The BladeRunner World of Phone Games as revealed by acb. WTF.

I have tickets for Neko Case at the Derby saturday night and like.. 5 people have turned me down so far. I should just buy one ticket for things.

Feh. I was trying to give up self-pity for Lent, too!

If you go to court in Orange County, California, expect to be tried by fiftysomething consultants who are very active in their church group. The women will have big hair, all of them.

For bruisedhips: one of the prospective jurors was a woman whose job is writing study guides for pastors based on The Purpose-Driven Life and she and her husband lead weekend study groups about marriage for couples.

The woman sitting behind me in the “we might get picked for the Box” seats said “oh…. GOD!!!” every time anything at all happened.

The defendant was a slight, pinched-face young African-American man charged with domestic violence. He was obviously a member of the great American underclass: ambling, tilting gangsta walk, bad leather jacket for his good court day, hunted look.

One prospective juror successfully got out of service by overdoing his Vietnamese accent and not understanding anything at all, but was playing it way up. The judge was angry at him, and so were we. He’d been in this country 18 years and was a software developer; there’s no way he didn’t understand what was going on. His ching-chong-chinaman act was painful to watch.

I was impressed by the impression of honesty, forthrightness, and willingness to serve that just about everyone showed. It was pretty clear that the 13 people they ended up with would take this seriously and do their best. That’s what I would want, which ever side of the thing I was on.

my very favorite thing about the passion is how the glassy-eyed faithful pour out of the theatre swearing that “it’s just exactly how it happened.” um, yes. taking a satchel full of cash from his holocaust-denier father, unification physicist melvin gibson invented a time transporter, and utilizting a multiphasic transtemporal quantum singularity that conveniently stretched from under a present-day melbourne dingo to a sun-drenched golgotha villa on crucifixion day, gibson transported a cadre of unbiased nonunion filmmakers back through the ages to capture events as they happened, without any bias as to the facts, outcome or theological significance of same.

I saw a truck in the parking lot at court today, one of those big muscle trucks that all the meatheads have. It was tricked out, bla bla. Also it had one of those big blackletter font signs on the back that are the sign of a true Bro Guy with a sunglasses/skate/surf/snow “business”. The sign said:

CHRONIC INDUSTRIES

Beneath this was a bumpersticker that read:

If you’re headed the wrong way, remember God allows U-turns!

And it fired up the Google “feeling lucky” feature and I arrived here.

I guess that’s a pretty good default for the word “status”, eh?

I spent the first part of the day in jury duty waiting to be not picked to serve on a domestic violence case. Some of the court stuff was interesting but then I just degenerated into sloppy sexual fantasies about the defense attorney and several of the women in the jury pool. It was a hormonal trip back to age 15. I blame the school-style desks in the jury assembly room.

There is no parking whatsoever at the Harbor Justice Center. If you ever get called, go a bit early.

Now I am in the Borders and back to the hormones. Ssssmokin’ hot sexylibrarian woman just left, darn that ring on her. Oh, wait, she’s back. Mmmm.

Apart from my base animal desires, which are in rare form today, I also want this! but I do not have $500 handy.

My proud heritage of gas-huffing tweeker nitwits on welfare must be celebrated!

The loud and talented Laura Kramarsky is writing at http://homepage.mac.com/adept/blog and syndicated here as adeptblog

She writes about politics and rhetoric mostly. An old friend of mine and well worth listening to.