bemusement and frustration

The bemusement comes from discovering, late last week, that I'm apparently
scheduled to be appearing at a convention called "Love is Murder," specifically
on a panel called "Romance is a Mystery." Dang. Sounds like fun. Pity
I had no clue about the conference a'tall. Maybe next year.


The frustration (and also some bemusement) comes from the fact that I just
spent the past 24 hours of my life going with a friend to an out-of-state
courthouse (driving 3 hours, staying overnight, getting to the courthouse
on time for a morning meeting and then driving home another three hours)
only to have the defendant (a local-to-the-courthouse resident) NOT SHOW.

We are told that the defendant called my friend's lawyer half an hour after
the date of the meeting with the judge to say that he was sick. Called
the plaintiff's lawyer. Not his own. Not the judge in whose chambers they
were meeting. And half an hour after the fact.

I don't mind the time spent. It was a good way to catch up on life, and
we were able to discuss Life and Writing and other things related. But
I am truly disgusted that everyone (my friend, myself, the judge, the lawyers
who set this meeting up) had their time wasted by someone who couldn't spare
enough decency or respect to let the right people know on time (much less
before the fact) that he wouldn't be able to make the (much shorter than
our) drive down to the courthouse.

The judge was apparently Not Pleased that the defendant dissed the court
in such a manner. I do hope the word "contempt" gets used in follow-up
documents.

Pfeh. And other words of disgust.

The Interview Meme

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How this meme works:
1 - Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.
2 - I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.
3 - You'll update your journal with my five questions, and your five answers.
4 - You'll include this explanation.
5 - You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.

fire...ice...quizzes of mass destruction....

because I've had too damn much coffee in too short a timeframe and therefore don't expect to sleep any time soon...

(and because despite everything else I still managed to get almost 1000 words written today and figure out how I'm going to integrate two points, go me!)

lifted from arcaedia



Cunning. Through use of many of life's faculties,
you've managed to suceed greatly. It may not
seem so to many, but isn't the the point most
times? It's only a matter of knowing more then
the others, right? I'm scared of people like
you, but in the same time, admire the ability
to see more then just the big picture; you see
yourself in it every time. You survived the end
by knowing who to knock down so you got that
last spot in the bunker... nicely done.


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