Sorry smonster, my productivity is all petered out, excepting making dinner I hope. But in a little bit of synchronicity, I was being productive way over here on the West Coast.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Sorry, smonster. We're on vacation, but I would love to play the productivity game when I'm home again.
My subconscious was throwing a shitfit of confusion and anger. Not my most restful night's sleep. Stupid betraying brain.
I hate those dreams. Ask me how I know that pinching yourself in a dream hurts. Or don't. You can guess.
sj, let's do it.
I ended up going over to Tom and Nora's for pizza, Leverage, and productivity. It was just what I needed.
Saturday morning breakfast cereal webtoon - a very Buffista traffic accident. [link]
Looking for the like button.
Jury instructions are boring. And the prosecutor has power point with missing punctuation. Repeatedly. When I am the one catching it, ya know its bad.
Still waiting on defense summation. Then we get to deliberate.
Jury duty done! I was not made foreman, although, I was sitting next to him, so helped with tallies. Also helped open dialog, as the foreman thought it was a slam dunk case. If folks want details, I can now talk details!!!
Sure, I'm interested, omnis.
Jury instructions are boring.
The juries I was on, I spent most of the time being angry at the lawyers (for both sides) for not asking the questions I wanted answered, and after closing arguments and instructions from the judge I was angry at them for having spent so much time on stuff that turned out not to be relevant to the actual questions we were instructed to rule on.