Jury duty II: Why did I go?

I reported bright and early to jury duty this morning.

I left this afternoon worn and frustrated.

I'm in the pool for a criminal trial, and they're not done sorting us out yet.

So, I get to report again Monday afternoon.

I hope to hell I get thrown out. I usually do, as soon as the defense learns that I've been on a death penalty murder trial. Today, I sat in the witness section all day, never got a chance to show off my criminal-bustin' chops.

There are only 16 people left in our pool. I hope they bring in some fresh talent Monday, or my ass is going to be going downtown every day until Christmas.

If that happens, I will vote to send that defendant to Soledad so fast it will make his head spin.

Tags: jury criminal duty

40 minutes of Hell redux

Ah, memories.

I remember when Arkansas Razorback basketball used to deliver 'Forty minutes of Hell'. That was Coach Nolan Richardson's description of the Hogs' playing style. Non-stop, pressure defense; combined with speedy offensive talent that could score off a turnover before half the opposing team even realized they had lost the ball.

Well, Forty minutes of Hell is back to bigtime D1 hoops. It's being delivered by former Richardson assistant Mike Anderson's Missouri Tigers.

And the Razorbacks just got it shoved up their ass on national television.

Tags: razorbacks arkansas basketball forty minutes hell richardson anderson

I'm here, judge

Holy shit.

I went into the bill drawer to get a check before heading to work tonight, to find my jury summons envelope sitting right on top.

I was supposed to report in Monday.

Ah, crap.

Heart pounding, stomach plummeting, I logged on to the county jury website.

My group reports tomorrow morning.

Thanks, Jesus!

"Hello, work? Yeah, I won't be in tonight, I forgot I had jury duty tomorrow morning...."

I'm sure they bought it.

Their time is gonna come

I have been told that our family is not making the guerrilla Christmas run down to L.A. this weekend as originally planned. 'Guerrilla' meaning we do not plan to be there on Christmas Day, so we're going to sneak in and out over a weekend to show the new baby to Mama's folks.

That will leave me Saturday afternoon to watch my Razorbacks put a beatdown on the Florida Gators.

After the loss to LSU last week, hopefully our players and coaching staff have learned valuable lessons and devised new strategies to put into place at the SEC title game in my old stomping grounds of The ATL.

At last, at last. The time has come for us to finally whoop Gator ass. Mmmm, mmmm, gator tail. Good eatin'.


















The Florida Gators.
Overrated since 1999.

Woooooooo, Pig, Soooooie!

Yes, Virginia, there are Geeks in the Ozarks

While roaming YouTube I happened across Misty and Bill, who are computer geeks making a living fixin' them Winders boxes, designing sites, doing Meta shit and generally branding in the Mountain Home Arkansas area.

Good for them, by God. I get bored as hell after about three hours in Mountain Home myself. Then again, my wife stays bored as hell here in Sacto, so I suppose it's all in your perspective.

Seriously, I wish them all the best. I wonder if their clients fully appreciate just how Web 2.0 savvy these two are.

I'm gonna have to call Mom and ask if she's heard of Twin Lakes Computer Magic. Just to see how well they have penetrated their brand around town. Shit, maybe I can enlist them to help me get her finally off that godawful WebTV.

I Like 'Expectant Mother' Parking Spaces. You may fire when ready.

Well, it's slow at work here on a holiday morning. I'm finishing up my night shift and getting ready to roll out of here.

I've been using the time to vent my spleen at the NFL (see below) for holding football fans hostage to their fucking network by making the Chiefs/Broncos game tonight an NFL Network exclusive. I just wanted, if any NFL people were Googling around to gauge 'net opinion, them to see mine. I don't expect anybody to actually read it.

But, while updating my blogroll, I came across this post
that slams 'expectant mommy' parking spaces. I left a comment, still awaiting moderation at this time, pretty much tearing the author a new corn chute.

So, anybody wishing to voice an opinion on these sites, or the tenor of my comment to the Kitty, fire away. No comment will be moderated.

I support the decision of retailers to reserve spaces for pregnant customers if they so desire. My wife, through two pregnancies, had a hell of a time walking during the last few weeks of each. Those spaces would have been welcome and used, if they'd been popular around our neck of California.

But, NorCal is home to the Bay Area and the capitol of Breeder Hate. So, she walked. Oh well. We did our part to save child-free yuppies some time by not taking prime nearby parking slots.

I hope Social Security does belly up by the time the haters reach retirement age, so the haters won't have to be supported by the workforce now being created by the Breeders they dislike so greatly.

Fuck the haters! Fire away!

Happy Thanksgiving, NFL

Oh, and by the way, FUCK YOU.


Ah, I feel better.