Fightin Crime
About ...
Who are you?
If you're here you probably know me in real life already. If you don't I'd guess about 90% of this is going to be really, really boring.

Why this now?
Yeah, well my Friendster profile went bust and the people at Movable Type were kind enough to put out a free CMS when I was in the mood to do something about it. Anyway, I remember things better if I write them down and it's an easy way to share stories and photos. I don't know long I'll keep up with it, maybe until the novelty and annoyance of living in San Frandisco wears off. Although I haven't busted Tony at the Folsom Street Fair yet so it'll go on at least until next fall.

What's this about fighing crime?
I suppose I had to put some title to this thing right? Fighting crime is whatever my struggle of the day entails. Now that I live in California I find I have a lot of crime to fight. Have you seen my Governor?

How often is it updated?
Paul and I try to explore to a new area, restaurant or neighborhood at least once a week. If there's something of interest I'll put up a collection of pictures or a post. I'm averaging about once a week.

I have something to say, can I contribute to fightin' crime?
You sure can, there's a comments section on every post. If you'd like to post an original entry send me an e-mail and I'll set you up as an author. Have picture of Bob as trollboy or Tony with a towel, perfect opportunity. Just remember it'll be public, if you don't want it read don't write it or at least have the decency to use pseudonyms.

Where are the pictures of the Ft. Wayne Rollers?
During the mid '70s I was not actually a member of a cutthroat roller derby team in Indiana. Nor was Barb. Nor did our team have white satin jackets with rainbow patches either, as much as Tony would love it to be true.

While on the subject of stories, that whole Taus thing, that can die already. And I hope that screenplay never sees the light of day in my lifetime since I still see people use Taus as my e-mail nickname. Same goes for the Ozzy paraphernalia, you get caught watching one VH1 Rockumentary in 1993 and all the sudden every gift giving occasion for the rest of your life involves Ozzy Osbourne.

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