11-29 UPDATE

GAME ON!!!   – KFMB / CBS 1:05 PM – PDT

11-28 Update

The Chargers announced Friday they have received another 24-hour extension to sell enough tickets to lift the TV blackout for Sunday’s game against the Kansas City Chiefs.  The club has until 1:05 p.m. Saturday to sell the remaining 1,350 tickets.  The Chargers have a streak of 44 consecutive regular-season and postseason games shown on local TV. The last blackout was Nov. 7, 2004 against New Orleans.

11-27  Update – We’ll update again at 1:06PM after the announcement has been made.

The expected 24-hour extension was granted yesterday, pushing the deadline to 1:05 p.m. today for the Chargers to sell more than 3,000 tickets and get the blackout lifted for the CBS telecast.

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11-26 Update

By Kevin Acee

Thursday, November 26, 2009 at midnight

SAN DIEGO – Chargers players’ ticket orders were processed yesterday, significantly dropping the number needed to be sold to avoid a local television blackout.

Still, about 3,500 tickets remain for Sunday’s game against the Kansas City Chiefs to be considered a sellout. If those tickets are not sold by today (or, more likely, tomorrow) at 1:05 p.m., a Chargers regular-season game will not be on local TV for the first time since Nov. 7, 2004.

“Waiting and seeing,” is all Chargers COO Jim Steeg would say yesterday.

Even if the Chargers receive the expected 24-hour extension, likely to be granted due to the Thanksgiving holiday, this is by far the most tickets remaining this late in the week. Steeg estimated there were 1,500 left the Wednesday before the home opener.

In some ways this game was set up to be the biggest draw of the season, as it is a celebration of the team’s all-time 50 greatest players (plus three coaches). Of the 49 living players and coaches, 43 are expected to participate in the pregame ceremony.

Junior Seau (Patriots) and John Carney (Saints) are still playing, Gill Byrd is coaching (Bears) and Rodney Harrison works for NBC on “Sunday Night Football.” Willie Buchanon and Bobby Ross are unable to attend due to personal reasons.

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11-25 Update

I just called the Chargers’ ticket office.  No update was available for today yet, but the count at the end of yesterday was around 6,000.  That doesn’t bode well for SD Chargers fans.  I am still holding out hope that the local CBS affiliate will buy up any remaining tickets, but if not; I heard you can watch the Chargers game online at www.chargers.com

11/23 – Update

There are approximately 7,000 seats available for Sunday’s game against the Chiefs Nov. 29th.  This is the first time in a long time the Chargers have faced a legitimate blackout possibility.  The Chiefs are not a good team this year and got destroyed by the Chargers in Kansas City on Oct. 25th.  That being said, neither of these teams are the same now as they were then.  The Chargers were 2-3 last time they played and are now 7-3 after a five game win streak.  The Chiefs released problematic running back, Larry Johnson two weeks ago and just defeated the World Champion Steelers in OT yesterday by a score of 27-24.  I think the Chargers will be heavily favored in this match-up, but there is no predicting what can happen on any given Sunday in the NFL.

The actions of ‘opportunist thieves’ who broke in to a school in Londonderry during the city-wide blackout are condemned…. From BBC News. Full story

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I want this color, stance, an fitment on my S30. It sits perfect for street drivin, but the stretch n poke factor could be better.

All Time Low
Stella
Nothing Personal
2009
Submitted by: paramore_fans@yahoo.com

Key: F

Tuning: Standard EADGBe

Chords used:
F -  133211
A -  x02220
Dm - xx0231
Bb - x13331
C -  x32010

Intro: F--A--Bb--C--

Verse 1:
F         Dm
3pm on my feet and staggering
        Bb
Through misplaced words
and a sinking feeling
C
  I got carried away
F                             Dm
Sick, sick of sleeping on the floor
                       Bb
Another night another score
          C
I'm jaded bottles breaking

Chorus 1:
F
  You're only happy when I'm wasted
A
  I point my finger but
I just can't place it
Bb
  Feels like I'm falling in love
         C
When I'm falling to
the bathroom floor
F
  I remember how you tasted
A
  I've had you so many
times lets face it
Dm
  Feels like I'm falling
         Bb
in love alone
                         F    A
Stella would you take me home?
                         Bb   C
Stella would you take me home?

