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Jury Duty, Day 3: Revenge of the Jury

March 30, 2016 Leave a comment

Still no summons. The likelihood of them calling me on Thursday or Friday is low, I imagine, but I guess you never know.

The good news this morning is that I was awoken by an alert at 4:49am telling me that there is a “Hydrolic Outlook” warning issued to let me know that there is a possibility of flooding…which makes me wonder if I am reading my weather app correctly because this…


…seems to tell me that it is supposed to be simultaneously raining & sunny right now.

However, what amused me more was this:

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A Moist and Unsettled Pattern drifted across Atlanta London, Creeping through the irrevocable Darkness. The masses of People who awoke on that Fateful Morning blinked groggily while performing their morning Libations and felt a Chilling Dread overtake them whenever they Accidentally glanced out Windows into their Impending Doom.


Jury Duty, Day 2: Attack of the Juries

March 29, 2016 Leave a comment

Still not called in to serve. I’m not surprised, exactly, especially as a coworker pointed out that we work for a security company & defense lawyers tend to not want security folk on a jury. I understand that, but I work in the marketing department, not as a guard, & the only way they’ll find that out is if they call me in. I’m not expecting them to, honestly, because it’s probably like dating–they can feel my desperation/interest & it scares them away.

My drive into work was fairly uneventful except for the moron who was jogging on the side of the road while a perfectly good sidewalk was mere inches away from where he was running. I’m not sure in what world it makes sense to jog down a four-lane, busy street when a sidewalk is literally right there, being a sidewalk made to be run on.

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Jury Duty, Day 1: The Phantom Jury

March 28, 2016 Leave a comment

The instructions Gwinnett County gives for jury duty include that you have to check on the Saturday or Sunday before your week to see if you need to report on Monday. Not going to lie: I’m a little bummed that I wasn’t called in.

On the plus side, I did so much work on Friday to get my projects that are due soon wrapped up that I don’t have a lot in the way of work to do today, so I can work on stuff that’s due farther out.

To make up for a lack of insight into our judicial system, here’s a picture of the Nerd lightsabering a poor, unarmed Stormtrooper.


Book Review: Will You Miss Me When I’m Gone

October 3, 2014 Leave a comment

Will You Miss Me When I’m Gone? by Mark Zwonitzer is not just the story of the Original Carter Family or the Carter Sisters and Mother Maybelle. It’s the story of bluegrass and hillbilly music, of the Great Depression and before, of how country music was shaped and influenced by three seemingly inconsequential people from Maces Spring, VA. They could have just been country musicians who never left Poor Valley, but instead they chose to spread their music far and wide and ended up influencing so many people from Chet Atkins to Hank Williams to obviously Johnny Cash.

Before reading this book, I didn’t know much about the history of country music. For me, it was just something that had always been around for me and my dad to listen to as we drove along. On one of our many road trips, we drove down to Bristol, VA and actually went to The Carter Family Fold to listen to the music that still gets played there. My dad had read about the Carter family, but I had pretty much zero frame of reference for the performance; the only thing that really stuck with me is that Johnny Cash had married into the family and who doesn’t like Johnny Cash?

For Christmas that year, he gave me a copy of Will You Miss Me When I’m Gone? with the express instructions that I give it to him so he could read it when I was finished. I want to say that this happened within the past five years, but now that I think about it…um…I’m not 100% sure of that. It’s not that I didn’t want to read it, but that I have so many unread books that…

No, let’s not make excuses. I didn’t read it because it takes a very special nonfiction book to get me interested. Even after I started this one, it still took me over six months to get through 397 pages. It’s not that it wasn’t interesting, but I found myself reading a chapter and then, once that chapter was done, not reading another chapter for days at a time (it probably also didn’t help that I read the first book of The Stormlight Archive somewhere in there).

I’m glad I did read it, though. I feel better for it, even though I spent the whole book waiting to see where Johnny Cash shows up and he ends up appearing somewhere in the last three chapters. There’s so much history out there in the things we take for granted. It’s amazing how far country and bluegrass have gone. It went from this to this to this in just under 100 years.

And now I’ve got to get this book into the mail to my dad.

March Stone Mountain Hike

May 2, 2014 Leave a comment

Time: 31:55 up, 27:27 down
Weather: sunny, decidedly less windy than the previous month.

March’s Stone Mountain Hike happened on the 22nd of March. We planned it to coincide with a party friends of ours were having because we knew we’d end up pigging out completely and were happy to bank some calories.

I was really happy to get to the top this time. Even though our time got better from the first hike, I still felt like I was going to die. The Nerd laughed that I carried my water bottle up, but frankly, if I’m not drinking on my way up, I’d feel much worse. There was a science festival going on at Stone Mountain Park, so there were a bunch of groups of Boy and Girl Scouts climbing. No one in particular stood out, unfortunately.

We missed April because it got weirdly busy even though we had very little actually planned. Here’s to getting back in the saddle for May!

Insert Tab A into Slot B

May 1, 2014 Leave a comment

Today I had my annual visit to the ladydoctor. All went well as I’m generally pretty healthy. I did have to change my name because of the whole getting married thing, so I wasn’t too surprised when the doctor asked me if we were thinking about having kids.

Note: The gynecologist is the only person I will accept that question from because it is, literally, her business.

At any rate, I told her that we weren’t planning on getting pregnant any time soon. She smiled and nodded and said, “Okay, well, when you do, let us know and we can go over what you need to do.”

I know that she meant so we could discuss things like genetic testing and pre-natal vitamins and all that rigmarole…but it took every fiber of my being to not say, “Pretty sure I know what we need to do. Done it before. Isn’t too difficult. They even make videos!”

Before you ask, yes, I have spent most of today giggling about that.


Book Review: The Fault in Our Stars

March 24, 2014 Leave a comment

I realize that “reviewing” a book that’s spent over a year on the NY Times Best Seller List is like throwing a salt shaker into the ocean and feeling like you’ve made a difference in its overall salinity, but bear with me because I’ve had a realization.

Here’s what the inside flap of my copy says:

Despite the tumor-shrinking medical miracle that has bought her a few years, Hazel has never been anything but terminal, her final chapter inscribed upon diagnosis. But when a gorgeous plot twist named Augustus Waters suddenly appears at Cancer Kid Support Group, Hazel’s story is about to be completely rewritten.

“Aw, hell no,” you’re thinking. “Not a book about kids with cancer.” And it is.

I knew going into it that it was going to mess me up, making me miserable and happy at the same time. It did, but probably not in the way you think. Obviously a book about anyone having cancer is going to be heartbreaking because unless you find the book in the section of the bookstore titled “Romance,” there is not going to be some kind of miracle cure–someone is going to die. That’s how cancer generally works and especially how it works in books because every book needs a conflict. Cancer wouldn’t be a good conflict if it was cured in the first chapter and the rest of the book was three hundred pages of being in remission (though if someone wants to write that book and make it interesting, by all means).

What I wasn’t prepared for, despite loving the vlogbrothers, was for it to be written so heartbreakingly beautifully. There are books that I read and think “Oh, I could have written this.” There are books that I read and think, “Wow, this is really good.”

And there are books that I read and think, “Why did I ever think that I might possibly be a writer someday? I should just give up because I could never do something this awesome.”

I mean that in the literal sense of the word awesome and not in the “Awesome Hot Dogs, Only $2.99” sense of the word.

Which isn’t to say that I’m actually going to give up, exactly. Just that I will probably never be as smart or as articulate as John Green. I’ll settle for half, though.