ne plus ultra

Uh-oh competition. :) I suggest checking out his site, he already has some great photos up.

I actually had time to go through the rest of my pictures from Jay Cooke State Park. It’s only 3am, and a week later….Funny, I still haven’t found time to do my dishes, or clean my apartment…

So I was driving home, about 215 this morning, going 50mph in a 30mph zone, and I passed a cop going in the other direction. I may have said “oh fuck”. Being a dispatcher does not give me immunity in different states, hell it probably doesn’t even in Superior, but anyway…I then see flashing lights, his brake lights, and flashing lights in my mirror. But, as luck would have it, the cop then turns off his lights, and continues going in the opposite direction.

Now you’d think this was the first time this has happened to me, but it’s not. I think it’s the third. And all three times I was going at least 20mph over the speed limit. There’s a thought floating around in my head about being a slow learner, but I’m not going to mention it, I’m just going to say I’m lucky…

You know you’ve been a Dispatcher too long when…
You spend more money on fast food than utilities.
You answer your home phone “dispatch” or “911 emergency”.
Your idea of a good night involves someone getting shot, chased or dismembered.
You have forgotten what it is like to actually eat a warm meal.
You truly believe stupidity should be painful. (But doesn’t everyone?)
Antacid tablets, or better known as dispatcher candy, become your regular desert.
You read newspaper accounts of a major incident that occurred during your shift and can point out all the incorrect information…and then laugh about it.
You believe in aerial spraying of Prozac and/or birth control over certain parts of your city. (This is the best idea I’ve heard in a long time.)
You can resume a conversation with coworkers 4 hours later, in mid-sentence and everyone knows what you are talking about.
You believe that the statement, “It sure is quiet!” will bring down the wrath of god upon you. (Not only do I believe it, it’s true, and it happens.)
You can give anyone the exact address of every bar in your jurisdiction.
You are on a first name basis with every crazy lunatic in your jurisdiction.
You respond faster to the name “RADIO” than you do to your own name.
You respond 10-4 when told to please pull around to the first window at a fast food restaurant. (It’s a bit embarassing when it happens…)
Holidays are when everyone gets drunk and beats up their family members.
You see stress as a normal state of life.

I took a detour on my way home. This was taken about 15 min ago :)