Well at least I got a weekly bus pass out of it. But certainly no trial, which is what I wanted. I boarded the No. 201 bus, which dropped me three blocks away from my destination at the Civil Central West Courthouse at Sixth and Commonwealth where I arrived 30 minutes ahead of my appointed …
I was listening to the post State of the Union commentary on CBS hoping to get the distaste of Duhbya’s speech out of my head, but instead tuned it out after one of the talking heads issued a different take on a key moment during the proceedings. For me, the highlight of the hour-long remarks …
So I hopped the No. 4 MTA bus at 7 a.m. and got down to the Stanley Mosk Courthouse for my jury duty with plenty of time to spare. Once the paperwork was completed and my juror badge was clipped to the collar of my jacket, it was all about filling the void of time …
Yes ladies and gentlemen, I’m off to jump into the jury pool — and actually wanting to! That’s right, I may very well be the only person there who doesn’t want to be anyplace else and actually wishes to get on a jury. I’ll personally be affronted — not relieved — if I am excused …
I feel like the nerd wanting desperately to be picked for a dodgeball team… except in this case it’s jury duty. Today should have been my first day to report to the Stanley Mosk courthouse on Hill Street downtown. I got my notification around Christmas and went through the motions to register. Given my present …
So it’s Sunday and that means my scale was a-callin’ me out for our regular weekly showdown. I did well this week, with three consecutive days consuming less than 2,000 calories, but still I stepped to my nemesis with a mixture of trepidation and fear as to what series of glowing red numbers would show …
Murderball. What a phenomenal film. Watch it and try to whine about anything without feeling foolish.