(no subject)
May. 15th, 2003 11:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vicarzToday I received my first piece of correspondence addressed with the suffix “Esq.” Fuck law school, I’m already bearing the disgraceful label! It burns, it burns! I received the artificial title today when a Judge accepted my motion to dismiss a case mua ha ha!
Moline IL, this was not a bad place at all. The air smelled good, noticeably good. There was no trash on the ground, with the one exception of a large cache of cigarette butts outside the airport. What gives smokers the right to litter anyway? Ick! People were insanely polite – for example, at the approach to a bridge that had been reduced to one lane for construction, all vehicles merged AS SOON AS THE SIGNS INDICATED TO rather than speeding to the front of the line to make a traffic jam. Note – there was little significant delay due to the GOOD MANNERS. One person scooted around the line of traffic, and they were honked at! Normally I’d throw in some cautionary note about the high bible quotient and the inherent hostility that comes with that mentality, but I did eat in a restaurant with the only black guy in the place - and to the best of my view no one batted an eyelash. I’m not sure what things would have been like if we had walked in holding hands, but hey…baby steps… If things really are different in more rural places, perhaps I should consider leaving the hustle and hostility of the city behind someday. Manners – I care about them. It’s nice to not be the only one holding the door for someone, or allowing an elderly person to proceed at their own pace w/o rushing past them.
The trip back was...well a trip. A HUGE t-storm broke out while we were waiting in the airport hanger. The airport was small, but had large windows on all sides. We had quite a display of lightning, and many fun booms. Most of the soon-to-be-passengers looked quite nervous, and I was giddy with glee at the storm. They actually did delay the take-off until the worst had blown over. Even so, it was one HELL of a ride getting above the clouds. As always, when the plummet seemed to last a while I was thinking "Guess this is it, might as well try to catch the view on the way down."
We settled our case during the deposition, hence the hasty return. We basically had the guy, but this Mr. Rodgers look-a-like just wanted ‘to clear his good name.’ He had a good work history, and we knew the principal witness was no longer available so we were happy to close the case at that stage. Everybody left happy – I love that. It’s fun to be mean to an ass, but when the person is really a decent fellow (or gal – check my dialect!) I’m much more inclined to try and leave the table with all parties feeling like they got a fair shake.
The trend of starting off with a negative impression and having it corrected is getting a little tiresome. What’s up with all this optimistic bullshit? I’m not wrong – it all sucks! Sucks, I tell you!
I'm in a new gym boxing, and sucking at boxing, and we use a room with many more mirrors. Um, I have an obvious curvature of the spine. That's a nice way of saying "My ass sticks out like a fag in heat. With oil." It's one hell of a perspective. No wonder I get that weird crick when I stand or shop for long periods of time - I have faggy ass syndrome. Amazing, and quite flattering I must tell you. I need to learn how 'to take the fag out for boxing.'
Moline IL, this was not a bad place at all. The air smelled good, noticeably good. There was no trash on the ground, with the one exception of a large cache of cigarette butts outside the airport. What gives smokers the right to litter anyway? Ick! People were insanely polite – for example, at the approach to a bridge that had been reduced to one lane for construction, all vehicles merged AS SOON AS THE SIGNS INDICATED TO rather than speeding to the front of the line to make a traffic jam. Note – there was little significant delay due to the GOOD MANNERS. One person scooted around the line of traffic, and they were honked at! Normally I’d throw in some cautionary note about the high bible quotient and the inherent hostility that comes with that mentality, but I did eat in a restaurant with the only black guy in the place - and to the best of my view no one batted an eyelash. I’m not sure what things would have been like if we had walked in holding hands, but hey…baby steps… If things really are different in more rural places, perhaps I should consider leaving the hustle and hostility of the city behind someday. Manners – I care about them. It’s nice to not be the only one holding the door for someone, or allowing an elderly person to proceed at their own pace w/o rushing past them.
The trip back was...well a trip. A HUGE t-storm broke out while we were waiting in the airport hanger. The airport was small, but had large windows on all sides. We had quite a display of lightning, and many fun booms. Most of the soon-to-be-passengers looked quite nervous, and I was giddy with glee at the storm. They actually did delay the take-off until the worst had blown over. Even so, it was one HELL of a ride getting above the clouds. As always, when the plummet seemed to last a while I was thinking "Guess this is it, might as well try to catch the view on the way down."
We settled our case during the deposition, hence the hasty return. We basically had the guy, but this Mr. Rodgers look-a-like just wanted ‘to clear his good name.’ He had a good work history, and we knew the principal witness was no longer available so we were happy to close the case at that stage. Everybody left happy – I love that. It’s fun to be mean to an ass, but when the person is really a decent fellow (or gal – check my dialect!) I’m much more inclined to try and leave the table with all parties feeling like they got a fair shake.
The trend of starting off with a negative impression and having it corrected is getting a little tiresome. What’s up with all this optimistic bullshit? I’m not wrong – it all sucks! Sucks, I tell you!
I'm in a new gym boxing, and sucking at boxing, and we use a room with many more mirrors. Um, I have an obvious curvature of the spine. That's a nice way of saying "My ass sticks out like a fag in heat. With oil." It's one hell of a perspective. No wonder I get that weird crick when I stand or shop for long periods of time - I have faggy ass syndrome. Amazing, and quite flattering I must tell you. I need to learn how 'to take the fag out for boxing.'
