Blowed Up, Broadcast, Boosted and Bi-Delivered
I know, that last one is pushing it, and it's cramming two things from today anyway, so one of these things is STILL not like the other.
Monday brought a single routine hearing, but the item of interest came on the last case shown here, which I had nothing whatsoever to do with:
Soon as I hung up, I posted that I was now waiting to see if this will be followed by any or all of the following:
Doc#150 Motion to Pay WEC Real Estate LLC for posting of FREE BIRDSEED sign on site of property
Doc#151 Motion for Sale of Anvils, Rocket Packs and High Explosives Outside the Ordinary Course of Business
Doc#152 Motion for Conditional Approval Of Disclosure Statement of Coyote-Shaped Hole in Middle of Cave Wall
That in turn led to other exchanges:
Did the judge use a gavel, or just a horn that went “meep meep”
chaosvizier: Did the lawyer for the defense have a business card that read "Wile E. Coyote, Super-Genius"?
Me: Hard to tell. The podium was a flaming pit when he finished.
chaosvizier: "The defense rests. In pieces."
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From there, I began what I thought was my final dive into video of real defense attorneys doing real un-geniusy things. I had no afternoon appointments, so I began the on-demand continuing ed ethics presentation that would get me over the finish line for my biennial requirement. Or so I thought:P
The program itself was fine. As I've mentioned before, a few rounds back, I finished my ethics continuing ed requirement by watching clips of Shatner as Denny Crane while the moderator said, "Don't do that!"
This time, I'm finishing my ethics continuing ed requirement by watching clips of Saul Goodman's first appearance in Breaking Bad while the moderator says, "Don't do that!"
But then, I've heard that medical school also works this way:
"Doctor! Doctor! It hurts when I do this!"
"So don't do that!"
They also featured clips from Paul Newman in The Verdict to illustrate bad and borderline examples of client solicitation and witness preparation, a longer one from Anatomy of a Murder with Jimmy Stewart toeing if not crossing the suborning-perjury line, some actual cringeworthy lawyer ads and videotaped depositions almost breaking out in fights, but we ended with the "why do you do this, Atticus?" scene from Mockingbird so we'd end on a less depressing note.
I finished it up yesterday, got my codes sent and my certificate received, and I was less depressed, too- until I got home, anyway, and realized I was still four credits short of the 24 I must report But those can be in anything, so maybe Shatner's done something involving property rights in interstellar travel or something. And we watched that entire Jimmy Stewart film tonight- close to three hours worth- with an amazing cast, more humor than you'd expect, and even a joke just for us: There’s a comic relief line in it where Jimmy Stewart’s secretary says she needs a new typewriter because the p and the f don’t work and her contracts come out as “Arty O The Irst Art.” We often say that an odd phrase “would make a good name for a band.” There may not be one yet, but....
It's a song.
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That was tonight. Last night and this morning, I was occupied with booster and boosting.
The latter was the Reynolds-Rock-Gadot heist film Red Notice on Netflix. The plot was implausible to the point of utter ridiculousness- at one point, I said I'd "left my brains at the door" for so long there was grass growing up from the stoop through them- but the actors were clearly having the time of their lives with these characters and the snarkiness was top rate.
Then, come 10:30 this morning, I headed over to UB for my booster shot. It was in Harriman Hall on the Main Street Campus, built as the first of the three in university history to be named for its longtime Chancellor, Charles Norton. That name passed to a 1960s student union around the time of the SUNY merger; I'd written previously about its history in connection with its conversion to a dental school building and the final transfer of the name to a soulless barrack on the campus I worked from; today, though, I found the cornerstone from Norton The Second, still visible as I walked back from my jab in the ballroom of Norton the First:
I was in and shot in under ten minutes; what took much longer was the mandatory half-hour wait in the "observation room" to be sure I didn't have a bad reaction. That was new, as neither of the original vax visits to Walgreens required that. Also new: the building was crawling with soldiers, not doctors or cops, directing traffic and presumably prepared to deal with disruptive idiots. Fortunately, none were to be seen, and everyone was prompt, efficient and kind.
Plenty of idiots outside the campus, though. The boyfriend of a coworker just tested positive, and she was on the verge of being induced into labor as she enters her 40th week; now that has to be postponed and she has to spend the holiday away from the little guy's soon-to-be-daddy because someone gave it to him. We're back to masks in all public places and in the office when we're not completely by ourselves. But I did my part-
- and so should you. Dammit.
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That leaves today's two deliveries: one outbound, one in.
I used my 30-minute wait at the clinic to time out the final draft of The Play Wot I Wrote for a possible January production. With suitable pauses for scene changes and some unspoken action/bowling/aftersex scenes, it seemed to fit the time goal. I made my final edits and sent it off with a day to spare; I hope to hear next week if it's been selected for the upcoming group.
Not long after that, word came that Eleanor's new laptop had finally arrived. It's been a long strange journey, but it's here, we're working on getting the needed things installed, and we should have plenty of time over the next few workless and drama-free days to finish the process.
Just don't let anyone from Acme accidentally upload anything;)
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