Sometimes, Melissa runs her legs. Sometimes, she runs her mouth.
We, as criminal defense lawyers, are forced to deal with some of the lowest people on earth, people who have no sense of right and wrong, people who will lie in court to get what they want, people who do not care who gets hurt in the process. It is our job–our sworn duty–as criminal defense lawyers, to protect our clients from those people.
—Cynthia Roseberry
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This is Tiny. He went out the day before it snowed and hasnt’ been back since. it’s been about two weeks. We originally assumed that someone felt sorry for him in the snow and let him in their house. We figured that when it got warm again, we would see him.
Well it’s been almost two weeks and he’s still gone. He could still be a “house cat” for some other family who decided he wasn’t going to go outside anymore.
or he could have died out in the cold or got mawled by a wild animal or a dog.
Poor kitty. I’m sad.
I love being funny. I love making people laugh. I’m not sure where this urge came from because when I was a child, I was extremely shy and didn’t like attention at all. I learned at some point that I can be funny and make people laugh and so now I have the urge to do it more than is necessarily proper.
So here is a time when it probably was proper. I was making up this stuff as I was going along. Some would say it’s a gift from God. Others might say I have the Devil in me. So here goes.
So I met this guy in a bar. Okay it wasn’t like that but it was a bar in Little Rock and I met him. So here’s how it went. I’m changing the person’s name to “Dude.” The conversation went something like this.
Dude: Have I seen you somewhere before?
me: I don’t know? Have you?
Dude: I swear I have. Do you live here?
me: no but I do visit quite often. I like live music.
Dude: oh that might be where. I go out a lot. (proceeds to mention bars)
me: yeah I’ve been there once or twice.
Dude: I’ve a little drunk right now.
me: yeah a little. I can tell. You’re animated but you’ll remember everything the next morning. One more drink and you’re making ridiculously bad decisions that you’ll remember. You’ll be calling your friend, “I can’t believe you let me go home with her. I thought you were my friend. What’s wrong with you?”
At this point, Dude begins to crack up and almost falls on the floor laughing.
Dude: that happened to me last week
Me: really. Happens to the best of us. But seriously. What kind of wingman is that? That’s a broken wingman. He’s supposed to make you look good to the hotties and block you from the notties. Broken wingman.
Dude: haaaa broken wingman..
Me: If his taste are that off from yours, you can do him a favor and give all of your ‘notties” his phone number.
Dude: (laughing… almost choked on his drink…. more laughing. then he gets real quiet) ooooh that’s a good one.
Me: Yep that’s right. Give them his number. He’ll think about the consequences of his actions in the future. umm hmmmm.
I have no idea. I was making it up as I was going along. I was fueled by the laughter.
This is from my friend Colter’s Flickr feed. oh the hilarity CNN.
“Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get, but if you work really hard and you’re kind, amazing things will happen.” — Conan O’Brien
Yes it’s been forever but first, I covet this bedspread in the purple color.
Of course, the minute I publicly state I am going to post every day, I get crazy busy and spend so much work time in front of the computer doing research that I spend my free time running away from the blinking box.
The Little Rock Marathon is about one month away and due to the rain, ice, and my apparent inability to fit running into my new hectic schedule, I am a little behind on this training bit. I am pondering whether to go ahead and do it with lots of walking, which is pretty much what happened last year. I finished in 3:22:24 . yeah that’s pretty slow. It’s almost walking. I’ve already paid for it so it’s just a matter of how much slowing down I am going to do.
As you can tell in my little blurb, I was tranfixed by the Conan O’Brien/Jay Leno/NBC/Tonight Show debacle. It was a complete trainwreck. The root of this was NBC trying to be cheap and greedy. But isn’t this an inspiring speech?
Look I went to the LRTweetup and got my picture in the paper. I also haven’t talked to Gray Turner in over ten years. Maybe more. Crap.
My 15 year college reunion is coming up. The day I get my invitation in the mail, I go to sleep and have a really freaky dream involving the Ex from Hades, Stoned Opie, and Tom. It’s going to be a long couple of months if I keep having those dreams.
I have had some wonderful lawyer type things happen to me lately but work on this blog is like Fight Club. Nobody talks about fight club… or my job on this blog.
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