Verse 2:
F            Dm
2am I'm on a blackout
binge again (ha ha ha)
                 Bb
You know I don't need
sleep and I lost my keys
   C
But I've got so many friends
         F
And they keep keep me
                Dm
coming back for more
                       Bb
Another night another score
          C
I'm faded bottles breaking

Chorus 2:
F
  You're only happy when I'm wasted
A
  I point my finger but
I just can't place it
Bb
  Feels like I'm falling in love
         C
When I'm falling to
the bathroom floor
F
  I remember how you tasted
A
  I've had you so many
times lets face it
Dm
  Feels like I'm falling
         Bb
in love alone
Stella would you take me home?

Bridge:
Dm
One more reason I should
never have met you
C
Just another reason I
could never forget you
Bb      F      C
Down we go the rooms
                  F   A
spinning outta control
Dm
Lose yourself in
a chemical moment
    C
The night life's
taking it's toll
               Bb     F
Thats just the way it goes
     Bb  C
Come on Stella would

you take me home?

Chorus 3:
You're only happy
when I'm wasted
I point my finger but
I just can't place it
Feels like I'm falling
in love alone
Stella would you take me home?

(Repeat Chorus 2 twice)

Apagão, blackout, não importa o nome, ficamos às escuras na noite da terça-feira passada, mais precisamente às 22h10, segundo a minha percepção. O que parecia passageiro, uma simples falha ou corte por manutenção da rede elétrica, mostrou-se um fato de grande alcance em questão de minutos.

Hoje, enquanto a mídia, os políticos e a sociedade em si tentam buscar respostas para o ocorrido, como se o Brasil nunca apagado suas luzes por mais de uma hora, lembro-me perfeitamente dos minutos que passei num ponto de ônibus, à espera de uma condução que me levasse para casa, na companhia de diversos cidadãos e seus celulares.

Não foi preciso ver na televisão ou ouvir pelo rádio que a falta de energia era apenas local. Em cinco minutos, o blackout já estava na Região do ABC Paulista, segundo informava uma moça no momento em que conversava com seus parentes via celular.

Dez minutos depois, mais uma confirmação: a pane atingia toda região metropolitana de São Paulo. Todas as informações que eu tinha até então surgiam num ponto de ônibus, de cidadãos comuns, mais precisamente os universitários e os trabalhadores da região que não viam a hora de chegar em casa.

Em meia hora, já no meu apartamento, recebo uma ligação da minha família, que reside no Espírito Santo. Lá também não havia energia. Portanto, muito provavelmente Rio de Janeiro, Minas e, é claro, todo o Estado de São Paulo, estavam às escuras.

Relembrando: Nada de TV, nem rádio, muito menos internet. Até porque seria impossível.

Alguns minutos depois, mais uma ligação (os celulares funcionavam): uma amiga, cujos pais residem no Paraná, disse que apesar dos cidadãos paranaenses não terem sido atingidos, durante a tarde houve quedas de energia.

Logo então surgiu minha conclusão, talvez fruto do faro jornalístico que supostamente habita em mim: só pode ser Itaipu.

Da sacada do apartamento, escutei outra conversa de celular. O vizinho, que fazia contato com outros amigos, também levantava a hipótese de falha na usina. Tentei encontrar meu fone de ouvido para conectá-lo ao celular a fim de confirmar minha conclusão via Rádio CBN, mas o escuro não permitiu.

Foi na manhã seguinte que todas as histórias de rua, conversas de celular, suposições e palpites foram confirmados, todos, sem exceção, necessariamente nessa ordem. Meus amigos, que trocavam informações, relatos e experiências do apagão, por e-mail e twitter, relatavam o fato de modo assustador.

Contrariando tudo e todos, prefiro ficar com a lembrança da informação às escuras, dos relatos que escutei, da fascinante imagem de São Paulo sem luz, tão calma e calada, como naquela noite.

Video number 96 and a special favourite of mine. I’ve been wanting to do this one for a while. A few years ago I got into a band called Muse. I was so impressed with their music that I purchased all their albums in one hit
The song I’ve covered in this video is from the excellent album “Absolution”, and the title of it is “Blackout”. I happen to think that it is one of the most beautiful songs ever written. There’s nothing spectacular about the music, but the words are so moving in their simplicity and the expression is wonderful. That’s something I hope I’ve managed to get across in my version.

