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Cops killed man threatening suicide
I love the police protocol for stopping people from committing suicide. Seems to me there was a similar situation years ago where PD successfully kept a man from harming himself by killing him as well. Good job guys! I can sleep easy knowing the police will protect me from myself.— November 25, 2015 10:20 a.m.
neighborhoods/otay-mesa -- Otay Mesa
Whoa, there. Been just a little over a year since my last entry. Been a long and tough road and have emerged victorious on the other side. I've been away from my beloved river bottom but just recently before the storm that just passed I spent a couple hours there on my way back from work. Man, I was treated to such an amazing show. So, if you were on either the 934 or the 933 buses and you got off right between Beyer and Hollister you'd find a nice new trail that leads down into the canyon that opens up to a meadow roughly the size of a large football field. The open ground full of waist high vegetation is home to various ground dwellers as I've been lucky enough to witness. Surrounding the meadow on the south side is a hill where you can see homes that overlook the park and they must enjoy a good view of the pond as well. On the hillsides are eucalyptus trees that stretch 50 to 100 feet to the sky and if you're lucky enough, you'll get to see two brown eagles at play and hunting. Sometimes they're already there before you arrive and if you don't pay attention, you'll never know they're there. Then a sharp grating squeal and off in the distance under the cover of huge branch clusters the leaves are disturbed as silhouetted feathers and shadows too fast to catch tussle and cackle playfully in the foliage. Thats what I saw when all of a sudden out of nowhere a peregrine falcon starts dive bombing the pair and then the chase was on! Their precise teamwork and hunting skills now a simple matter of fact, one of the eagles ascended 300, I dunno, 400 feet and flapped his wings in a holding position eyes on the action below as the other eagle ran an amazing display of twists, turns and aerial magic forcing it's its body suddenly turning on a dime maintaining a perfect tail on the smaller, lighter raptor. As if part of a well rehearsed ballet, the chase skirted the valley floor for a quarter mile as the eagle began closing the gap leaving the fleeing bird no choice but to ascend and thats when POOF! The little guy blew up in a pyrotechnic display of feathers that left me momentarily shocked and quite speechless. Thats when it got eerily quiet as you could hear the successful hunters cackling in delight, sating their hunger off in the unseen distance but well within earshot. Yeah, that was a treat. I Love this place sooooo much.— September 16, 2015 6:05 p.m.
Homeless camp cleanup downtown
Nothing could be colder or more callous than throwing people's belongings away. So now they have nothing, they live on the streets and the people that complain feel justified in their self righteousness. Here are the cold hard facts. These "evictions" or "relocations" end up being a revolving camp merry go round. They move them from the trolley line between Island and Imperial Ave and they continually move them east until they end up at that freeway encampment and they keep getting moved, their only belongings going with them. It is a vicious and sad cycle. I've been witnessing it for years. It's sad and disheartening when you know that there are resources available but the conditions for that roof and warm bed are usually asking these non-conformists or even the drug addled for too much. Yeah, we are capitalist pigs.— September 4, 2015 7:40 p.m.
San Diego slumlords on notice
And then there are the freaky anomalies,(at least I hope they are) that are these two characters I came across along 39th St. Our mutual cycling interests was the impetus of us ever meeting. One is about five three or maybe four and a good 200 lbs. The other a good six footer weighing in at a good 320lbs. They both ride the sweetest carbon fiber competition tour road bikes that cost thousands of dollars. The meticulous attention to detail in the King hubs and Headpiece and other sweet details forced one to come along when invited over for a few cold ones so, when you step in behind them as the open their respective doors,(they're neighbors, not roomates) and suddenly you see the squalor that they live in it is sickening. The observant eye can see weeks, No! months of the door opening and the shoes coming off with the socks, shirt and sometimes shorts in a consistent trail.The living area? Fuggedabahdit!! Disgusting, repulsive and embarrasing. And they look at you like YOU'RE crazy when you gaze at it all in horror.However, I know many in the area who's rent has skyrocketed and the apartment doesn't merit such a hike without improvement. A friend of mine is such a clean freak yet her battles with the famed city heights cockroach are legendary. Ask anybody, uh, ah,...they'll tell you. Go ahead, ask. .— August 22, 2015 11:15 p.m.
Chargers departure could hit U-T where it hurts
Suddenly the knife at the Mayor's throat got some passion stirring. This morning on KUSI he was ready to go to war. Hmmmffffff!! Those poor schleps in Carson don't realize that they're mere pawns in this old game that Fabiani wins either way it goes. They're going to waste so much money on signature drives and such in Carson and guess what, they'll end up staying in San Diego as the Raiders stay in Oakland due to some smoke and mirrors filled backroom deal. Count on it.— February 20, 2015 10:48 p.m.
neighborhoods/otay-mesa -- Otay Mesa
Puccinni broke his silence three days ago and now he wont stop. The thing is that he has the weirdest accent I've ever heard. In one long sentence he'll sound like he's from the Mississippi delta, Scotland, California and Maine. In fact, have you ever watched the Traveling Gourmet? He used to confound my mother and I when we would watch him. Well my dog is just as confounding. I've known him all his life and he's never left Southern California. So where did he pick all those accent up at? But wait,...it gets weirder. The crazy dude can whistle! Its funny to watch him do this as his big tongue gets in the way but boy can he whistle. Apparently he's been paying attention to my music because I heard him whistling YYZ from Rush this morning while he was reading the paper in the bathroom. Ever since the dialogue started I convinced him to try using the crapper and now I have to compete with him for the AM bathroom ritual. However, I don't have to pick up his poop anymore. When I asked him what the butt sniffing was about he looked up at me saying, "You do know I am a dog, right?"— August 7, 2014 12:58 p.m.
