Apparently, after a man in Aurora was stabbed in a bar fight, he drove home and passed out. After waking up (past noon) on Sunday, he must have realized that that stabbing pain (pun intended) was not the result of too many rounds, but was actually knife-induced. The 35-year-old is currently receiving treatment. [The Chicago Tribune]
 
While it’s hard not to laugh at another’s misfortune, and knives are never funny in practice, stories like this make you wonder… What? I’m not quite sure yet.
 
Here’s a pearl of wisdom from one commentor:“My rule has always been…’too drunk to realize I’ve been stabbed in the chest, too drunk to drive.’”
 
Sage words, my friend. Sage words.

So, I was scanning the Tribune and I came across a blog post titled “Sex, drugs and drinking among Chicago teens.” Take a look at this rather baffling quote from the middle of the article:
 
“But the decline in percentage of teens having sex has stalled over the last seven years, as has the number of teens using condoms. With the rise of abstinence-only education, fewer teens are learning about AIDS or HIV infections in school. And more are obese.”
 
What? Where did that last part come from? I could make a snarky comment about the leap in logic, but I’ll restrain myself.

Photo by Brenna Ehrlich
 
This isn’t really related to crime directly, but today I came across a dollar bill with this message on it: “Track this bill: www. wheresgeorge.com.”
 
I’ve always wondered where money has been. Did someone steal it? Die for it? Lose it? Or merely buy gum with it? Here was my chance to find out. I went to the site, created an account and looked to see where the bill has been.
 
Apparently, 1 year, 24 days, 17 hours and 12 minutes ago it was in the hands of “Railroader Jim.” Jim’s profile describes him as a 61-year-old from Minnesota. He’s an:
 
Old time computer geek, mainframe variety. Born, raised and lived most of my life on the East Side of St. Paul. When the winters got too cold for us we moved south. All the way to Hastings MN (it’s just a little bit warmer here, honest). Now that I live on a highway out in the country and my street is always plowed when it snows, every half hour or so. No more “Declared Snow Emergencies” for me where they make you go out and move your car or it’s towed. Favorite toy is my 2006 Harley Ultra Classic. Got it in April of 2006and ride it every chance I get.
 
So, now I know where the bill was a year ago– a place where streets actually get plowed. But where has it been since then? How did it get to Chicagoland? I guess we’ll never know. Still, if someone logs in after I spend it, perhaps we’ll know where it ends up.
 
Here’s hoping it’s involved in something exciting, like a heist of some sort.
 
Farewell George. I’m about to go buy a bagel.

Photo by Brenna Ehrlich
 
This lovely air freshener–a gift from my boyfriend’s father– arrived in the mail today. Apparently, it has a fresh baked doughnut scent.
 
I know, I would be jealous of me too.

So, I happened upon a very strange computer game today– “Ripper,” a 1996 game about Jack the Ripper. Now, if you think that’s weird, hold onto your joystick. The game stars Christopher Walken.
 
Here’s how IMDB describes this interactive masterpiece:
 
Jack’s back. In 2040, a vicious serial killer stalks the mean streets of New York, eviscerating his victims and vanishing without a trace, leaving no clues to his, or her, identity. Only you, as crime reporter Jake Quinlan, can crack the case. There are three suspects; Detective Magnota, lead investigator of the case; Dr. Burton, the doctor with the mysterious past; Falconetti, master hacker; and your own girlfriend and fellow reporter Catherine, whose mother may have been the Ripper’s first victim. It’s up to you, uncover the clues and catch the killer, or else you may be next.
 
I highly suggest taking a look at the trailer for the game– which features the vocal stylings of the Blue Oyster Cult.
 
I know what I want for Christmas this year.

Photo by Just-Us-3
 
It’s the Chicago Crime Scene. Apparently, when you order online on Domino’s Pizza’s Web site you can name your own pizza. Other hungry folk may then order said pizza.
 
Enter the Chicago Crime Scene, a deep dish pie with black olives, cheese, green peppers and Italian sausage.
 
I guess the toppings are supposed to reflect Chi-Town’s mob connections. But I think it would be more accurate if Al Capone followed the delivery guy in and asked for his slice of the pie.