Here is my take on “Blackout”.

Jeffstunes singing Blackout by Muse

Here’s the latest Youtube statistics digest.
My subscribers have climbed up to 1,619.
My channel has been perused 36,499 times.
The total viewing figures for all my videos now stands at 831,005.

I haven’t yet planned my next video upload. It will probably be another of my enormous request list, or perhaps I might put up another original!

*Por Felipe Bartolomeo Moreira

(( imagem retirada daqui))

Na semana passada, diversas cidades do Brasil ficaram sem o abastecimento de energia elétrica por alguns minutos ou horas. O acontecido, que ficou conhecido como “apagão”, ocorreu devido a uma falha na hidrelétrica de Itaipu, que teve uma paralisação de 25 minutos na transmissão de energia. Em situações como essa, muitas vezes somos prejudicados e chegamos a perder equipamentos eletrônicos.

Você sabe como proceder diante de tal acontecimento?

O contrato firmado entre um cliente e um fornecedor de energia elétrica é uma típica relação de consumo, e, como tal, possui uma proteção especial ao lado mais fraco: o consumidor.

A obrigação contratada é o recebimento de energia sem alterações, variações ou até mesmo falta. Contudo, percebe-se que nem sempre esse compromisso é cumprido, e, dependendo da oscilação de energia que chega ao consumidor pode queimar equipamentos eletrônicos ligados às tomadas.

Como fazer para que a concessionária de energia elétrica pague pelos prejuízos causados aos consumidores?

Primeiro o consumidor deve registrar uma reclamação diretamente na concessionária. Em Minas Gerais, a CEMIG possui o canal de atendimento por telefone, pelo número 116, atendimento online e e-mail disponibilizados no site institucional. Caso não consiga fazer a solicitação, pode reclamar juntamente à ouvidoria pelo telefone (31)3506-3838. O próximo passo seria comunicar a Agência Nacional de Energia Elétrica (ANEEL) da solicitação feita, através do telefone 167, para que a agência regulatória acompanhe o pleito.

Deve ser ressaltado que ao comunicar a concessionária do dano ocorrido também será necessário informar as características do equipamento, como a marca, o modelo, numero de série, ano de fabricação, voltagem.

O prazo geral para que a concessionária inspecione o aparelho é de 10 dias após o pedido. No entanto, caso o equipamento danificado seja para guardar produtos perecíveis (geladeira, por exemplo), o prazo é reduzido para 1 dia útil.

Desta inspeção será lavrado um parecer que informará o real motivo pelo dano. Caso o motivo seja realmente a descarga elétrica, então o aparelho deve ser consertado por conta da concessionária no prazo máximo de 20 dias após a emissão do laudo, caso não seja possível, deverá ocorrer o pagamento em dinheiro de valor correspondente.

Por fim, o prazo máximo para iniciar este processo é 90 dias após a constatação do dano, e, se a concessionária não resolver o problema, o Poder Judiciário deve ser acionado.

A dam failure in Brazil caused widepsread blackouts, in Brazil as well as Paraguay and Urugauy.  The dam, Itaipu, is rated at 18 GW, and supplies roughly 20% of Brazil’s energy. Story here.  Luckily sounds like a minor problem caused the dam to go offline, rather than something catastrophic like in Russia recently.

Brit’s got really talented fans.. these are fan made cover arts for a couple of Brit’s hits. They’re floatin’ around the internet and I think it’s time to acknowledge them. They’re really cool!

Amanhã completa uma semana desde que um blecaute deixou às escuras 18 estados brasileiros e o vizinho Paraguai. As informações preliminares são de um evento elétrico raríssimo proveniente das nuvens que sobrecarregou o sistema de distribuição de energia, então um defeito na contenção, fez com que a falta de luz atingisse os estados.

Eram mais de 22h quando a luz faltou. Acendi uma vela e brinquei com o fogo; contemplei estrelas que sequer lembrava que existiam; rodeei o quarteirão no escuro; conversei bastante com  meus familiares, etc. Enfim, desfrutei de um estado pouco experimentado em época de tecnologia à flor da pele.

