Saturday, September 16, 2017

Circumstantial Evidence

There is an appeal pending right now for Scott Peterson in the murder of his pregnant wife, Laci Peterson. He is convicted and sits on death row. Many people are concerned about the innocence of Scott. It is an active conversation on social media and court forums everywhere.

There are websites to visit where you can glean info to decide for yourself.

The problem is that some who are posting to these sights are introducing information garnered from areas other than the trial transcripts. There is a lot of,' I heard this ...', or  'I read that ...' 
It seems that as more people familiarize themselves with the case, more believe in Scott Peterson's innocence.

Here is a brief that the police used for their theory of how it happened - 

 - - - Scott murdered Laci sometime before he left his home on December 23rd at 9:30 am to go golfing. He placed her 160 lb body into the back of his pickup truck, (parked in his driveway, as there is no garage for stealth) covered it with three patio umbrellas, and drove to his small warehouse, some miles away. Here he decided it was too cold for golf, and instead decided to fish for the first time in his newly acquired used boat.
     He had a bay with a roll-up door where he had the 14 foot open boat on its trailer. There was no room for the truck inside so he parked it out front and went into the office. Scott spent 30 minutes on his computer sending emails and looking up how to assemble a mortise tool he had received via mail order. This was about 10:30 am and all this with a dead body in back of the truck out front.
     He then stored the umbrellas in the warehouse, reversed his truck and attached the boat. Somehow he transferred Laci's pregnant body from the truck into the boat, all in bright sunlight, hoisting it up over the rim of the boat and into the trailer. Then he attached 4 or 5, 15 lb cement weights to her limbs and head, covered her body with a tarp, and drove another 90 miles towing the boat on the highway to the Berkley Marina.
     Once there, about noon, he bought a launch ticket and backed the truck up with difficulty enough that people noticed he was not used to handling his vehicle with a trailer or launching a boat from a ramp, but did it, tied the boat with Laci's body to the dock in bright sunshine, parked his truck and trailer and then went fishing in San Francisco bay, at 12:54 in shallow waters all within view of hundreds of houses, and somehow weighed down the body with the weights he made somewhere and dropped her now 235 lb dead weight overboard into the bay. 

Then went home and reported her missing. - - - 



Yep, that's what the Modesto Police say happened. All in sunshine. All on Christmas Eve morning. 

Laci's body was not found for three months, then without head, feet or hands and some internal organs were removed. (exactly like another woman found in S.F. Bay the year before, Evelyn Hernandez, but the police had no suspicions of any cult ritual killing)  No homemade weights were ever found except 1 in the boat. 
A cadaver dog never had a hit in the boat or the warehouse. 

These are only a very few of the police facts of the case. And as more real facts come to light, the trial becomes more confused than ever, and the verdict seems a long way from reality.



Interest? Check it out for yourself - - -



This was a high profile case at the time and there are hundreds of difficulties with the multitude of police, their testimony under oath, the odd witnesses, and the sensational media reporting. Indeed, even the jurists! You might find it interesting to review the trial yourself, perhaps a little brain food instead of the TV?
The transcripts are available which will allow one to avoid the social media emotion. 
Beware of TV programs that may have been written to a conclusion one way or another.












Monday, September 04, 2017

Nissan Nismo, pole lap Le Mans

A ride-in of the complete Le Mans circuit that won the pole position for Mark Blundell in 1990. Insane speed that he said was anticipating a massive accident all the way around. 
Imagine starting your turn at 200 mph long before the corner even appears! The Mulsanne Straight is positively scary. This takes ice-water in your veins, intense bravery and phenomenal skill in an incredibly fast race car.







Monday, April 03, 2017

Singer Harry's Christmas Album

 
INTERIOR - RECORDING STUDIO - DAY

Singer Harry is about to begin recording his first Christmas album. There are some decorations evident. In the Control Room are the Musical Director KEVIN, his Personal Assistant GIRL, and the ENGINEER. They are watching through the glass as Singer HARRY dons a head-set in his sound booth. We hear the pre-recorded orchestral intro music. The song is Mistletoe and Holly.  

FADE IN:

MUSICAL DIRECTOR KEVIN
          Cue for Harry's Christmas Album.

The music swells, Singer Harry appears ready.

SINGER HARRY (singing)
          Oh by gosh by golly, it's time for Mister Toe and holly, tasty ...

M.D. KEVIN
          Cut! (laughing) 
          Go again, a little slip there, Harry. No problem.

SINGER HARRY   (looks oddly at them)
          Sure, Kevin.

The Engineer starts the music again.

SINGER HARRY
          Oh by gosh by golly, it's time for Mister Toe and ...

M.D. KEVIN
          Cut!  Harry?

SINGER HARRY
          What?   What's going on?

M.D. KEVIN   (trying to laugh)
          You did it again.

SINGER HARRY (puzzled, looks through glass at the others) 
          Did what again?

The Engineer glances at Kevin. P.A. Girl just shrugs, chews her gum.

