The devil's counsel
Aug. 2nd, 2011 07:23 amYesterday I had a blast when I got angry at some unethical but legal legal trickery from an attorney - so for the first time in ages I filed for sanctions. Sure it's legal to fax the AJ and snail-mail me, but the day after you fax me a change of counsel? Looks odd. Looks odder to file such as a motion without consulting opposing counsel as required. Even odder when your reason for an extension request is alleged last-minute departure of the attorney from your firm. So I looked into it, and found contradictory information regarding the attorney, address, and firm - then cross referenced all such filings and an internet search of the firm's addresses to file a motion requesting sanctions because viewed as a pattern, it seems unlikely the departure was unexpected or even occurred as claimed and all evidence points instead to procedural maneuvering. Icing on the cake for me was the fax issued upon the Judge, of which I got a copy in what should have been overkill, had the fax header of a different law group...let them banter their way out of that.
I love fucking attorneys with their own idiocy. Hate it when they do it to me.
I've wanted to be a lawyer since I saw "Sex, Lies, and Videotape..."
True blood and this girl go together.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnZD9VGSHMI&feature=player_embedded
We saw her with ILYAIMY Saturday night. Her bitter words, said both in this song and at the show in person, make me warm. Sat she was sexier in a small summer dress - at the start of her set she noted she had worn it for an outdoor event the day before and she apologized if anything was flying out of it. She's...believable. Like True Blood. Laugh, but I think I'd rather believe in the horrors of True Blood compared to this dullard factory.
"make you right with god, but you'll never be right with me. You're a marked man brother..."
I rediscovered Foster The People's Pumped Up Kicks.
Last night I accidentally wrapped up in a rant why I'm not clubbing so much. I haven't outgrown it, but in b-more the music sucks while the venue is great. In DC I don't like the Sat venue, and the other awesome venues for dancing have been during the week when the employed don't seem to go out. The poor venue uninspires me on the weekend. The bars during the week are annoying to get to and aren't really danceable, plus...they're bars. So I can go to a bar in the middle of the week to drink and shit up the next day at work. Of course I love to sit in a bar and talk with friends, but that one thing I might enjoy is ruined by music, music I like, blasted so loud that I can't talk with people. So I can hear music I hate in a dance club, or music I like to dance to in a bar so loud I can't talk to my friends.
Yesterday I talked with friends in a gay chocolate coffee bar. I heard music I liked in the background. Maybe we should have danced on the sidewalk. Naked.
I love fucking attorneys with their own idiocy. Hate it when they do it to me.
I've wanted to be a lawyer since I saw "Sex, Lies, and Videotape..."
True blood and this girl go together.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnZD9VGSHMI&feature=player_embedded
We saw her with ILYAIMY Saturday night. Her bitter words, said both in this song and at the show in person, make me warm. Sat she was sexier in a small summer dress - at the start of her set she noted she had worn it for an outdoor event the day before and she apologized if anything was flying out of it. She's...believable. Like True Blood. Laugh, but I think I'd rather believe in the horrors of True Blood compared to this dullard factory.
"make you right with god, but you'll never be right with me. You're a marked man brother..."
I rediscovered Foster The People's Pumped Up Kicks.
Last night I accidentally wrapped up in a rant why I'm not clubbing so much. I haven't outgrown it, but in b-more the music sucks while the venue is great. In DC I don't like the Sat venue, and the other awesome venues for dancing have been during the week when the employed don't seem to go out. The poor venue uninspires me on the weekend. The bars during the week are annoying to get to and aren't really danceable, plus...they're bars. So I can go to a bar in the middle of the week to drink and shit up the next day at work. Of course I love to sit in a bar and talk with friends, but that one thing I might enjoy is ruined by music, music I like, blasted so loud that I can't talk with people. So I can hear music I hate in a dance club, or music I like to dance to in a bar so loud I can't talk to my friends.
Yesterday I talked with friends in a gay chocolate coffee bar. I heard music I liked in the background. Maybe we should have danced on the sidewalk. Naked.