Uma hora depois, rumei à cama. O notebook ainda tinha uns 20% de carga na bateria. Nada de Internet. Nessa hora, fluiu-me na mente uma análise. Mesmo sem saber o que acontecia àquele momento, relacionei a escuridão à notícia da rede de TV americana CBS sobre ataques cibernéticos a sistemas de energia no Brasil. Estava pronta crônica da noite.

Então, dormi. Acordei às 7h, 7h30. A luz estava de volta. Pensei que 2012 tinha chegado quando vi as notícias do Bom Dia Brasil. Então, corri à Internet para captar informações mais confiáveis. Ninguém sabia nada. Todos achavam. Entretanto, o achismo não impedia ninguém de distribuir culpas aos bois já conhecidos.

No círculo de relacionamentos reais, todo mundo era dúvidas. A pergunta mais formulada era para saber onde e o que faziam as pessoas na hora do blecaute. Um dia depois, ninguém falava mais nisso. Entretanto, a mídia continuou – tá bom, continua – com acusações e críticas. Especulativas, é claro.

Após um final de semana afastado das notícias, descubro que a oposição quer usar quatro horas de blecaute para denegrir a imagem do governo federal. Na época que ela governava, foram oito meses de racionamento.

Muita gente nem viu as luzes apagarem-se. Souberam através do estardalhaço da mídia. Não sou o Ibope, mas antevejo um apagão geral nos oposicionistas se levarem esse assunto à frente. Parecem nem ter nada mais para criticar. Critiquem o pré-sal; o Bolsa-Família; a queda do viaduto paulista, entre outros. É, são nesses pontos que falta a coragem. Ninguém está disposto a perder votos.

I came across this post today that featured the most famous quotes (phrases, whatever) in pop culture of the decade that we will never ever forget. So I wanted to share my favorite ten with you from the list.

1.

“Yo, Taylor. I’m really happy for you, Imma let you finish but Beyonce had one of the best videos of all time. One of the best videos of all time!” – Kanye West really stepped in it when he stole the mic from singer Taylor Swift as she accepts the “Best Female Video” award during the MTV Video Music Awards (2009)

2.

“Make it work!” – The wildly popular Tim Gunn always encouraged contestants on “Project Runway” to make it happen through this glorious catchphrase. Another favorite? “Carry on!” (2004)

3.

“George Bush doesn’t care about black people.” – Kanye West shocked the nation when he went off-script during a live televised Hurricane Katrina fundraiser and ripped into the then- president for how he handled (or didn’t) hurricane relief. (2005)

4.

“Here’s the problem. You don’t know the history of psychiatry. I do. … Matt, Matt, Matt, you don’t even– you’re glib. You don’t even know what Ritalin is.” – Tom Cruise went off on Matt Lauer on the “Today Show” and we were scared. More crazy to follow. (2005)

5.

“It’s Britney, bitch!” – Britney Spears’ first words on her comeback album “Blackout” let us know that she was done with all the crazy head-shaving, umbrella-flailing antics and was back for reals. (2007)

6.

“Don’t tase me, bro!” – University of Florida student Andrew Meyer begged security not to shoot him with a Taser during a John Kerry forum and it has been considered a cultural touchstone ever since. (2007).

7.

“Yes We Can.” – President Obama had a genius, trance-inducing slogan chanted by poster-wielding fans that became so wildly popular advertisers piggy-backed off the phrase. (2008)

8.

“You’re fired!” – Donald Trump’s signature line when eliminating wannabe business folks became wildly popular and then became all too tired. (2004)

9.

“She’s got double D’s! You can’t cover those suckers up!” – Joe Simpson made everyone feel a little dirty when he commented on daughter Jessica’s rack. His omnipresence in the songbird’s life always seemed a bit odd but this comment really skeeved us out. (2005)

10.

“I believe that a marriage should be between a man and a woman. No offense to anybody out there, but that’s how I was raised.” – Miss California Carrie Prejean did anything but endear herself to gays in America and beyond when she uttered this phrase when asked about same-sex marriage during the 2009 Miss USA pageant. (2009)

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SD vs KC live to So Cal in last-minute development

Good news, the Chiefs/Charger game, after weeks of uncertainty, will be shown on CBS. The San Diego Union Tribune reports. The discussion on the comment boards are divisive as usual. Some fans complain about ticket prices, some fans complain about the lack of loyalty… I can see both sides, although I think a lot of people can afford to go to the games but  “claim” the Chargers just for show.

