes in bottles or in cans (beer)
Can't get enough of it,(beer)
How we really love it,(beer)
Makes me think I'm a man,(beer)
I can kiss and hug it,(beer)
But I'd rather chug it,(beer)
Fill my belly up to here,(beer)
Golly I adore it,(beer)
Come on dammit pour it,
Do it for me,
Brew it for me,
Feed it to me,
Speed it to me.(beer)

The most wonderful drink in the world.

We'll be fine. Really. Of course, Alex has already started on the loud choruses of "Molly Malone"....

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Filler Stuff

I don't normally do this, but what the hey - I will fill out this quiz ONCE - no more with the quizzes, unless they amuse me, got that?
(Also, Caro is standing somewhere around here...and I am getting a wee bit nervous. If you can see Carolyn Barek, she can see you. If you can't see Carolyn Barek, you may be in a great deal of trouble)

1. Do you have a nickname? (other than your blogger nickname)

2. If so what is it?
Well, yeah, several. The Bogart, You Asshole, Logan-you-jerk, Oh-my-god-Mike-shut-up, PervyCop, and Mikey, which I'm not that keen on - nut you guys can still call me that if you want - and a few others...
Smokey-the-Bare went out with the college days, but it was rude anyhow. Couches are pants-optional zones no matter how many people live there - everyone knows that, right?

3. What is your favorite memory as a child?
Listening to my grandmother tell me about Ireland and the fairies. This is kind of a big place to put that sort of thing...and it sounds soppy.
How about the time Danny Falcone poked me in the neck with a pencil during fifth grade math, and I turned around and whapped him in the face? Sister Maria Boniface yelled at me, Danny got sent to the nurse's office, and as I was waiting to get seen by Sister Frances Mary the principal, I heard Sister M.B. chuckling to Sister Helen..."Then he turns around, and POW! You know how long I've wanted to pop that little jerk? A lovely shot, too. Had his fist just right."
Penguins is tough people.

4. What relative did you like the most?
(Besides your immediate family ex. brother\sisters\mom\dad)
My grandmother, Gran, we called her.

5. Who is your best friend?
Gahh, I'm not in high school. I mean, of course, Alex, but that doesn't mean I don't like Caro a LOT - Bobby's a good guy when he's not in a weird funk, and, of course, The Munchman is my boon companion.

But you know, there's other folks I don't mention a lot - take Harper from SVU, or Kenny Briscoe. Officer Bunny from Staten Island is a great guy...and of course there are the members of the Faery Pirate League, which is NOT as iffy as it sounds, so shutup.

I have friends. They are the best. Let's leave it at that.

Oh, and here, to get away from the mushy gunk. As long as I'm breaking form, may as well take a quiz. Surprise, surprise...who'da thunk it?

You speak eloquently and have seemingly read every book ever published. You are a fountain of endless (sometimes useless) knowledge, and never fail to impress at a party.
What people love: You can answer almost any question people ask, and have thus been nicknamed Jeeves.
What people hate: You constantly correct their grammar and insult their paperbacks.
What Kind of Elitist Are You?
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Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Lunch with..Rhymes-with-Lunch

Heh. I will forgive my partner for her less-than-charitable remarks about my table manners - can I help it if I really like spaghetti carbonara and sometimes a fork just slows you down? - because the look on her face when our guest arrived? Priceless.
I just enjoyed watching her wriggle, especially when I got him started on the story behind his big campaign, with the vampire syndicate and their shapeshifter minions inflitrating the neutral human kindgom, while the elven empire struggles with their missing prince and the rule of the mad mourning widowed warlock...
He geeked out, she glazed over, but THEN he started talking about all the historical stuff he based it on, with the English civil wars, the reformation in Europe and a war between the Masons and the Merovingians...whoa. She was into it, they had a nice conversation - and I took notes. Hah! I'm gonna hit the library, and my character can finally make his move on the throne!

Help me, I'm a nerd.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Coming out of the Closet

Um, there is something I've been hiding from you guys...even from Alex and Carolyn, and it's time you knew.
I've been hanging around with Munch a lot more...and, well, there's been an unexpected development between him and me. It started out kinda mildly, I didn't even know I liked that stuff. It was all new. But then, I couldn't get enough of it. I was making excuses to go be there all the time.
I hope you all still like me after you hear this, and Alex, I'm sorry.

I play roleplaying games. There. I said it. Munch is running these really fun games about being students at SkyHigh, or teachers at Hogwarts (he let me be Sirius Black!) or when Elliot Stabler whines hard enough, we play Dungeons and Dragons, so he can yell about his big-ass sword. He also smells kinda funny, but he brings the Doritos, so what can you do?

Man...last week? My character at SkyHigh - his name is BigTime - went with the guys and... OW!

Ok, Carolyn's a little sick of my stories...But anyway, I'll be good, from now on, I promise. Especially since Alex stole my dice.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

I Am Lazy

So my partner tells me, and that's what I hear from Alex as well.
How hard is it to knock one of these entries up a day?
Well, you know how it say, I'll do it in a minute, I have all day..and then you just don't. No biggie, you say, I'll do it tomorrow. And once again, you don't.
My bad, I suppose. I've also been hiding from my inbox. My back is acting up...and I lost a rather bad bet with Munch, so my feet REALLY itch.
Don't ask. You don't wanna know.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Back Again

So, after all that, and all the other messes at work - trust me, you do NOT wanna know - things have settled a bit. I haven't done anything interesting in ages, it seems like.
I knew it was bad when Alex and I watched the Academy Awards, and I think I'd only seen maybe three things up for awards - the Wallace & Gromit film, Walk the Line, (which I loved, actually) and of course, The Lion, the Witch and The Wardrobe, which I'm sure you remember made a huge impression on me, as I still think Tilda Swinton is oddly hot.
I know I said I was going to see Memoirs of a Geisha, and I did - go to see it, that is. It was, uh, well, Alex may not be reading this, so I can say it. I fell asleep. Discreetly. Really.
So, anyone wanna tell me what I missed?

Saturday, March 04, 2006

The Call

Of course, it didn't end there.

We got a call in that there was a fatality at the address. We made it out there in time to see the corpse get loaded on the bus. This could have been stopped. We tried, we really did. But there wasn't enough we could do.

The vic was stabbed seven times, and never had a chance. The offciers said once would have been enough, but the doer was in a fit of rage, and couldn't stop.

We let Professor G collect herself before we took her away. Maybe she'll get a good lawyer, get off light. She looked right at us, and said, "I told you I could take care of myself."

Damn, I hate ones like these.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Collateral Damage

I stopped in to see the sister - we'll call her Sue - at her office.
I had to explain to her what she already knew - that we couldn't do *anything* unless someone saw something. Otherwise, nada. We are helpless here.
Like I said, she knew. What makes it worse, is she used to do pro bono work for a women's shelter. She knows that it's like. All I could do was listen while she talked.

"You think it's not supposed to happen to people us. He's got a degree in physics, for god's sake! SHE's an educated woman, with a good job, options... and this is still going on. Why in the hell..." She rubbed her eyes and kept going. "He's my brother, and god knows I don't like her at all. But knowing he's capable of that - I can't stand to hear his voice when he calls me crying after. And I blame her, too. Isn't that sick?"

What could I say?
I don't think I left her any better than I found her, except that she'd finally be able to at least say it out loud. Remind me to tell you why that's like a fairy tale, too. You can only break your own spell by speaking...whether it helps someone else? That remains to be seen.