Have you checked out Google’s newest personalized home page? Scary; it knows what type of newspaper articles I read, by subject and sub category; should just say tag as that’s what category will be in ten years. Google’s home page knows a lot about me.
There’s a lot I don’t do on the Internet. Hey, had a lot of time in Grand Jury and sat next a very sweet man I called “Newhart,” because that’s exactly who he reminded me of. Newhart began by reading books and taking advantage of this free time, but I was antsy.
By the time I was done with Newhart he just couldn’t stop talking. Two places that always make me ultra friendly: jury rooms and airplanes. And darn it if I can’t concentrate, the person sitting next to me isn’t going to either. No, I will always leave a person alone if that’s what they want, but we sat next to each other three hours a day, five days a week for four weeks. By the middle of the first week, Newhart was ready. Remember, we were the Grand Jury that actually worked a total of five out of twenty hours.
Bad lawyer member of the grand jury tried to indict every cop instead of the defendent. Really he was nice but we weren’t there to indict policeman. We were supposed to be the special murder grand jury not an investigative grand jury. I’m sure that everybody would have loved that, but….
Basically you’re given the information that the ADA wants to give you; just enough to indict. Then at trial guilt or innocence and degrees of would be assigned.
About seven of us including me and Newhart were especially peeved by bad lawyer’s conduct as it was catching. Newhart and I became friendly. He’s Senior VP for computer something at a large bank and he would tell me about the problems with laptops and networks in terms even I can understand.
Since I had my identity stolen three years ago I never put my social security number anywhere in my computer, and haven’t done banking, credit card stuff, and more in it. Newhart made me feel so good about that decison.
Said yesterday or the day before that I’m in a holiday funk. Not. I’m feeling very mellow and not very sociable. It’s as if I need to hibernate for the winter, at Starbucks with my computer. Starbucks can be very noisy but people talking doesn’t usually bother me. Especially since I got my IPod Nano. Took me about ten minutes to realize that a man wanted to borrow the extension cord Starbucks thoughtfully provides. Love it there; I do. I have sat there for nine hours and only bought two cups of coffee. Of course they cost four something each, I put at least a dollar in the tip jar, sometimes more, and sometimes buy eight double shots to take home.
Last night I was spellbound by New York Ones strike reports. There might be one Tuesday night which would be much worse because, uh, it’s the middle of the week. It’s hard to understand why the MTA was sitting on a billion dollars. I have zilch sympathy for them. But it will be the week before Christmas and the effects of the strike would be devastating.
In a comment Bone asked what song he reminds me of. Bone’s complicated so this isn’t easy. Sensitive straight Alabaman loves Seinfeld, sports, writing about restaurants and regular life, and got me re-hooked on General Hospital? Really have to think about this.
The thing about GH is a DVR’s way different than a VCR, and I can scroll much faster; sometimes I scroll through whole episodes; sometimes I just take much pleasure in deleting them. One of the best things about a DVR is ease of delete. Though I did delete a Gilmore Girls I hadn’t watched yet, because I wasn’t concentrationg. I was actually watching a commercial in the box; I can’t watch commercials during a TV show because I find them distracting. Except of course for Boston Legal where I’m distracted but as long as I know I’m going to see James Spader again don’t care. And I think he’s become adorable in a different way.
On that note, I think I’m going to watch Secretary