The economy stinks and some people can’t afford tickets – I get that, but those who can afford tickets and live in town, but don’t go to games… Step your game up.

I understand why the Charger organization puts it to the fans when the team is not selling out. Sometimes their scare tack-ticks get really old. Like when they plant seeds weeks in advance about the game being blacked out. I understand it’s a business. I would like to see some other method, besides scaring the fans to get people in seats. Can anyone say mini-plan?

Impatient as hell I got the Canon 8800F scanner last night and scanned these.
First roll of neg’s. Waiting on the colour roll.
Ilford 400 b/w expired.

This post is close to my heart as this is my first sketch which I can say is  my own( no ref included).  I have used a simple concept here – Projecting white in black.

In all my previous sketches and sketches henceforth, its always a black on white background and when one deviates from the norm it sure does make heads turn. I had to scout for the right figure to portray in this type of sketch as only an outline can be shown without any details.  And for those white spots u c, I did try to cover them up as much as i can but sometimes I accidently encroached into the sketch. Hence just posted it as it is. So much of charcoal for the sketch that I did not really sketch!!

Blackout by Connie Willis
February 2010, Spectra

Eileen, Polly and Mike are historians at Oxford in 2060, where a time-travel machine can send researchers into the past to study history as it happens. Eileen is observing the children evacuated to the British countryside during World War II, while Mike is studying the heroes of Dunkirk and Polly is sent to London during the Blitz. But back in 2060, the future of time travel grows increasingly uncertain, and the scheduled “drops” more erratic. What will happen to Eileen, Polly and Mike if they can’t get home again?

Four months, Eileen thought, separating them. I only have to put up with them for four more months. “No one’s going to invade,” she said firmly, “tonight or any other night.”

“‘Ow do you know?” Alf demanded.

“You can’t know something what ain’t ‘appened yet,” Binnie said.

“Why ain’t ‘e going to?” Alf persisted.

Because the British Army will get away from him at Dunkirk, Eileen thought, and he’ll lose the Battle of Britain and begin bombing London to bring the British to their knees. But it won’t work. They’ll stand up to him. It’ll be their finest hour. And it will lose him the war.

“Because I have faith in the future,” she said, and, getting a firmer grip on Alf and Binnie, set off with them into the darkness.

Blackout is Connie Willis’ first novel since 2001’s Passage, reviewed in BookPage here.

What are you reading today?

No dia 10 de novembro deste ano, o famoso “dia do apagão”, fiquei incomunicável. (não se preocupe, não vou ficar aqui descrevendo como foi essa minha emocionante experiência, vou só fazer um breve resumo, ok?) Breve resumo: acabou a luz, com ela o telefone sem fio ficou sem função e sabe-se lá porque, o sinal do meu celular também se apagou. Pessoas na rua gritaram.

É óbvio que nessa onda de desespero hollywoodiano condensada no famoso 2012, pensei com toda a classe que tenho: “F*deu, o mundo vai acabar antes. Tipo… agora!”. E aí, como não tinha absolutamente mais nada pra fazer, me pus a pensar nesse momento “de despedida”.

. Pensamento 1: “Puts, eu vou mesmo morrer sozinha? Que triste e sem graça.” – Essa história de olhar pro teto e pensar no mundo acabando me deu uma coisinha nostálgica. Queria dar um abraço na minha mãe antes de sentir o teto caindo, um último momento de “é nóis, mano!” pra que anos à frente nossos fósseis fossem estudados pelos ETs como um bicho só com duas cabeças. Mas em seguida, tendo o fato como inevitável, pensei que pelo menos meus últimos dias tinham sido bons, felizes, gostosos e bem aproveitados.

.  Pensamento 2: “Perdi, preibói! Devia ter gastado todas as minhas economias numa puuuuta viagem. Ou em sapatos.” – Autoexplicativo.

. Pensamento 3: “Cadê o Bruce Willis, carai?!” – Desde que eu assisti Armagedon, e ele colocou explosivos no meteoro gigante, fiquei ainda mais convencida de que ele é o cara! Ele é duro de matar, ele ajudou a NASA, ele salvou o mundo. Bateu uma certeza de que tudo poderia acontecer, ele iria dar um jeito. Mas não rolou…

. Pensamento 4: “Vai doer?” – O mundo ia acabar. Isso eu entendi, beleza. Mas eu especificamente, iria morrer como? Despencaria prédio abaixo, teria um ataque de susto e pararia de respirar, seria lançada pelos ares quando o centro da terra explodisse, tropeçaria na tentativa de fugir e bateria a cabeça na quina da escada? Não sei. Mas queria que fosse uma coisa meio “1, 2, 3 e já!”

