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Crap On Toast
Saturday, January 19, 2008

Ten more days till jury duty. Oh, how I do not want to go. Why does it seem like some people never get called, whereas I'm summoned like clockwork, the dreaded document lurking in my mailbox four years and one day after the last time I served? Yeah, yeah, it's my civic duty, I should be honored to serve on a jury, I'd like smart people such as myself sitting in judgement of me if I pushed someone in front of an incoming G train, blah blah blah. It still doesn't make up for the fact I have to be at the courthouse at the ungodly hour of 8:30 AM and that the Kings County Court House sucks. The last time I was there I spent all of two minutes in the waiting room, where I had planned on alternately reading a book and knitting a scarf to while away the time before being called. I was then herded into the tiniest court room I'd ever seen (not that I've seen many, but the number of people they crammed in there must have been against some fire safety ordinance or other) where I was forced to sit pressed up against my fellow jurors-in-waiting. It was rush hour subway cramped and the sweltering atmosphere added to my sweaty discomfort and squelched any desire I might have to spend another minute, much less a week or two, in that room, despite my love of Law & Order and its slew of spin-offs.

I was called back the next day as a potential juror, but I managed to wrangle out of it by asking a few pertinent questions. Lawyers don't seem to like questions, especially when they're coming from articulate women whose native language is English. So I was sent back to the waiting room. Another group was called to serve, me not included. After they trudged off to certain doom, the guy in charge told us we could leave for the day AND not come back the next! What a coup. I hope this year's courthouse adventure will end as advantageously, but somehow I doubt it.

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For some reason I have always managed to get out of jury duty -- I call on my day, and my number is in the series that has been excused.

Hope you get out of it easy this time.

By krystyn, at 1/23/2008 1:26 AM

Hey, pst... "My So Called Life" is back.

http://dynamic.abc.go.com/streaming/landing?lid=ABCCOMGlobalMenu&lpos=FEP

- muttly

By muttly, at 2/09/2008 7:29 PM

Oh my, I'm so with you, Angela. I got called in January, and as always, wound up actually on a jury. I'm 4 for 4, on a trial every time I get called.

Attorneys seem to like the "Educated Joe America" type.

But basically, if you actually do show up once, they will call you every X years, like clockwork.

I don't recommend not showing up, because eventually you get a bench warrant, and those are bad.

By Jeff Z, at 2/13/2008 8:07 PM

Yeah, I got called every four years on the dot. Never been on a jury though, and I didn't get picked this time, either. And now that they changed the rules in New York, I only had to show for one day and now I won't be called for another eight years! Woohoo!

By Angela, at 2/13/2008 8:12 PM

you know, you should blur that barcode :)

By Anonymous, at 2/28/2008 1:25 PM

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"To Serve Man"
Tuesday, January 01, 2008

To me, New Year's Day seems like a pause in time, a twilight zone unto itself, which is probably why they always run a "Twilight Zone" marathon today. After a few hours of watching it, I feel totally unprepared to deal with reality. More unprepared than usual, that is. But it's either this or The Plantet of the Apes marathon I taped last night. Which dystopian view of the future would I rather celebrate at the dawning of the new year? I don't know. Maybe I should turn the damn tv off and go out for a walk.

Btw, Happy New Year. :^)

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I'm just joining this blog/internet landscape and thought your websites were pretty ineresting. .... Not that you're asking, but I'd go with a little Twilightzone and then for the walk. I'm headed out myself (but I never have to contend with bad wheather here.)... and those monkey costumes always gave me the heebie jeebies.

Happy New Year.

By levinzky, at 1/01/2008 6:31 PM

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Day 358: It's Official!
Friday, December 14, 2007

I am a crotchety seventy-eight year old hag in a thirty-something's body, who dresses like a tweenager and braids her hair into pigtails.

Today I yelled at a bunch of Brooklyn Tech High School students who packed themselves like veal onto the G train one stop before I had to get off. They were all yammering at the top of their lungs and acting generally annoying, as teenagers are known to do. I knew I was going to have to use force to extricate myself from the subway car, but I didn't think I'd have to use my charming personality as well. After politely shouting "Excuse me!" to the first kid who didn't notice me at all (sure, he towered eleven inches over me, but still, that's no reason to be totally oblivious to your fellow man,) I pushed my way out, shoving kids left and right, and climbing over their ridiculously heavy backpacks like a freakin' mountain goat. When I finally got free, I heard myself mutter -- quite loudly, I must admit -- "Fucking kids!"

As I scampered up the stairs I heard one of them comment on how tiny I was, and can you believe she shoved me out of the way!? Sorry kid, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I didn't want to end up in Queens before I could get the hell off.

Btw, how do you like my new hat? I made it yesterday.

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you need to get yourself a cattle prod :)

By A-Dawg, at 12/14/2007 8:50 PM

Amen to that, brother.

By Angela, at 12/14/2007 9:04 PM

I like the hat. :)

Screaming "Omigod isn't that the guy from 30 Seconds To Mars sitting over there?" and pointing to the opposite side of the train works in desperate times as well. :)

By krystyn, at 12/15/2007 4:35 PM

That G train, what a mess. Somethings never change. Love the hat, darling. :)

~Newell

By Anonymous, at 12/16/2007 11:01 AM

Krystyn, I'm so old, I have no idea who "30 Seconds To Mars" are!

Thanks Newell. :^)

By Angela, at 1/01/2008 7:46 PM

Cute hat!

Are you the one who had the website Cherrysucker and published fiction on it? That's how I found your blog. Just curious! ;D That site used to keep me entertained at work. haha!

By Magpie, at 4/24/2008 3:58 PM

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Get Yer Kicks
Monday, November 26, 2007

I love fall. I love the colors of the leaves, I love the crisp breeze. I love fianally being able to wear jeans and sweaters after a summer of sundresses. And I especially love my new sneakers. They're bright as gingko leaves and comfy as an old hoodie.

This photo is surprisingly popular on flickr -- who knows why. Shots that I think exquisitely beautiful get thirty-four hits and others are inexplicably faved and commented on for reasons unknown. People seem to like this one. Perhaps it's the vibrant fallen leaves. Maybe it's the clown-like quality of the shoes. Or it could just be that everyone is ready for fall. It's taken long enough for it to come this year.

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