More TV crime knowledge

 My last post had to do with arsenic.  I know there are other poisons such as something with the name of Bane in it.  I forget.  It has no relevance in my present lifestyle.   Maybe poinsettia leaves might come up for discussion someday.  I'm still amazed they get aspirin from a tree.
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So, therefore, by which, and la-de-dah - I continue my rambling.
Before I do - a note - I like V8 Hot and Spicy.  Regular V8 has a twang in the taste.  Hot & Spicy is way more expensive than good ole tomato juice.  Solution:  I take a glass and sprinkle salt into the bottom.  Next I give the glass a liberal squirt or four of Tabasco.  Finally, I stir in tomato juice.   It works.  I am happy.   One can of tomato juice will last me for three nighttime snacks.
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Back to TV.  I must note that any mystery show or action thriller must - that is MUST - begin with a chase.  Whether it be a car chase - a motorcycle chase - a chase through the subway or airport - a skier chasing another - there MUST be a chase.  My theory is that without a major bang bang chase scene, the audience for whom this epic has been filmed, that audience will lose interest and turn to their cell phones for video games for entertainment.  Once the chase has ended certain events will surely transpire.
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If our hero is a police hero, he will be yelled at by the Captain or the Chief because of his complete disregard for the safety of the public.  The chase will destroy at least 10 cop cars and a fruit cart.  You get the idea.  We have all seen these chases.  I might add that if the chase is in San Francisco, the cars will fly over the top of a hill and down the street creating sparks as it crushes the highway underneath.
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All of these movies must have the obligatory restroom scene.  Either the girl follows the guy into the men's room or the guy follows the girl into the women's room.  Both are met by a stranger who quickly rushes out the door in dismay.   I don't know why they feel we must see our movie stars performing bodily functions as they verbally ramble on and on to another movie star.  
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That's enough.  Is there something you have always seen?  Put it in the comments.  I'd love to see your observations.   Example:  if there is a dog named Lassie, she will save a child from a well.  You get the idea.
later,
m   

Arsenic

We are exposed to so much on TV and from that we learn and our lives are affected or changed.
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One of the things I have learned is to never poison your spouse with Arsenic.  While arsenic is powerful and will get the job done, there are other problems.
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1st of all:  the arsenic remains in your hair and fingernails forever.  If you poison someone with arsenic, eventually some crime stopper will dig up the body and discover the poison traces in the hair.  Then, what can you do?
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2nd:  When arsenic is discovered in the remains, some hot shot detective will find minute traces of this substance in your garage on the 3rd shelf from the bottom behind a can of motor oil.  Somehow, your finger prints will be on the inside of the container, and it will be genetically linked to the exact brand you purchased at a home improvement store over 1000 miles from home.
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3rd:  Of course, even though it has been 17 years, the home improvement store will have a video of you purchasing it.  The clerk who handled the transaction will still be working behind that counter - thinking you were acting strange - the clerk (on minimum wage)  conserved your fingerprints and DNA plus a copy of your handwritten check for the past 17 years, preserving the evidence in a small dust colored cigar box located on the 3rd shelf behind the counter.
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4th:  If the above situation does not occur it is because at the funeral, a nationally known TV detective just happened to be visiting the cemetery during the funeral of your poisoned spouse.  In spite of standing 12 rows over, this TV detective smells the aroma of almonds wiffting in the breeze  (I made up the word wiffting).  The TV detecting runs to the gravesite during the service jumping on top of the casket just as it is about to be lowered into the ground proclaiming in long words what he has observed.
      Standing at the back of the gathering is a real-life detective who, in spite of 25 years of training and years of service, had been unable to pin the death on any particular substance.   He pushes his way through the crowd  thanking the TV detective for his fine work.   I might add two things about the real detective.  His nose can't smell almonds, and he has a moustache.
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5th:  The real murderer is hiding behind a bush;  you can see his (or her) gloved hand moving back a leaf covered branch as the music volume increases.   
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There are more things to be learned from TV.  I"ll try to report some of these in the near future.
m3