neighborhoods/otay-mesa -- Otay Mesa
But for now, I remain and boy; is it just me or is it outright unbearable out there today? You know its been hot when the morning weather hottie on the Tee Vee calls a predicted 85 degrees a cool down! It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't so monsoon predictably sticky! Hot, muggy and the rain helped for a minute but hey!, my little fishies down at the river bottom sure could use some more water than that but hey, I guess something is better than nothing? So that last rant I deposited sure was a doosie eh? So solly, I just had to get that out and it has been weighing heavy in my heart and head neither of them in that respective order. I came home yesterday to find that my daughter's mother had cut all of my Wired Hair Terrier/Schnauzer's fur off. This poor guy looks like a naked jack rabbit wit a humongous noggin. I looked down at him in utter disbelief and asked him,"What the fugg 'd she do to you boy??" Suddenly and much to my surprise he says,"Look at me Dad, I look like an idiot!" Tears began to well up in his sad dejeted blood shot eyes as he continued. "She shaved my balls, do you know how that feels?" Actually I do but thats for another time. I had to focus on the issue at hand. "Look buddy, its gonna grow back." "Oh sure" he quickly interjected. "But in the mean time I'm the imasculated jagoff over here having to put up with these grandkids of mine making fun of me" "True,...true", I murmured. Suddenly a thought occured to me, "Hey Puccinni", I began. (Yes his name is Puccinni. So I love the Opera) "So how long has it been you been speakin' and stuff?" "Dude", he shot back, "You look as bad as I feel you gonna say something, bet on that!" Ive always known thank cantankerous old mutt was smart. Damn, forgot to ask him about that butt sniffing business. Hey Puccinni!!— August 4, 2014 1:49 p.m.
neighborhoods/otay-mesa -- Otay Mesa
So I left San Diego for a bit to find work in Reno. That was accomplished fairly quickly. Shouldn't have gone to stay with my jagoff brother. So at what point does one totally cut ties with toxic family members? A little over twenty years ago he found out he was adopted which understandably sent him on a tailspin that rocked us all. The next twenty years he's spent screwing us all. This is his M.O.; first he screws us and then he disappears. A few months later we'll get a probing call to see where we stand. He is after all our little brother and we always forgive him and he runs around like nothing ever happened only to screw us again at the first opportunity. The last year he's been somewhat acceptable. Four months ago he moved up to Reno to move in with his ex-wife's cousin and four,(Yes 4) children. All from different donors. He justifies this by saying that "Man we've been divorced for twenty years" Sure buddy. His four "real" children from the "ex" are all reacting differently. The oldest,(21 yrs) doesn't seem to care but we hardly ever see him. The next one, (19yrs) wont speak to him and the two younger ones seem to be somewhat tolerant. The youngest just started establishing a relationship with him. For his first few years as an adolescent he refused to see him saying his step-father was his real dad. So he's still blinded. Anyways, his success up there is due to this sad excuse for a woman's help. Suddenly the puke has forgotten all his transgressions and thinks his crap doesn't smell to high heaven. I'm just waiting to hear about it when he eventually blows it, because he will definitely blow it or the stupid girl will get tired of the megalomaniac manipulating her and mentally abusing her children. If she allows it, then OMG. So I had an issue and was fired with another job waiting in the wings and this mutt kicked me out. In Reno, hundreds of miles from home. Thank God that when I got fired I was handed a fistfull of cash which got me back home. Here's the thing. I fell in love with Reno. The people are idiots being ultra right wing tea baggers but the area is beautiful. I need to go back as there is nothing here for me. There are 80,000 people looking for work here compared to say 8,000 over there. So first I find something here and save and give 'er another try in a few months. I love San Diego with all my heart but its too bloody expensive to live here anymore. What to do?— July 31, 2014 11:56 a.m.
neighborhoods/otay-mesa -- Otay Mesa
Perhaps you can clue me in on how to do this blog thing? I would love to be able to do this seriously but keeping my fat tongue in cheek as well. I'm pretty computer literate but wouldn't know where to begin on opening or starting a blog. I would appreciate your help duhbya! Thanks for the compliment as well.— June 27, 2014 12:46 p.m.
Ehhhhh…PUTO!
No matter what it means, my fellow mexicans obviously don't care how ignorant, stupid and hateful we all look. This is the same attitude that allows us to call white people "Gavachos" (another derogatory term) and keeps the divide between us all. So what if we're called "beaners, wetbacks; and illegals. Someone in this dialogue should be the bigger person but no, we prefer to continue the stupidity and actually defend the ignorance with bullets.(Like the National City atrocity last week) I was watching another game not involving Mexico this week when a goalie kicked a ball and the announcer says,"Well, its obvious there are no Mexico fans here" as he and his fellow announcer laughed at the Mexican fans and went on to comment about FIFA not being able to do anything about it. So its a moral victory for the idiots and a moral disgrace for us evolved Mexicans.— June 26, 2014 1:02 p.m.