Hello fellow Jabber Loggers and welcome to an early edition of Tech Thursday. This sneak peek is so awesome that I had to share it a day early. If you dig zombies then I’m sure you have either read the comic series of The Walking Dead or you have been watching the show on AMC. Well if you’re like me then you can’t get enough of this! I’m a Walking Dead Junkie and I even have the comics so that I can read ahead. So why is The Walking Dead being mentioned in an early edition of Tech Thursday? Well folks, a teaser trailer by Telltale Games has debuted today and it shows an excellent looking preview to a game of The Walking Dead that will hit some time April ’12 for iOS devices. I’m not sure about Android users but it looks as though it will be out for iPhone and such devices first. I can’t wait for this to hit and make sure to check out the trailer below and follow the link for more goodies from Telltale Games where you can pre-order and get the chance to join The Walking Dead cast and die a horrible death. Cheers!
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By Ricardo — 6 years ago
For years now I have heard this after saying what I do for a living, “Wow, that sounds interesting. So what’s your best or worst call?” Now, I’ve heard this many times and at first I was annoyed with it. I never wanted to say what I did for a living but then I thought about it. Why exactly do people want to know about what I do? The general public’s curiosity made me even more curious. After talking to several people I found out that they want to know because it’s not something you hear about that often. What we do for a living is very interesting and people really want to hear our stories.
All this curiosity has made me more than happy to talk about what I do. I’ve been in this line of work for a long time and I have heard just about everything you can think of. I’ve taken suicidal calls, medical calls, shootings, funny calls, car chases, and many more. I could blow your mind with the calls I’ve taken and you would be left with the question, “How do you do this for a living?” My answer would be, “It’s what I do and I’m damn good at it.” I have also shared moments with my work family that will never be forgotten and to explain it to someone would only scratch the surface of those specific moments. It’s these stories that I want to share with people; the calls you don’t hear and are curious about.
One time I was working the night shift with two of my co-workers. The night was rather calm and I was on radios. We talked throughout the night, which seemed to drag on, and a trooper keys up on the radio and says that he’s checking a residence for a girl that was possibly being held there by her boyfriend. I asked if he wanted any status checks and he said he was 10-5. This means that he doesn’t need any status checks. My co-workers and I went back to chatting and a couple minutes into the call an officer yelled something that no one ever wants to hear.
“SHOTS FIRED, SHOTS FIRED, OFFICER HIT.”
I can’t describe the feeling that went over me but my co-workers and I jumped into action to get an ambulance out to the scene to stage and direct other officers to assist those who were out at the house. It was unnerving to be in the dark of what was going on out there. We knew the gist but the specifics were unclear. We helped by looking up info on the house and it’s possible occupants. Anything the officers asked for we did it. After that we sat there as each officer called out his or her perimeter location. The standoff lasted past our shift and when I got home I couldn’t sleep. After a while I had to force myself to go to bed. When I woke up I looked online for the news story. It turned out that the suspect was arrested, one person died, and the officer who was shot was fine.
Moments like this happen at any time and I’ve seen my fair share. My experience in dispatch is not only interesting but it’s amazing. It’s something I want to share with everyone and I want you, the readers of this blog, to know more about what we as 9-1-1 dispatcher’s go through during these moments. It is also the basis of a Kickstarter project I started that will include a live podcast featuring the stories of 9-1-1 dispatchers. This podcast would give you a better idea of what we do and deal with. It will also start with dispatch but eventually I would like to add police, fire, and EMS. I will provide a link below to the Kickstarter page for pledges and rewards. Any help you can provide would be appreciated. My fellow dispatchers and I have many stories and this is just one way you can hear about them.
(Kickstarter – Within the Trenches Project Page)Post Views: 250
By Ricardo — 7 years ago
2011 was a great year for me. So many things happened to my family and I this year that it’s hard to capture them all in one post. First off I have to mention a moment that changed my family. That change is sitting in her Bumbo chair drooling and smiling at me. That change is none other than my daughter Lola. On August 29th, 2011 my beautiful princess made her appearance. She’s officially 4 months now and since her birth so many things have happened. She’s growing fast and she looks more and more like her mother every day. She coos, giggles, and smiles all the time. I can’t help but be taken back whenever she flashes a smile at me. She’s funny in the little things that she does. My world has definitely changed and I’ll be the first to admit that I am wrapped around her little finger.
Before our bundle of joy was born, I took a supervisor position in dispatch. It has been great and I work with an excellent group of people. I also started Jabber Log around April 2011 and to date I have over 13,700 hits with 122 subscribers on WordPress. 37 Twitter followers and 101 Facebook fans follow up those numbers. I started Jabber Log as something small where I would share dispatch stories and news from around the world but it turned into something more. As I generated post after post I quickly fell into my first passion, writing. I have always loved writing but as I got into design and started school, my writing took a back seat.
With Jabber Log my passion returned. My blog turned into somewhat of a self-discovery. I have shared many stories with all of you. Some stories are ones that no one knew about. I opened the floodgates to the life experiences that made me who I am today. I don’t know a lot of people who would share so much with the public but I felt the need to let everything out. I find writing to be very therapeutic and Jabber Log has helped me express my feelings. I have held back stories involving my eldest son Richie in the past but with Jabber Log I have been able to get them out and share them. About two or three months ago I saw my son. It was bittersweet and although I wish I could have said something to him, I know that one day I will get the chance to tell him everything I have ever wanted to say to him. It may sound weird to share all this with total strangers but I see it as a tool to help someone else out there. Maybe someone else is dealing with something similar to what I have experienced. Reading my posts may be able to help that person.
