Kind of re-watching #NCIS and I did not expect #MishaCollins to appear out of nowhere??! And as a potential kidnapper?! Damn
Watched the full episode and Misha did not kidnap anyone just stole a running car of a kidnapper and didn't realise until the kidnapped person woke up- in retrospect it was such a Misha thing to do!!!
"FREED ON 3 COUNTS CONVICTED ON ONE," Toronto Star. October 9, 1942. Page 2.
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Three times within the last week Frank Watson was acquitted on various charges. Tuesday a fourth charge. that of breaking into the home of Henry Charkow. Shaw St.. he was convicted by Judge Robb in county criminal court. He will be sentenced later.
Detective-Sergt. Albert Payne said he arrested Watson after the latter and another man alighted from a motor car. In the car which. Payne said, was stolen. he found keys allegedly stolen from the Charkow home.
I don’t need to be a specific person to tell you about my strange apocalypse dream so Im going to tell you about it.
(Whether you like it or not)
I was in school (if my school had a giant glass dome full of plants and animals) when suddenly a riotous chirping began and a bird fell dead out of the air. The murder cicadas were upon us ( seventeen of them to be precise). Their chirping caused insanity and then death and you were only safe if you listened to really loud music. At this point, my friend Rosa stole my mam’s car (and her phone because the phone sort of works as a car key) and we fled the school. Keep in mind, I am fifteen and Rosa is fourteen or fifteen so she shouldn’t be driving.
At this point I woke up. I was terrified when I thought I heard my mam say “The cicadas aren’t real. Go back to sleep”. I was pretty freaked out because how would she know about the cicadas if they weren’t real?! Anyway, I must have dreamt that part because my mam can’t pronounce the word “cicada”
I went back to sleep at this point because I wanted to see how this plays out.
We got to a CD shop (by now my whole family was in the car and Rosa was gone) and I bought Squirrel Girl comics (despite having every collected edition of the Unbeatable Squirrel Girl, even number eleven which is very hard to get) and we went home. We had to walk home for some reason, despite the apocalypse.
I had two other dreams that night but I’ll keep them brief;
•My mam and I sat by a pond which had friendly snakes and turtles in it. A squishy faced cat wandered by (though it’s owners inexplicably called it an “Asian/American-bulldog”, I live in Ireland, there also aren’t any cicadas in Ireland) and we talked about Discworld.
•I wandered up and down the banks of and swam in a river (apparently in India) while a group of seven year old girls confessed to murder.
Took the bus to the big city yesterday and it only stops near where I live in the early morning and late at night, so I left a bowl for Pandolf with enough food for his 2 meals of the day. He didn’t start eating because it was too early for breakfast and he’s punctilious about mealtimes, but I told him “Bon appétit” to Authorise The Kibble, then left. When I came home at night it was long past his normal dinner time yet I found the bowl half-full—he had eaten the breakfast portion but since he only got 1 bon appétit he didn’t dare to eat the rest for dinner. I don’t think if I had said it twice in a row he would have understood that one of them was a Bon Appétit voucher for his next meal unfortunately. But I’m always amazed by his scruples, he is the most principled animal I know. When he was a puppy he would try to stick his head in his bowl while I poured the food so I taught him to wait until he heard ‘bon appétit’ before going anywhere near it—and very quickly in his mind the words became an incantation that turns the contents of his bowl from a miasma of forbidden unthinkableness into edible food that belongs to him.
This is Pandolf waiting for me to cast the Legal Food spell:
DIPSHIDIOT OF THE DAY: CAR THIEF WHO TRIED TO SELL BACK TO OWNER
DIPSHIDIOT OF THE DAY: CAR THIEF WHO TRIED TO SELL BACK TO OWNER
Man stole woman’s car, tried to sell it back to her, police say
Memphis police arrested a man they say stole a woman’s car and tried to sell it back to her.
The woman reported her 2012 Infiniti stolen from The Indigo Hotel on B.B. King Boulevard on May 23.
She says she was contacted by someone who is related to her friend, who she knew through social media.
The man told her she could have her…
Eliot rattling off murder tips and Sophie going “I’m scared now” and Eliot saying, in a complete duh tone, “I’m here.” Looking genuinely ‘wtf’ for a second when Sophie says, “You’re what’s scaring me.” Eliot, who’s been taught to see himself as a weapon, having been so effectively retrained by Parker (and a little bit Hardison and the others, but mostly Parker) treating him as if the thought of being hurt while he’s around, let alone by him, is patently ridiculous, because obviously he’s always going to protect them, that the thought of one of the team being scared of him - or being scared of anything else while he’s around - becomes automatically, instinctively absurd. My baby he’s grown so MUCH
“CRIME CAREER ENDED FOR PRESENT,” Kingston Whig-Standard. February 22, 1933. Page 13.
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Young Hamilton Indian Is Given Three Years in Penitentiary
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HAMILTON, Feb, 22— A young Indian’s career of crime carried out with bravado of a film gunman, ended yesterday when Harold Jamieson was sentenced to three years imprisonment in Kingston Penitentiary by Judge O. C. Thomson in County Court. He was found guilty of auto theft, attempted auto theft, and theft from person, three year concurrent sentences being imposed on each charge.
At the point of a pistol, Jamieson forced three men to accompany him to a bootlegger's and after spending a time there forced his companions into a car. Two of them escaped while Jamieson was trying to start the car and called police.
Still pointing a pistol at his unwilling companions' heads, Jamieson forced them to drive to Oakville when he was arrested and the pistol turned out to be a toy.
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“YOUNG INDIAN’S CAREER CHECKED,” Brantford Expositor. February 22, 1933. Page 3.
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Given Three Years in Pen for Toy Pistol Adventures
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HAMILTON, Feb. 22— (CP)— A young Indian's career of crime carried out with bravado of a film gunman ended Tuesday when Harold Jamieson was sentenced to three years Imprisonment in Portsmouth penitentiary by Judge G. C. Thomson in county court. He was found guilty of auto theft, attempted auto theft, and theft from person, three-year concurrent sentences being imposed on each charge.
At the point of a pistol, Jamieson forced three men to accompany him to a bootlegger’s and after spending a time there, forced his companions into a car. Two of them escaped while Jamieson was trying to start the car and called police.
Still pointing a pistol at his unwilling companions' heads, Jamieson forced them to drive him to Oakville where he was arrested and the pistol turned out to be a toy.
[AL: The first penitentiary term of a young man who would end up being one of Ontario’s more notorious gunmen in the 1930s and 1940s. Jamieson, who also was known as James Labard and nicknamed ‘Chief’ by many of the inmates, was 21 years old in 1933, single, from the Six Nations of the Grand River, almost six feet tall, and had two previous terms in the reformatory. He had a heart and dagger tattoo on one arm and ‘mother’ on his other; he was a steelworker by training. He was convict #2961 at Kingston Penitentiary and worked in the blacksmith shop. He was a difficult and rebellious prisoner, popular with the other prisoners for “not taking guff” from guards, and was reported almost 45 times for insulting language, refusing to work, mutiny and resistance to officers. He was given corporal punishment in May 1934 for participation in a prisoner protest, yelling and making noise in protest of the cancellation of prison baseball. He was kept in segregation for the next year, and released by expiry in October 1935. He would be back by 1936, and serve two more terms until a release in 1946 and his final death in a gunfight in the states the next year.]