. Pensamento 5: “Deixa de ser trouxa. Faltou luz em Higienópolis, oras. Grandes merdas!” – Eu não tinha noção nenhuma da proporção da coisa toda. Saí na janela, e vi espíritos pessoas andando com velas em seus apartamentos.

Antes do pensamento 6, eu dormi. E pelo que pude ver, o mundo ainda não acabou. Mas essas histórias todas de pais que matam os filhos, que esquecem os filhos no carro, iceberg derretendo, trânsito recorde em São Paulo e gente que faz bronzeamento artificial só podem ser um sinal. O mundo tá ficando louco aos pouquinhos, preparando o bote. A qualquer momento o planeta vai sumir e, pasmem, o Silvio Santos também. Cuidado!

Blackout by Jason Elam

My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Blackout (A Riley Covington Thriller)
Thriller is indeed accurate.
This is my first book by these authors to read. I do not think that it will be my last.
Riley Covington is a pro football player. He is also a hero. A former member of the US Armed Forces, and an expert in various terrorist weapons, Covington is in great demand.
Covington is also a Christian. That means that all the he does is influenced by his commitment to Jesus.
Covington is inexplicably traded away from the team that he loves to play on. He is moved to Washington only to find that he is not wanted by that team’s owner. He learns, however, that the government is behind his move, and that they have a need for him.
Covington is to seek to prevent another terrorist attack that could lead to a blackout of the whole nation. In the midst of all of this, he is torn between his feelings for two very different women.
What will the outcome of all of this be?
One thing is for sure, the outcome is that I desire to read more books about Riley Covington.

Thanks to Christy Wong of Tyndale for this advance reader copy of Blackout.

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Christopher Sharpe

Boca Raton, Florida Any news clip that starts with, “He had nailed and duct-taped blankets to the windows and set the air conditioner on high in attempts to conceal the body decaying…” is going to one that grabs my attention. This particular tale seemed to grow stranger by the paragraph. And I’m afraid to admit, if it appeared strange to me, the rest of you are really going to enjoy it. So, without further ado, allow me to introduce you to Christopher Sharpe (49) and his ex-girlfriend, Pamela Powers (46).

Pamela Powers

Pamela is said to have lived a life of glamour. Once a Playboy model, she was exposed to a life of hobnobbing with some celebrities. How the fuck she ran across Christopher is a mind-bender. I believe it’s safe to say the last years of her life didn’t go so well. She and Christopher lived together off and on – and I imagine the “off” times more than likely followed them beating the shit out of each other which has been documented with the numerous arrests they both shared for battery. At least they shared in the responsibility.

I think it’s also safe to say they were in the “off” cycle of their relationship around Halloween. That’s when her roommate last saw her – as she left their place to attend a party. He called the police a couple of weeks later to report a concern and hesitated that long because he thought she had either decided to go on a vacation or had hooked back up with her old ass beau.

The cops went to Christopher’s house and knocked upon the door but he wasn’t gonna have any company at that time I guess. He was kind of busy watching Pamela rot on the floor. It was shortly before midnight the following evening that police executed a search warrant and broke into the house. There they found Christopher asleep on the couch and I imagine a bit surprised. Especially when they found a 2 1/2-week rotting naked body smelling to high heaven melting onto other surfaces.

Police said Sharpe appeared puzzled about her body there doing all sorts of funky things and stated he must have been in a black-out. “He said that in his mind, there was no way he could do anything like this.” Although it’s a stretch and a big one at that, say he stabbed her numerous times (which is what the preliminary accounts state), wouldn’t that smell bring him straight out of a black out at some point in time? I mean, come on…that fucking stinks like nothing you’ve ever smelled. Surely you’ve smelled what a dead mouse is like…they’re tiny. Compound that smell and you’ll be on the same page as me.

