So I watch a lot of Investigation Discovery. A shitton. It’s the only thing I turn my TV on for. And I have noticed a pattern of frankly dumb behavior among people suspected (and probably guilty of) killing their relatives. So, while I don’t condone murdering your “loved” ones, if you’re gonna, follow these guidelines make so you don’t rookie mistakes:
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Category:Literature
Ken Rosenburg’s Office
Ken Rosenburg, Tommy Vercetti's lawyer, works out of an office in the Hotel Harrison. This building is pretty dull and nondescript compared to a lot of Vice City's other locales. It doesn't have any neon lighting and it's painted, relatively, subdued colors (although they are still unique colors so that the place is easy for the player to remember and find). But then, Ken isn't exactly partial to 80's decor.
The Lesson of the Star
It could not be said exactly that she learned the lesson. Allen Marks’ fate had not dampened her own insatiable need to steal. Though she usually didn’t kill people unless she had to. Or they shot first. Or were a dick and therefore had it coming. Or they had a hard-to-find hat that went perfectly with her suit.
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1850 TF2: By the Book
The Soldier was grandstanding. Again. This happened at almost every meal. They would all sit around the camp fire, eat their rations, and Soldier would tell them all about fighting battles in the Mexican-American War. They generally just let him speak, but today…
“Every conflict has its causalities,” Soldier said in conclusion of today’s tale of patriotic heroism. “I lost a boot that day. I kicked Santa Anna’s ass so hard it got stuck in there so he got to keep it.” He put on a look of great solemnity and gave his lost boot a moment of silence.
Spy, though certainly disciplined enough to have contained his disbelief like any other day, chose not to on this one. It escaped him in the form of a skeptic snort.
“Oh yeah?” Soldier said, glaring across the fire at him. “And what would a Chinaman know about fighting wars, Chopsticks?”
Spy sneered and said, “The Chinese wrote the book on war.”
Full Color: Budd Dwyer and His Impact on Journalistic Photography
You have R. Budd Dwyer to thank for color photos in the press being standard.
I will not hesitate to admit that I have an almost unhealthy interest in death in the media. But my heart rate won’t race for just anything. Anna Nicole Smith did nothing for me. September 11th didn’t even really do it. For me, it needs to be a personal matter, either to me or to the people directly involved.
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The Dyson
“James Dyson,” she moaned,
“Thou art a god.
Provider and Patron Saint
Of every housewife ever
To wipe sweat from her brow.”
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Victory Thru Non-Violence
Oh, I got you this time
Agent White!
And Boy oh boy
Are you gonna feel
Like a dipshit after this one!
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Apples and Precision
“As you can see here,”
Our teacher said,
Flashing a pleasant smile and the transparency
From Kuper’s adaptation of Kafka’s “The Metamorphosis”,
“This artist also works in scratchboard.
In fact, he does ‘Spy vs. Spy’
In scratchboard too.”
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