M.D. KEVIN
          Harry, you're saying Mister TOE. 

SINGER HARRY  (after a pause, still staring) 
          Yeah, so?

M.D. KEVIN
          Okay, Ha ha. I get it. He's funny. Isn't he funny?

Musical Director Kevin looks to the others for confirmation that they also think Singer Harry is joking. They seem doubtful. Singer Harry is peering at them all.

P.A. GIRL  (nodding at Engineer)  
          He's funny.

ENGINEER
          Yeah, funny.

M.D. KEVIN
          Harry, you're saying Mister Toe instead of Mistletoe.

SINGER HARRY
          I am saying - Oh by gosh by jolly, it's time for Mister Toe and holly. 

M.D. KEVIN
          Now you said by gosh by JOLLY! It is mistletoe not MISTER TOE,  and golly not jolly.

SINGER HARRY
          I've always sung it Mister Toe. That's the words.

M.D.KEVEN (exasperated)  
          No, they're not Harry, it is mistletoe, what you do at Christmas. Under the mistletoe, get it?

SINGER HARRY
          We never had mistletoe since Mom and Neighbour Bill that time.

M.D. KEVIN  (sigh)
          Just do the words, Harry.

SINGER HARRY
          Kevin, my uncle sang that song to me when I was four, and every year since. I know the song. 

P.A. GIRL  (whisper to Kevin)
          I think he thinks those ARE the words.

M.D. KEVIN (tapping his mic)
          Harry, your uncle was kidding you.

ENGINEER
          How could he sing it all this time without knowing? It's the name of the song.

SINGER HARRY  (a bit defensive)
          Have you got the lyrics there?

M.D. KEVIN
          Seriously Harry? YOU said you didn't need the freakin' lyrics.

P.A. GIRL
          I didn't bring the song sheet. He said he knew it all his life.

ENGINEER  (now covering his mic)
          Do we have to prove it to him?

M.D. KEVIN
          Harry, just sing mistletoe instead of Mister Toe. Okay?

The Engineer starts the music intro again. Singer Harry ignores it, taking off his headset.

SINGER HARRY
          But I've always sang it like that.

M.D. KEVIN
          How could you? Didn't you ever wonder what Mister Toe meant?

Singer Harry thinks a bit, but just stares through the glass at Musical Director Kevin.

P.A. GIRL  (whispering aloud)
          Maybe he thinks a big toe comes down the chimney?

That is too much for Engineer and he tries to hide his laughter.

SINGER HARRY
          Well what d'you think it means?

M.D. KEVIN
          Harry, there is no Mister-freakin'-Toe in the song! Can we just do this?

The intro music just keeps repeating.

P.A. GIRL
          I can go and find the lyric sheet.

ENGINEER
          I could use the overtime.

SINGER HARRY
          You think it says mistletoe huh?

M.D. KEVIN
          I KNOW it says mistletoe. And it is golly not jolly. oh my gosh my GOLLY, not jolly. I mean BY gosh BY golly. Egad, you're making me crazy.

SINGER HARRY
          Hey, jolly is good too.

P.A. GIRL  (solemnly shaking her head)
          No one's jolly here.

M.D. KEVIN
          Harry, we're not rewriting a new song. This one is an OLD song. Sinatra was a co-writer of it. Can you just do it with mistletoe and forget whoever the hell Mister Toe is?

SINGER HARRY
          Hey, I'm easy, you got it.

The Engineer re-cues the intro and it starts. They all stare through the glass with trepidation at Singer Harry as he re-positions his head phones but needs to readjust and Engineer starts the intro yet once again. Singer Harry ends up holding just one earpiece to his ear.

SINGER HARRY  (singing again)
          Oh my gosh by golly, it's time for ... mistletoe and holly, poolside tables, Betty's Grables, peasants under the snow .....

The Engineer looks at Musical Director Kevin, throws up his arms in frustration but leaves it go.  P.A. Girl is wide-eyed with disbelief.

SINGER HARRY
          Oh my gosh you tinkles,  Grammaw's got new wrinkles, Mother's drinking, Father's stinking, and no one knows where to go .....

The Engineer slowly turns down the volume in the control room.

M.D. KEVIN
          Oh jeeze (shakes his head) I needed this job.

The Engineer fades the music to the control room out. Musical Director Kevin turns away and thumbs through a notebook.

M.D. KEVIN
          We paid for the orchestra. They said it would be easy.

P.A. Girl is strengthening her mascara while blowing bubble gum. Engineer takes a comic book from under his console, then a rolled cigarette from behind his ear and sniffs it. Musical Director Kevin just hangs his head.

We watch Harry in the booth, there is no audio now and he is not heard but we see he is totally oblivious while singing his heart out!

ANGLE ON:
We pan back to the console room, there is no one there.


FADE OUT:  
           


 

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Hysterical photographs

1944
"Der Fuhrer is gonna shit when he finds out no one brought the chairs."
"Don't be lookink at me, Doesnitz vas supposed to bring dem."
                "Oh schnitzel, I forgot to tell him."