(2) Enron Voice Mail
(3) So since my city and environs became a target gallery for the friendly neighborhood Tarot Sniper, I’ve been noticing white vans. I’m not freaking out or anything; it just registers now when a white van or box truck goes by. I had no idea there were so many. It’s probably like when you encounter the name of a new artist or thinker, or a new word, and suddenly your run into it in five more places within a couple of weeks. Anyway, on the way back from my lunch hour today, I pass a white Chevy Astro with a ladder rack on the roof — the exact description (in case you’ve been living under a rock or something) of the one seen leaving the most recent shooting. And what’s painted on the side of this van? “Hitt Contracting.” Seriously; I couldn’t make shit like that up. And, oh yeah, I think Sullivan’s got it right: this guy just saw Red Dragon and decided Hannibal Lecter was a badass. Which is understandable. But did he have to rip off the movie’s “serial killing makes you feel like god” theme so transparently?