Whatever the case may be, my blogging has become something more than expected and it has opened up some great opportunities. With Jabber Log, I have been given the chance to explore the world of cloth diapers, promote a talented artist, and design banners for the likes of Farmington High School Choir, and Jackie Green of WGRD, a local Rock Radio Station. I have also added extra writers to Jabber Log and we can only go up from here and into 2012. Thank you to my family, the Jabber Log writing team, my friends, the talented Maddie Larkin, Candis of EcoBuns, the always awesome Sheri Jaffurs, and the beautiful and outgoing Jackie Green for allowing me to express myself through them in order to promote and spread the word on everything they do. 2011 comes to end but 2012 holds so much more. New and grand opportunities are coming my way and although I cannot speak of them at this moment, I can at least say that they are superb and I will share it with everyone as soon as I can. Happy New Year and here’s to another excellent year!Post Views: 227
By Ricardo — 7 years ago
People come and go throughout our lives. Some friends we hang onto and others become another face in the hallway. The sad truth is that eventually we lose our friends and loved ones whether you hang onto them or not. The good thing is that once they pass on there are things that occur that remind us of when they were alive. I had a conversation today that made me think of a few people. I felt compelled to write about them and some of the things that have kept them fresh in my memory.
In grade school I had a friend named David Walker. I don’t remember what grade I was in at the time but I remember we were good friends. We would joke around a lot and when I rode my cousins bus we would all sit in the same area and talk and joke around. I remember sitting in the cafeteria one time and we were rubbing our ears until they turned red. I remember us laughing our butts off over doing it. We were laughing enough that one of the aides in there told us to settle down and eat. A little while after that I stopped seeing him around school. Days turned into weeks. I thought he had moved but one Friday I was told that I needed to ride the bus to my aunts house. I sat with my cousins as usual and I noticed that David’s older sister was sitting up front. When we finally got to her house I ran up front and asked her where David had been. She looked puzzled. Her look of confusion turned to sadness and she began to cry.
“You don’t know?”
“You don’t know what happened to David?”
“No…I…I thought he moved.”
I remember moving out of her way and she cried as she left the bus. I was in shock and years later I was told that David and his grandfather had been killed in a car accident. It’s interesting how things stay with you huh? The main reason David stays fresh in my memory is because every now and then I rub my sons ear when we’re playing around. He gets annoyed but we have a good laugh afterward. Thanks for being a good friend David, it’s too bad I didn’t get a chance to say good-bye.
Years later I lost my Tio (uncle in spanish) Max. He was straight forward and very funny. Toward the end of his life he developed diabetes. He had it bad enough that he went blind. Out of everything bad that happened to him he still kept his sense of humor. One day my Tia’s (aunts in spanish) sat next to him and were asking questions about him but not directly to him. I remember him shaking his head and then laughing before bursting out,
“Damn, I might not be able to see anything but I’m not def.”
He was funny like that. He loved Redd Foxx and the apple pies from Crane’s in Fennville were gold. The week of his passing we were set to head down to Donna, TX to visit family. He told my mom in the beginning of the week that he felt he wasn’t going to make it on our trip. My mother told him not to talk that way and that everything would be fine. My mom told me that around 9 or 10pm she heard him yell out for her to help him. She went to check on him and he told her not to leave him. I had no idea any of this had occurred until I came home from school the following day. He had suffered a heart attack and died a few days later. It was a sad time but we made the trip either way. My Tio Max had been in the military when he was younger and it was his wish that when he passed away that his ashes be spread in different places. His wishes were fulfilled on our way down to Texas. When we arrived at his home my father spread the rest of his ashes there. We had all been in the back of the house cleaning and decided to go inside to rest. My sister Dee-von had stayed in back and I remember my father calling for her to come inside. After a bit my sister ran into the house. She seemed upset and my parents asked her what was wrong. She said that while she was in the tall grass that she saw my Tio Max and that he kept telling her to go inside. She heard my dad yell for her and looked his way. When she turned back our Tio was gone. We can only assume that there may have been a snake or something in the grass that would have harmed her and he was there to protect her. The next morning Dee-von seemed upset again. This time she told my parents that she had a dream about Tio Max. She said that everything was white with clouds on top and a ladder going up into them. She remembered climbing the ladder and Tio Max walking toward her.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m climbing up the ladder.”
“You can’t go up there?”
“Why? Because I’m not dead like you?”
“Well…yeah. Do you want to go up there with me?”
My sister says that they both climbed the ladder but when she got to the top she fell down and woke up. How does that make you feel after reading that? It amazes me how our loved ones communicate with us after they have passed. My sister was very young when this happened and it wasn’t until a year or two ago that I mentioned this and I had to remind her of it. From the look on her face I could tell she had no memory of it. I miss my Tio Max and the jokes he used to tell. I remember when he used to call me pan blanco and he would call my brother pan tostado. This is spanish for white bread and toast bread. I’m sure you get the joke but if not, he called us this because we were different shades of color.
Finally I would like to speak briefly on my Grandma Jimenez. I know I blog a lot about her but there is so much of my past that involves her. I remember my grandmother wearing perfume all the time. It was rare that she bought anything different and when she did the new stuff didn’t last long. She would always go back to her usual perfume and I loved the smell of it. When she passed away it was hard on my entire family and I. I visit her resting place as much as I can and one time something amazing happened. I felt a cool breeze whisk by me and I could smell her perfume. The sun shined bright and the smell of her perfume was around me. It put a smile on my face. Every now and then something like that happens. I’m sure my grandma visits me often but I can’t say for sure. It’s things like the ones I’ve mentioned here that remind us of our friends and family. The little things that you experienced with them is what stays with you. It keeps them fresh in your mind and it’s how our loved ones stay with us. What memories do you have? What happened to you that let you know a friend or family member was with you?Post Views: 336