Thanks to my simple gmail address I get a lot of mail sent to me on accident. My favorite unintentional correspondent is a juvenile correction officer from down south. He mistakenly sends me lots of pictures of juvenile young women posing in hotel rooms, with captions like "Buddy, isn't she hot!" Last night he fwded me an office thread containing an mp3 clip of a distraught mother calling 911. Of course the clip is totally amazing (mom is ready to kill her 15 year old son who is being disrespectful), but it is a bit surprising that the people in charge have no problem using their work email accounts to fwd this stuff around:
listen: (mp3)
update: turns out this mp3 is old, who knows who leaked it - sorry for insinuating that my email pal and his buddies were responsible
I'm confused. I hope Barack Obama can explain this to me.
Posted by: K | April 17, 2008 at 01:48 PM
It's a distraught chipmunk mom! (: Gettin' the "chipmunk effect" when I click the mp3.
Posted by: Jonathan Steinke | April 17, 2008 at 02:14 PM
omg- so some juvenile 'corrections' officer is taking the (juvenile- hence- underage) girls to hotel rooms?
puke!
you gotta report that email address man!
Posted by: zombot | April 17, 2008 at 02:24 PM
I'm afraid everyone in any position like this passes around info like that.
Privacy, what's that?
Posted by: protogenes | April 17, 2008 at 02:55 PM
monica wilson got a mother fuckin' hammer!
Posted by: jeff | April 17, 2008 at 03:31 PM
I think the lesson there is that everyone steals things from work.
Posted by: eugene | April 17, 2008 at 04:09 PM
googled this and found a posting of the mp3 elsewhere from march of last year. still awesome.
Posted by: andy | April 17, 2008 at 05:32 PM
If the police showed up, they might have to take that hammer, maybe even take it to the Captain. Yeah, take that hammer, take it to the Captain. Yeah, take that hammer, take it to the Captain...
Posted by: Quizmaster Chris | April 17, 2008 at 06:42 PM
I combined the MP3 of the mother w/ the MP3 Kenneth Ranales' "Mind Crash" and created quite a mashup. Try it yourself, kids!
Posted by: Andrew Williams | April 18, 2008 at 03:03 AM
My mom was a cop groupie, and had a sort of steady thing with an Oakland [CA] officer throughout his rise from vice to homicide to chief of homicide to, eventually, head of security at the casino which replaced the Catholic-jailbait-friendly bowling alley a couple of suburbs inland. The first "have a nice weekend, kid, but do it somewhere else," bribe was a vial of mescaline, a box full of fireworks, a Walkman and a paper grocery bag full of casette tapes. And a get out of the house for the weekend free card.
The cassettes were unboxed, and un-blanked; the labels bore dates, times, interrogation room #s, and initials. The contents were COMPLETELY EFFING SPOOKY. (It was Oakland. In the 80s.
But what did I care? I was 11 going on 30, 18 months shy of hitting the road for good, and I had Chrome and Flipper and This Is Boston Not LA to record before sunset came that Friday.
Those tapes sucked for music.
Even Gang Green.
Posted by: Jessica | April 18, 2008 at 03:22 AM
i'm cryin'. i searched for pan's people and just hit the link. i'm fixin' to make a movie with it. i'll send it to you.
Posted by: mrjyn nichopoulouzo | September 20, 2009 at 05:35 PM