While Waiting at a Stop Light...

Yesterday on the drive home from the gym, I saw a bumper sticker on a small car:

"Thespians Do It On Stage"

In my mind, I had to add... "but they fake it..."

There is an odd little game I play when I'm alone in my car sitting at a stop light. As the cars go by, I look at the driver and play "Yes... No... Maybe..." In this game, I see the drivers as they drive by and say "Yes" if I'd go for them (read whatever you want into this -- date, kiss, shag, etc.), "No" if I wouldn't, and "Maybe" if I felt I needed more than a few seconds glanzing to make the call.

In some cases, depending on mood, the game might become a bit more emphatic. A hot bear in a pickup truck might get a "Oh hell yeah!" while a toupeed guy in a Ford Pinto might illicit a "dear god no...!"

There are also times when the stoplight is nothing but soccer mom vans and little old ladies driving enormous land-roving vehicles. Slow moments at the stop lights, to be sure. The wheels in mind spin in odd ways, it goes back to the days when I was left to occupy myself without getting into trouble. This stop light game came from this and I find it generally passes the time.

Oh, and the guy with the bumper sticker? He was a no.

Evil Science

One of my favorite shows to watch is on the Oxygen network called Snapped. In the true crime/forensic science vein of shows, it stands apart in that all of the killers are women. While most true crime shows depict male killers and their male and/or female victims, this show spotlights that the female can be the deadlier of the species.

Last night's episode dealt with an overbearing and controlling female biochemist/business owner who killed her hubby when he left her and attempted a divorce. She and her young (hot) male accomplice basically tased him, knocked him out with chloroform, put him head-first in a 55-gallon barrel, and poured hydrochloric acid on him to dissolve the body.

This irked me in many ways, but worse so in that the lady was a chemist, which was my chosen profession for several years. I always think of science as being used to solve a crime, but to see someone use it to dispose of evidence and off someone was especially disturbing. In theory, if she had handled it better, she might have actually gotten rid of the body by completely dissolving it away. I've digested organic products in acid solutions before, whole minature fish like sardines for example, and the digestive process can literally leave nothing more than a liquid soup that could never be identified as a once living thing.

I was channeling my inner Abby Sciuto, who I am sure would be aghast at this misuse of scientific expertise. The good news is that she and her accomplice were caught and sentenced to life in jail without parole. I'm sure Abby would have done a happy dance at outcome, Caf-Pow in hand.