Launch Article

My name is Dave and this is my blogging network’s launch story. Today I launched what I hope will become a new trend in blogging, “Competitive Blogs”. As I was sitting in my home office preparing to write a couple of edgy articles about celebrities for the first couple of articles to be published on www.MoviesTVMusic.com, David, one of my sons, came home from high school. “Do you know what’s going on out there? Have you seen all the police in the neighborhood?” He told my other son, Cole, and me that the neighborhood was full of police cars plus more than a dozen cops on foot, an altogether uncommon sight for a quiet suburb of Scottsdale, AZ. Cole seemed agitated and responded, “that’s so strange because about 20 minutes ago a guy came running through our yard and went out the front gate. I thought it was a worker or the pool guy, but I bet it’s the guy they’re looking for.” Since 20 minutes had already past we didn’t think it worthwhile to tell the police. About 10 minutes later a police helicopter flew into view and began circling the neighborhood in obvious pursuit of some fugitive. We figured that he must be dangerous with so many police in addition to the helicopter. There wasn’t much we could do but go back inside and lock the doors. Cole left the house to run errands. David was planning to leave a little later. I wasn’t much worried. What are the odds that this could somehow involve any of us? I went back to my office, closed my door and began a scheduled conference call with a customer named Patrick (I’m a software consultant in addition to a future blogging mogul). Patrick is planning on launching an online radio station and is (was) considering to contract me to develop the software. While engaged in a discussion regarding the details of his project, I kept noticing that the helicopter blades were getting louder and seemed to be circling closer and closer to my home. It was getting so loud that I asked Patrick if he could hear the sound of the helicopter blades through the phone’s receiver. He could. The helicopter sounded as though it had settled right over my house.

Then suddenly I hear from right outside my office window, “Come out with your hands up. We are coming in, our guns are drawn and we will use them if necessary.” WHAT the hell was going on? I asked Patrick to hold on, got out of my chair and peeked through the blinds that cover my office window to see a cop wearing a protective vest and shouldering an assault rifle aimed directly forward while slinking into my backyard. OH MY GOD!!!! I ran out of my office, down the hall, past the family room, dining room and kitchen to the other side of the house in an effort to warn David who I thought was still home. I didn’t want him to become alarmed when he saw an armed policeman in shooting position trekking through our yard. Thankfully David had already left unnoticed for the gym while I was engrossed in my work, leaving me home alone. I started back toward my office, not sure what I should do next when my heart stopped as I peered through my kitchen window and saw a huge German Shepard leading 7 policemen, all armed with hand guns drawn and assault rifles shoulder, sweeping the yard in search of someone I probably didn’t want to meet. I froze. They didn’t know that I was in the house. I certainly didn’t want to startle 7 cops with guns drawn and ready. I was standing next to the hallway wall waving my hands slowly in hopes they would notice me without becoming alarmed, but they couldn’t see me through the window glare. Then out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something else. I turned and stared in disbelief through the dining window as I realized that someone was hiding underneath my huge leafy grapefruit tree. No way this could be happening in my back yard. The police assault team from hell was searching in my backyard for a criminal who happened to be hiding in my side yard, under my tree on the day that my blogging network was supposed to launch (I’m not making this up), and the police were separated from the criminal by a section of the house. Shit, shit, shit, before the criminal could get away, I had to tell the cops without startling them and getting shot myself. I approached the French style back door covered in glass panes slowly waving my arms as I walked. I gently tapped on the glass panes. They jerked and quickly turned, but didn’t level their guns at me, quickly realizing that I was not the criminal. My heart began to beat again. One of them came to the door. I quickly explained where the guy was hiding. To my surprise, he yelled loudly to his compatriots as they began to quickly navigate around toward side of my house. Then I thought, “He must have heard them. What if he dives through the dining room window into my house trying to escape capture?  I had nothing with which to protect myself.” Like any idiot on an adrenalin rush, I ran to my garage and grabbed the first thing I could find to use as a weapon, a flimsy aluminum flag pole. I gave it a swing. It had no weight; it wouldn’t hurt much … but I could jab him with it. OK then. I ran back in the house with my weapon in position, ready to jab the hell out of him when he tried to attack me. I looked down the hall through the dining room window and saw the guy laying down as two of the cops rounded the corner and began to cuff him. He sure was lucky having narrowly avoided the threatening jabs I would have unleashed on him with my aluminum flag pole.

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