I am now so in the mood to watch My Name is Earl.

(x-post with brenda) Heh. This whole "crime makes you stupid" riff is totally going to send erika to her happy place.

Except for high-end con artists, who as we all know from the movies are both smart and cool.

Of course, but that's why they never get caught!

I just finished reading The Big Con, a terrific book about large and small grifts and cons from shortly after the Civil War through the Prohibition era (and a major inspiration for the film The Sting), and it's full of stories of amazing, dazzlingly complex and sophisticated cons told to the author years or even decades later by one of the last two or three surviving participants in the cons, once it was finally, finally safe to tell the stories. They were all so pleased with themselves and so much enjoying telling their tales; it must've just killed them to keep silent all those years before.

Aaarrrgh.

Big fuckups at work in my department, some of which I've had a small hand in. My boss and my boss's boss have both said that they're worried about their jobs.

Hey, is Victor around, or anyone else who can talk to me about Worcester? I'm trying to figure out the best way to get from NYC to Worcester. It's for work, so they would pay for a plane + car service, but that just seems so fucking stupid. It seems that I can't take the train, since I have to be there for noon and it seems like there's only a train that gets in at 1pm. Thoughts?

Edit: Maybe Amtrak to the commuter rail. Hmm.

Plane and car might be the best way to go, actually, if the train schedule's that screwy. Would this be a weekday? I'd swear there's something earlier, although Lea had problems dealing with the train, too.

Drop me an e-mail at ocvictor2002@yahoo.com.

Yeouch, Tom. Hope it blows over quickly.

I had a friend who worked in a stop & rob in Virginia. At the time (don't know about now) you couldn't buy alcoholic beverages on Sunday morning. Well, someone came in on a Sunday morning, grabbed a six pack of beer out of the fridge case, put it on the checkout counter, and put his driver's license next to it. My friend told him that she couldn't sell him the beer due to VA blue laws. So the guy grabbed the six-pack and ran off. When the cops arrived and asked for a description, she handed them the license and said, "He looks a lot like this."

Yikes Tom!

TIM: Why would he keep the car, knowing it'd be the first thing we'd look for?
FRANK: Crime makes you stupid.

TIM: Can I quote you on that?
(I had lunch. The Homicide quoting would demand that I tell you I tend to have crabs, but considering best to let that one lie. I didn't have a grilled-cheese either, though. Nor an egg cream, even though culturally we ran out of ideas in 1968 so I'm bound to repeat myself eventually.)

Oh dear. I hope everything works out alright, Tom.

Eep, Tom! That can't be any fun. Hope it's not as bad as it might be.