I think the most bizarre aspect of this story is the great lengths he went through to try to control the smell…in a black out mind you. He nailed and taped blankets over the windows, cranked the AC, and get this: he lathered her smelly corpse with air fresheners and baby powder. Oh. Hell. Yes. That’s some serious black-out brain power happening there, folks.

Needless to say, Christopher was so busted. For murder. No shit.

Wonder what scents he tried…

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I woke up alone Saturday morning in The AA’s hard bed. It was 7:30 and I expected to be alone, as I’d woken up when he left to go sleep on the couch around 4:30, so I wasn’t surprised. But I was cold and awake and figured I might as well go home to my babies. Quietly I moved to the living room, put on my shoes and then walked over to the couch where The AA was sleeping so soundly. I sat down next to him, leaned down and kissed his neck softly. His arm came up around my waist, but he didn’t even wake up. He was dead asleep. I put my hand on his arm. “I’m going now,” I whispered and started to get up.

“What? Why?” He sat up. “Lie down here with me.” And so I did. I lied in front of him on the couch, my arm all twisted up between us but I didn’t care because I was next to him. That was all I cared about right then. He was warm and comfortable and safe. His lips were soft, his body hard.

“I’m cold,” I told him and he pulled the blanket over me.

“You’re cold now, but you weren’t cold when we were at Target last night?”

“Huh?”

“Sitting on the red ball in front of Target. I was cold. You weren’t.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked him.

“You don’t remember the red balls at Target? The ones in front?”

“I know what the red balls in front of Target are, but when was this?”

“Are you serious?” He looked down at me with shock on his face. I thought he’d been messing with me. He wasn’t. “You don’t remember going to Target last night? Sitting on the red ball?”

“Wow, no.” I got nervous then.

“Barista, are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m afraid so.”

“Do you remember when we ran up the hill?”

Vague little pieces, like dreams you can kinda remember, floated through my head. “Sounds familiar.”

“Do you remember me giving you my jacket because you were cold?”

“Yes! I remember that!” Really I just felt the scratchiness of the overwashed fleece on my hands as he spoke. I remembered the arms being too long. I remembered nothing else.

“Do you remember when we scaled the wall?”

“Yes, yes!” I got excited! Finally! I was remembering things! I remembered scaling the wall. “Coming up through the back on the way home? Yes, I remember!”

“Barista…”

“I know.”

“This is kinda scary.”

“I know.”

“I don’t understand. Are you blocking things you don’t want to remember? Is something happening that’s making you block these things out?”

“I don’t know, I can’t understand it. Did I seem really drunk?”

“Not at all. I mean, you were tipsy, but not drunk.”

“This is scary.”

“This is scary,” he repeated.

“I didn’t drink that much, AA. I had like 4 glasses of wine over 5.5 hours. That’s not that much!”

“What could be going on here?” He looked concerned. I put my head on his chest and sighed.

“I don’t know. I really just don’t know.”

We lied there for a few minutes, his arms around me, my hands on his bare skin. I remembered watching a movie…or at least turning on a movie. I remember falling asleep on the couch while we were watching it. I remember waking up and The AA asking me if I wanted to sleep on the couch or in his bed. I remember telling him that I was going to sleep in his bed with him and him telling me that “We can’t sleep in the bed together with my sister here” and me asking “Why not?” and him telling me “Because I don’t want her to think differently of you.” I remember convincing him to come to his bed and lie down with me for a few minutes. I remember cuddling up next to him and both of us falling asleep. And I remember him leaving to go to the couch a couple hours later.

Seems the only thing I didn’t remember was Target. Did something happen at Target? Why was I blocking it so hard?

“Let’s go to the store so I can get something to cook for breakfast,” The AA said, and we got up and went to – where else – Target. As he drove I hoped I’d remember, but I didn’t. I was anxious, embarrassed, seriously bothered by what I’d discovered.

He made me sausage, bacon, toast, pancakes. We talked about eating healthier. He asked me what that pill was that I just took, I avoided the question. At 10:30 I headed home to my pups and he headed out to get his sister’s oil changed for her.

As I thought about it throughout the day I realized that my anti-anxiety drug mixed with alcohol had to be the culprit here. There was no other logical explanation for it. This morning I researched the combo and found that it does, in fact, cause blackouts. And knowing this really tells me only one thing – I’m done drinking.

God help me if I try to convince myself that just a couple glasses of wine is ok. God help me if I actually let this happen again.