watched that with the sound off, and the first minute and a half was really fucking eerie. was kind of a relief when the cop started waving his gun and people started moving at a normal speed. so — people moving slowly and silently in snow = creepy. i'm sure it's a different story with the sound on.
My friend and his cohorts started the game that preceded this – screaming HUMMER and hurling snowballs at them whenever they passed. I just got off the phone with him and he now agrees it was probably not the best idea to single out Hummers for snowball attacks. Next time, it's just Accords and Priuses. They seem less likely to be driven by quick-to-anger plainsclothes officers.
I would also like to say that, via Facebook, I know that someone I know decided to crack open a "brewski" walking home from the liquor store somewhere in the magical land where NW turns into NE because he figured open container had been suspended due to zombie apocalypse nature of our fair city and of course as soon as he did a cop car pulled up behind him and rolled down the window. "GET IN THE BACK OF THE CAR," the officer said to my now I'm sure petrified acquaintance. The officer then added, "Just kidding!" and drove off. So. It takes all kinds is what I'm saying!
Well, that's because there are only 4 dozen of them in the entire District of Columbia, so each of them has to embody super-exaggerated hipster qualities.
DATELINE 1983 – ARLINGTON, VA – Me and Carlos were throwing snowballs at passing cars from high on top of a hill. We score a direct hit on the windshield of a Buick struggling up Barton Street. The car stops and the driver jumps out to run up the hill. We take off down the row of townhouses, around into the courtyard and back all the way to the back door of Carlos' place. We turn just as we close the door and the driver is rushing to the door. He pounds on the door, Carlos mother answers and we get a stern talking to. Lesson learned. DON'T THROW SNOWBALLS AT MOVING VEHICLES. It's dangerous.
When my brother was a little kid, he spent a happy snowy afternoon throwing snowballs at the 50th street crosstown bus. He went home for dinner, and no sooner did he walk in the door that my grandmother grabbed him and started whaling away at him. "I was on the bus and saw you on the street and said to the woman next to me, 'look at that sweet young boy, he's my grandson', and just then your snowball hit my window".
a) quick draw with the chant
b) the black ski mask
c) the sign declaring someone (the U.S.) get out of something (or maybe "My dad get out of my mom")
d) the unironic use of the word "Pig"
Then, like a few people above, I found myself feeling deep shame for sort of wanting to cop to at least knock the shit out of kid holding the sign.
But I'm bitter because last year in Red Hook a 12 year old hit me with a water balloon as I was trying to calibrate my Nike+ system.
And because of Michael Bloomberg and the man trying to keep me down, I didn't have a gun on me.
watched that with the sound off, and the first minute and a half was really fucking eerie. was kind of a relief when the cop started waving his gun and people started moving at a normal speed. so — people moving slowly and silently in snow = creepy. i'm sure it's a different story with the sound on.
Officer Vandross: put down your weapon, you look very silly.
Snowball-throwers: you are annoying and not actually being endangered and/or oppressed.
Madison wins", as always.
I'm amazed at how quickly they improvised a chant. Excellent cadence and rhythm, kids.
Also: WTF?
NY POST Headline: 'HO HO HOLD IT!'
The urge to shoot them myself became too great, so I turned it off around 3 minutes in.
agreed.
Uh, seriously, guys?
One minute, seventeen seconds.
Stopping and getting out of his Hummer after it got hit with a few snowballs was the start of the stupidity
My friend and his cohorts started the game that preceded this – screaming HUMMER and hurling snowballs at them whenever they passed. I just got off the phone with him and he now agrees it was probably not the best idea to single out Hummers for snowball attacks. Next time, it's just Accords and Priuses. They seem less likely to be driven by quick-to-anger plainsclothes officers.
oh and by the way, brittany murphey always did look like a cokehead: winter of death ftw.
I believe she had an eating disorder at one point? Cardiac arrest is associated with anorexia/bulimia.
or i could just be an asshole and she could have had long qt syndrome.
My first thought, HG. I hope we're wrong and it was genetic.
wow, first I heard of that. she was young…
OMG I was just in the middle of an unintentional Brittany Murphy Netflix Recommends weekend. When will the summer of death end!
Detective Baylor's always been a loose cannon.
But he gets results!
GODDAMNIT HE GETS RESULTS.
He's a good cop–a damned good cop!
The only one who really understands him is his woman.
and then the stuck him with that dumb kid as a partner
And then THEY stuck him with the dumb kid as a partner
/fixed
I would also like to say that, via Facebook, I know that someone I know decided to crack open a "brewski" walking home from the liquor store somewhere in the magical land where NW turns into NE because he figured open container had been suspended due to zombie apocalypse nature of our fair city and of course as soon as he did a cop car pulled up behind him and rolled down the window. "GET IN THE BACK OF THE CAR," the officer said to my now I'm sure petrified acquaintance. The officer then added, "Just kidding!" and drove off. So. It takes all kinds is what I'm saying!
It's like 25 degrees out here! What the hell is he thinking?
Awesome!
I love that love-all-serve-all, we-are-the-world feeling when the cop pulls you over and WARNS you after scaring your shit out and drives away.
I think this calls for a hot chocolate with the president.
Wow, DC hipsters are even more annoying than New York hipsters.
Well, that's because there are only 4 dozen of them in the entire District of Columbia, so each of them has to embody super-exaggerated hipster qualities.
First Kent State and now this. I weep for America.
I'm just impressed that, being from D.C., a city notorious for being unable to cope with a snowfall, they actually knew how to make snowballs.
DATELINE 1983 – ARLINGTON, VA – Me and Carlos were throwing snowballs at passing cars from high on top of a hill. We score a direct hit on the windshield of a Buick struggling up Barton Street. The car stops and the driver jumps out to run up the hill. We take off down the row of townhouses, around into the courtyard and back all the way to the back door of Carlos' place. We turn just as we close the door and the driver is rushing to the door. He pounds on the door, Carlos mother answers and we get a stern talking to. Lesson learned. DON'T THROW SNOWBALLS AT MOVING VEHICLES. It's dangerous.
When my brother was a little kid, he spent a happy snowy afternoon throwing snowballs at the 50th street crosstown bus. He went home for dinner, and no sooner did he walk in the door that my grandmother grabbed him and started whaling away at him. "I was on the bus and saw you on the street and said to the woman next to me, 'look at that sweet young boy, he's my grandson', and just then your snowball hit my window".
I was with the kids until I noticed the
a) quick draw with the chant
b) the black ski mask
c) the sign declaring someone (the U.S.) get out of something (or maybe "My dad get out of my mom")
d) the unironic use of the word "Pig"
Then, like a few people above, I found myself feeling deep shame for sort of wanting to cop to at least knock the shit out of kid holding the sign.
But I'm bitter because last year in Red Hook a 12 year old hit me with a water balloon as I was trying to calibrate my Nike+ system.
And because of Michael Bloomberg and the man trying to keep me down, I didn't have a gun on me.