Ugh, that sounds rather horrible Julie. Still, this:
Just a great big grey playing field of subjective, inconsistent and rather refutable statements.
...means that you definitely made the right decision as far as I'm concerned. Good on you for sticking to your guns!
Thanks, Angus! It was very urghy. And I have new respect for anyone that ever walked out of a court room with a "twelve good men and true" unanimous decision. They did say afterwards that it's exactly those sorts of trials that have trouble producing a result. I just wish that the OPP had worked harder to wrap it up thigter, or dropped the charge earlier and saved the costs (and angst).
In other news... anyone else wondering whether little John picked up a packet of Airforce One M&Ms this weekend?
Only me then...
Why yes, I do watch too much West Wing, what makes you ask? :)
Yep, the M&M reference sails over my head I'm afraid...
BUT, where do the custard donuts come from? Is this the county court in the city or another one?
Apparently Airforce One has little baggies of M&M's stamped with their own logo.
The County Court is on the corner of William & Lonsdale Streets. And the doughnuts (and great there-made muffins and wonderful krullers) are in a coffee shop that runs beside it, just slightly up Lonsdale Street. (Opposite the Surpreme Court and on top of the Children's Court Clinic if you know that part of the world.) $4 with a large flat white :)
Ace, I'll have to check it out. Who would've thought there was anything good in that part of town?
Who would've thought there was anything good in that part of town?
Goodness, not me. The first couple of days I had to hike all the way down to Collins or across to Elizabeth to feel like I was on familiar ground. It doesn't help that everything down there is sold at Lawyers' prices (and whilst I may be used to Accountants' prices, even they aren't quite that steep.)
Maybeeeeee this time. I'm here but will it last ... keep your whatevers crossed!
Sorry jury duty was such a sucky experience, Julie. I agree with Angus, doesn't seem like there was any other choice you could’ve made.
Everyone hated F. (Who started sentences with "This is probably a stupid question" until we told him, "You know, you don't have to say that anymore" grrr!)
I read this and immediately thought of this exchange from the Simpsons episode where Homer has jury duty:
Homer: What does "sequestered" mean?
Skinner: If the jury is deadlocked they're put up in a hotel together so they can't communicate with the outside world.
Homer: What does "deadlocked" mean?
Skinner: It's when the jury can't agree on a verdict.
Homer: Uh huh. And "if"?
Skinner: A conjunction meaning "in the event that" or "on condition that".
Homer: So *if* we don't all vote the same way, we'll be *deadlocked* and have to be *sequestered* in the Springfield Palace Hotel
Patty: That's not going to happen, Homer.
Homer: -- where we'll get a free room, free food, free swimming pool, free HBO -- Ooh! "Free Willy"!
Skinner: Justice is not a frivolous thing, Simpson. It has little if anything to do with a disobedient whale. Now let's vote!
Homer: Uh, how are the rest of you voting?
Everyone: Guilty.
Homer: OK, fine. How many S's in "innocent"?
anyone else wondering whether little John picked up a packet of Airforce One M&Ms this weekend?
Only in my happy fantasy where little Johnny chokes on a blue one and in a hallucination induced by oxygen deprivation, God decends from on high and bitch-slaps him into line over several key political issues. …Uh, I assume you were talking 'bout our esteemed PM? Because otherwise, I just seem crazy all over again.
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Maybeeeeee this time. I'm here but will it last ... keep your whatevers crossed!
Crossed! Crossed! finjmgies are creisswed.
wait. no they're not. It's just too hard to type. But connection-ma ahoy!
Homer: So *if* we don't all vote the same way, we'll be *deadlocked* and have to be *sequestered* in the Springfield Palace Hotel
snerkity! You know, they don't do that anymore. And here's one of my big gripes about Jury Duty. They didn't tell us that until 5 something o'clock on the our first day of deliberations. We're all.. can't make a decision, want to go home, can't make a decision, want to go home. sigh.
That was the way with most of the experience. We had to ask the right question, in the right way, of the right person to get the answer we needed. Tighlipped tipstaff do not a comfortable jury make!
fantasy where little Johnny chokes on a blue one and
No no no no no. Not the blue one. Blue M&Ms represent everything that is good in the world. They are sunshine and ice-cream cake and balloons and ponies. With sparkly mane-spray, and we tail plait mane-clips. Do what you must with a wayward M and wee Johnny's thorax. But never never dis the blue Ms again!
Not the blue one. Blue M&Ms represent everything that is good in the world...But never never dis the blue Ms again!
No, no, no! You misunderstand! See, Blue M&M's being the representative of all that is good and Johnny Boy being the representative of that is low-down and dirty, it is only *natural* that one would stick in his throat and cause him to choke like the opportunistic political leech that he is! Though I suppose it isn't the best end for the poor M&M, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made...