Just Roll A d20 For SAN Now

The trial continues.

No, really. We had closing arguments today and there was no time left to get judgely instructions in and they preemptively closed the courthouse for the snowpocalypse tomorrow and we have to come back on Friday to get instructions and deliberate and deliver our verdict.

*seethe*
*froth*

"The lawyers still aren't done. Go to lunch and be back by 1:45."

The possibility has been raised that we might not get the closing statements in this trial until late afternoon.

Dear lawyers, if your closing statements run so late that we have to deal with a SNOW DAY OF COURT tomorrow, I will ask the judge if we can sentence you to be spanked with a hard object until you cannot sit down.

THE LAWYER STARTED READING FROM THE DICTIONARY TODAY

WHYYYYYYYYYYY

The trial continues. We may be finished with testimony today, but for now, the trial continues.

Even after all this time I still would be just fine with the judge saying that the lawyers had decided to settle the case on the field of honor instead. "Two men enter! One man leaves! Everyone else gets paid $40 a day for having put up with this bilge!"

Everyone in this country who wants to file a civil lawsuit for reasons that do not actively involve serious injury, serious physical or mental illness, or death on someone's part should have to sit through a two-week jury trial first. As a member of the jury. Just to make sure they're bloody serious about the whole sodding mess.

*fume* *fuss*

We might, if we're lucky, get done with testimony Monday morning.

I have a new favorite profession, at least from the sound of the title: "Wood Technology Scientist".

It's a real profession that involves doctorates from accredited major universities with physical campuses and stuff, and it mostly has to do with the analysis and properties of wood in its various uses in construction and what have you, but it just sounds so steampunk. "I? I am Doctor Phlegethon, wood technology scientist!"

In other news, the trial continues, and I am getting to the point of wanting to stand up and scream "SO WHAT SO WHAT SO WHAT SO WHAT?". But I haven't done that since I was five, so I probably can't get away with it now.

Can't sleep. Bed will eat me.

no, seriously.

The trial continues.

On the home front, I've finished my first playthrough of Mass Effect 2. Much to my surprise, I managed to actually get the good ending, and I only consulted one or two walkthrough things- and only for matters like 'what the hell, I literally cannot find the door I'm supposed to go through/the object I'm supposed to pick up/the people who are supposed to be somewhere on the Citadel'. And I spent the whole game on Normal difficulty, too. w00t.

I will be playing through again, but I will not be doing Insanity mode for the achievement, because I know my own limitations.

Fun game. Could've used better music, but fun game.

Stolen from mercuriazs because I'm in the break room on jury duty and trying to stick this thing out to the bitter end:

Who on LJ do you ship me with? Bonus points for outlining the ridiculous AU fic that you would write about us.

Includes RP journals and whatnot. I'm flexible.

Still at courthouse. Least I have my laptop now, the keyboard came in last week and installed without a hitch.

I will be so freaking glad when this trial is over.

Well, for the week court is over. I have to go back Monday. For all that I'm seated on the main aisle with my back to said aisle, next to the main printer, perpendicular to the cloak room, I'm glad to be here. Because this trial could not be more stupid.

Not unless it involved the testimony of trance-channeled past lives, anyway. Even a pet custody case would at least have the possibility of making deadly serious older men in gray suits have to argue on behalf of "Mr. Woogums".

Anyway. Got work to catch up on, and then tonight I have my sister's thirtieth birthday to go to. Anything I don't get done today, I come in to do tomorrow. But it ain't the trial, so I'm good with that.

Looks like lye keeps its strength pretty well over time. I cut a bar of soap out of the batch I made last weekend and tested it just now,a nd while it's still a bit squishy at the very edges, it lathers up quite nicely.

This soap was made for an auction for Haiti earthquake relief. The total batch contains 74 ounces of olive oil, 14-15 ounces coconut oil, 24 ounces distilled water, and 12 ounces of lye by weight. It also contains one ounce of Texas cedarwood essential oil and half an ounce each of clove bud oil and eucalyptus oil that I got from Whole Foods; I'd tell you what company made the essential oils but I already recycled the bottles. If you're interested in more of the batch, let me know. I'd like to use as much of the rest for Haiti donations as possible.

Thanks.

I wish I could remember the details of the conversation that led up to it, but there is something to be said for any phone call that at any point involves the phrase "I realize we're Aztecs and therefore jumping the gun by several dozen millennia, but I think I speak for all of us here today when I say BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!!!"

So! Guess who got picked as a juror.

I'm not allowed to talk about the case until it's over, so until then, this is a competency hearing about a Macy's employee who claims to be the one true Santa Claus.

Jury duty again. County court, rather than federal. At least the courthouse has wireless. We'll see if they actually need me or if they send us home.

The computer desk here has a nice view of Jersey City rooftops and the midtown Manhattan skyline. The Empire State Building's visible from here. It's not too bad. And if the laptop or the network gives out for some reason, that's okay too. I've got a Ciaphas Cain novel I've been meaning to read in my bag, and there's soda machines (although I haven't seen a snack machine). And there are other people on IT duty at the office, too. So that's good. I can live with this.

I... I was planning on seeing The Book of Eli. The previews... it looked like the closest I would ever get to Fallout: The Movie.

And then I read Weaselking's review.

What.

WHAT.



... that's kind of all I have to say.

(Seriously, WHAT.)

Have traveled 9.91 miles on the bike today. 4.91 of that has been with 24 cans of cat food strapped to my back. All of it has been with my 12 pound chain slung across my torso. I'm taking the train the last few miles home as I have to get the cat food, the chain, the bike, and a few other things I bought up the stairs.

I may be an overweight geek who isn't out in the sun enough, but I am a geek of endurance, thank you very much.

Just woke up. (Martin Luther King Day, for those of you not in the States.) Head hurts so. much.

On the bright side last night's REM cycle included what was apparently the ten year old boy version of Ferris Bueller's Day Off; Ferris and Sloan were still themselves but Cameron had been replaced by a freckle faced ten year old and there was a stolen fighter jet and flying into a tunnel and there was at least one DINOSAUR and some big old Eighties computers which made it kind of awesome. It was pretty clearly from the fantheory of 'Ferris is Cameron's imaginary friend', although it might have been the variant I came up with wherein Ferris is actually an avatar of Coyote or some other trickster spirit. it was the AWESOME.

head still hurts, though.