  

another sad stone

Yesterday, I posted about a mom and her daughter and grandson.  Today....
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Yesterday's was a sad stone.  This is sad too but in a different way.
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The First Methodist Church let out on Sunday about 12:05.  The service was longer than usual due to recognizing deceased members,  and  it was the 1st Sunday of the month, communion Sunday.  
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As the congregation filed out, standing on the street below the steps was a young man - I'd guess late 20s to early 30s.  His wife was standing next to him pushing a baby carriage, a stroller if you will.   They were dressed nicely, not shorts or jeans.  He held a sign asking for help - a job - he wanted a job.  I couldn't say how many people acknowledge his plight.  I was across the street before I looked over my shoulder and saw them standing there.
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I  have never seen someone stand outside a church with a sign...ever.  We drove off.
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Wednesday night in choir practice, towards the end of our time, one of the sopranos  (a singer, not the TV character) asked if anyone had seen the couple standing out there.  I don't know why she brought it up.  She did though.  Several chimed in about the sign stating he wanted a job.
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Our interim preacher - a good tenor - has been singing along with the choir in rehearsals and performances since his arrival here.  I just think he likes to sing.  He spoke up and said he had bought them some gas and fed them lunch.  That was nice.  Anyway he helped them that Sunday.
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George, a bass singer next to me, chimes in, "I saw them that afternoon at Walmart doing the same thing."  Many comments were delivered by choir members.  It does make me wonder.  The new preacher (I'm starting to like his attitude)  broke in and said, "Well, at least they didn't run out of gas."  Then "I'll feed almost anyone if they will sit down and eat (paraphrased)"
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We sang our next selection.
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I just betcha this young couple will be at a different church this coming Sunday.
Betcha.  What is that child in the stroller learning?  Nothing.  He was just a prop for getting more money.  Eventually he will age enough to learn this skill set.  Maybe they will teach him to sit in the stroller with his eyes crossed and his tongue hanging out.
over and out.
m3

Tough times

This will probably be a bit short.  I don't have much to say on the subject.
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I do not know the names of these people, therefore I will make up names.  How about:
Mrs. Jones, Mrs. White - her daughter Mary - her son Joe. . . and my wife.
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At the Quilt Guild the other day Mrs. Jones asked my wife if she would prepare an evening meal for a local family.  My wife agreed to Wednesday suppertime.   She was told the family likes vegetables but absolutely no tomatoes.   
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My wife planned a meal of beef, slow cooked in a mushroom sauce and other stuff. She sent our remaining Halloween Snicker bars as a treat.  That was fine.  I can't eat candy anyway.  Maybe that was a special treat.
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The point of this stone is to tell you about the family.  I don't know where the husband is - maybe divorced?  maybe dead?  maybe a deadbeat who has moved to Oregon so he can buy Marijuana?   I don't know.  I didn't ask.  It didn't seem to matter.
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The mother, Mrs. White, takes care of Mary and Joe.
When Mary was in high school, a senior I believe, she was in a car wreck locally.  The car wreck paralyzed her.  The Mother has taken care of Mary since the wreck.   After the wreck it was learned that Mary was pregnant.
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The doctors recommended an abortion because of the wreck and associated problems.  Mrs. White would not allow Mary to have the abortion, and Joe was born.  It seems he was deprived of oxygen during the wreck experience.  Joe is somewhat retarded, physically and mentally.  He has trouble getting all of his words to work.
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Mrs. White has taken care of both of them since the wreck.  Joe is now over 18-20 years old.   That should make Mary about 35-36 or so.   I would guess that Mrs. White is nearing 60.
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The present situation.  Mrs. White is sick.  She has been hospitalized a couple of times - or more?  Mrs. White has been laid up at home in between hospital trips.  The daughter Mary is physically unable to care for herself or prepare meals - Joe is not capable of doing this either.  Joe can run the microwave.
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So Mrs. Jones (see above lady) has taken it upon herself to see that food, one meal a day, is delivered to the house - now - and until Mrs. White is able to handle the job.
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Ending thoughts:
Mrs. Jones deserves Sainthood for taking on this job.  She must find someone everyday to provide this meal.  She is getting nothing from this, no money, no reward, no nuthin' except knowing she has helped the family.  
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Mrs. White deserves Sainthood. She has taken care of 2 people for almost 20 years and into the future.  This lady must be a great mother and grandmother.  But, I wonder what will happen when Mrs. White becomes too old to handle the problem.  This should be the purpose of a government program - not programs to help people who are too lazy to get a job or have more children just to get more govt. dough.  I won't ramble here.  It won't do any good.
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My wife delivered the meal about 5 p.m. on Wednesday.  The young man answered the door and was grateful for the help.   He talked to my wife as his left foot kept their 3 barking dogs at bay.  He said they were bad dogs.  My wife told him we have four bad dogs in our house.
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I don't know if we are back on the list to deliver another meal or not.  I suppose time will tell.   The mom was on the way home from the hospital that day.
m3