I’m in Greater N__ H____ today and it’s 87F. I had to dress up because I’m going to an event in the federal courthouse this afternoon, but it’s hotter than hell out there. On a day like today I would normally be wearing a T-shirt, shorts (yes, cargo shorts), and sandals if I didn’t have to go to court. But…
From back in the day when I was creative. Notice the gradual improvement from 1989 to 1999 in terms of production quality—better computers, printers, copying technology that takes us all the way from CP/M and dot-matrix printers to Windows NT 4.0, digital photography, and laser printers.
OK. I’m sitting outside on a swing (a gift for my spouse, arrived and erected yesterday), a light breeze is blowing, and I’m watching a bad movie and posting on Groupthink. Unfortunately, I think it’s going to rain in a few minutes, so...
Yesterday was long.
Warning: Potential Health Scare
80F at last!
This is a portion of Capra’s WWII propaganda film Why We Fight. Anyone in this first part look familiar?
I heard this on NPR this morning, but it wasn’t until I saw it in the NYTimes just now that I realized that it was something like 10 months ago that I wrote my first post here, which was called “Frank Deford is Getting Old.” So, I observe.
One of my clients is an inmate in a high-security facility. I have managed to get an internal investigation started, on his behalf, of some rather shady stuff (I learned of that success today). I had written him about this recently and told him that was Step 1, but that any suit he brought against the department that…
I just watched the NYT “final look” at Amélie, which is about to close. There’s one point where an actor says “Mister, when a finger points at the sky, only a fool looks at the finger.”
No. I’m not kidding. On my way home, two rather large (c. 3' with neck extended) wild turkeys blocked the car ahead of me, then released it and closed in on mine. I mean, these guys were asking for my ID and passport and everything.
Potential spoilers...
Last week, Spouse told me that a CD had been stuck in her car stereo for a week (it’s the default radio for a 10-year-old Hyundai Accent). The stereo didn’t think it had a CD loaded and the eject function wouldn’t work. She was getting tired of listening to the radio.
I saw this on io9. In case anyone didn’t, here it is. Prepare to spend some time—they’re Princess Leia’s Stolen Death Star Plans!
TW: depression, mental illness, dependency (and yeah, this is going to look like a Dear Prudence question, I suppose.
Here’s a little something from Pete Wagner’s Buy This Book, (c) 1980. It was a college graduation present from some friends...
Yesterday I got home after a day at court and in my office, made dinner for myself and Child (Spouse teaches late on Mondays, so it’s mac & cheese & hotdog coins) and then decided I’d go for a short (6-mile) bike ride.
I’m not referring to the Gorsuch confirmation, though I could be.
So I was meeting with another attorney last night to try to unwrap a truly hideous marriage situation.
I have a client who sometimes frequently misses appointments. So we made a deal that I would text him yesterday to remind him to be at my office at 2:30 today. Did that. It’s 2:48 and he’s not here.
