Sheeit. So the woman who was (allegedly) raped had to do this all through interpreters too? What a horrific mess.
Yeah. The interpreter was in the room, speaking into a mike, and the defendant had headphones on. When Spanish-speaking witnesses were on the stand, the translator stood next to them, and the headphones came off. He was very good. That's got to be a difficult job.
Boo hoo. I forgot to bring my leftover Indian food for lunch. Now, Hungry and Lazy are in a fight to the death. I don't want to go get something, but my stomach is screaming.
Also, they put cilantro on my garlic basil naan with NO WARNING.
I'm going to grab some fries (my gorge rose just typing that and I had difficulty swallowing the water for my pills) under the theory that if I can't eat them, I can't eat anything and might as well crawl under a rock and wither away.
Yeah. Exactly.
Though I do wish someone would bring me naan.
Maybe Hungry can kill Lazy and cannibalize....ok, that just sounds weird.
mmmmm, cilantro. I had cilantrolicious salsa today at lunch.
Also, they put cilantro on my garlic basil naan with NO WARNING.
Even as a cilantro fan, that seems wrong.
See, apparently he’s not. He just looked that way on the show. Or else DB is also not as tall as I’d been assuming.
I can personally vouch for DB being about an inch taller than me—I’m 5’ 11.5”. And unlike certain other persons in this picture who shall remain nameless, he wasn’t wearing cowboy boots with heels like those the members of KISS wear onstage.
Looks like just about everyone's cleared out for the day from my department, and it's only 3:30! I think I'll see if I can leave about 5:00 or so (90 minutes early); I wouldn't, normally, but the files I need to work with are on the server that's currently going through some serious hardware problems, and has been all afternoon. I could work on some other stuff, but I don't wanna.
Topless woman battles deputies
East Nicolaus High School was locked down Tuesday afternoon after a bare-breasted, shotgun-toting woman reportedly took a shot at a cropduster.
It's Alfred Hitchcock meets Russ Meyers! Except that it's for real!