Crazy Is the New Sane

What a crazy world we’re living in. What are some people thinking? Everyday it’s something else to make a mostly sane individual shake their head in disbelief.

A while back, an 18-year-old plunged to his death while taking a selfie at Yosemite National Park, falling hundreds of feet from atop the nearly 600-ft-high Nevada Falls in California.

Last month a Dallas police officer came home and walked into a wrong apartment, thinking it was hers, and killed the man who actually lived there, presuming the latter was an intruder.

A Rite Aid employee in Maryland arrived at work and shot six of her co-workers, three of whom died before the assailant shot herself and later died in the hospital. A witness said she was in a bad mood.

Earlier in the week, a commercial flight from Phoenix to Boston was diverted to Kansas City due to an unruly passenger who refused to stop doing pull-ups on the overhead bins. He appeared to be reportedly intoxicated, having ordered and consumed a few beers in flight

A stewardess asked the man allegedly three or four times to sit down, but he refused to quit until reaching his fitness goal. The belligerent person became verbally abusive, calling the woman names, at which point the flight was forced to land in Kansas City.

Law officials escorted the fitness fanatic off the plane, handing him over to FBI agents who were waiting at the gate. Charles Atlas, not his real name, was interviewed and released.

No charges were filed, which seems odd to me, considering the extra fuel, time, and inconvenience to customers who arrived at their final destination 90 minutes late from the KC diversion.  Seems no one gets in trouble anymore from drinking excess beer.

Fitbit

Fitbit

Speaking of fitness, I mentioned my acquiring a Fitbit in a previous post. The device is a no-frills smartwatch that keeps track of how many steps a wearer takes, distance traveled, calories burned, heartbeats per minute, and how well a person sleeps: duration of deep and light z’s, and how many times one is awaken.

All of this gets noted on a Bluetooth-connected smartphone that compiles all the data neatly into daily, weekly and monthly tabulations.

The only problem is the constant connection wipes out the phone’s battery, making daily recharges necessary, when I can go a few days normally on a full charge.

As the result, I’ve uninstalled the software from the smartphone, but continue to use the Fitbit just for the daily information stored while gallivanting about, not yet reaching my 24-hour goal of 7,000 steps, equivalent to roughly 3 miles or 4.8 kilometers.

However, I almost reached 6,000 at Sarobia (Neshaminy State Park in Eddington, Pa.) last Friday, the day before bow-hunting season for deer started, trampling around areas best to stay out of while archers are lurking about from now until mid-January of next year, with a month break in between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Hunting is not allow on Sunday, so at least once a week is worry-free from being shot by an arrow.

Anyway, what got me off on this tangent are Fitbits’ snitching on criminals, according to Rolling Stone Magazine. The lead-in to the story is about a woman who was found dead by a co-worker. The victim’s stepfather, while being questioned, stated he hadn’t seen her for five days since he stopped to visit for dropping off homemade pizza and biscotti.

The dead woman’s Fitbit had recorded her heart rate had spiked tremendously at about the time the stepfather claimed he was there, and then the beats stopped completely shortly thereafter, pinpointing and coinciding the exact time of death with her stepfather’s visit. Authorities charged the man ultimately with his stepdaughter’s murder.

The one I found most significant is the story about a man who was arrested for the murder of his girlfriend. His Fitbit showed he had been asleep at the time of the woman’s death, clearing him of the dastardly deed. Another suspect in the case had attempted initially to frame the boyfriend but ended up being the one found guilty of the murder, after data on the perpetrator’s smartphone determined he was at the scene of the crime when the woman was killed.

Not that I get into similar situations, but one never knows what the minds of demented people can conjure up to save their own hides. Perhaps I should re-install my Fitbit’s software back onto the smartphone, just in case. So what, if I have to charge the phone every day? That’s a lot better than facing time for something that’s not my doing.

So much for that. I can go on, but will save the absurdities for a future tirade. Thanks for stopping by, as always; and I appreciate your continued support.

About Mike Slickster

As an early retiree with an honorary doctorate degree from the proverbial "School of Hard Knocks," this upcoming author with a lot of free time on his hands utilizes his expansive repertoire for humorous yet tragic, wildly creative writing that contains years of imaginative fantasy, pure nonsense, classic slapstick, extreme happiness and searing heartbreak; gathered by a wealth of personal experiences throughout his thrilling—sometimes mundane or unusually horrid—free-spirited, rock-'n'-roller-coaster ride around our beloved Planet Earth. Mike Slickster's illustrious quest continues, living now in Act Three of his present incarnation, quite a bit on the cutting edge of profundity and philosophical merriment as seen through his colorful characters, most notably evident in the amusing Thirty Days Across the Big Pond series, all of which can be found at Lulu.com.
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