Thursday, July 27, 2006
Sometimes in the blawgging world, a Blawg will be going strong and steady and then one day, for no reason at all...it drops off the face of the earth. Or in some cases it slowly dies out. Mine was in danger of dying out about a year ago when I was trying to decide whether or not I should even bother with one.
Injustice Anywhere - Why? Last Posted in April 2006. She made the move from Texas to Washington and then disappeared! #1 I hope she is okay and #2 I hope she starts blawgging again.
Alaskablawg - Why? Last posted in May 2006. Who couldn't peel their eyes away from the
a Public Defender - Why? Last posted in March 2006. Another blog I enjoyed but it just fizzled out. Again, I'm keeping my fingers crossed that he starts writing again.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
I would like everyone to meet the lovely and talented Ms. Linda Elizabeth Kay:
I'm sure the robot isn't responsible for the hand in the jar...I just wonder who is?
Friday, July 21, 2006
I hardly knew him, but the incredible impact I know that he had on his clients, friends, and family were huge. Tommy was an unstoppable advocate for the homeless, he was responsible for starting the homeless court and legal clinic in 2000 at Loaves & Fishes, and he was tireless in his efforts to defend all of his clients whether they were high profile Capital Cases or the run of the mill drug abuser. Tommy was also an active member of Death Penalty Focus and a tireless crusader for the ultimate abolishment of the Death Penalty.
When I find out more information on services, and an official obituary, I'll post it. Rest in peace Brother.
2:30 p.m. UPDATE - Sacramento ABC News 10 did a web story on Tommy.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
It's taken me four 4 fucking hours and pure luck to stumble on it, but I did. Thats all that counts in the end. I'm lucky that I even found the place I guess. That's what happens when you get directions from a dude on the corner tweaked out of his mind.
I ran across Pepper about a year ago. She is a sweet, but sickly, old Black lady who has been working the streets longer than I've been alive. She makes pretty good change turning tricks but she spends all of her scratch putting shit up her nose and loaning it out to friends. I admire her Socialist leanings but if she doesn't kick the drug thing, she'll be dead soon.
Unfortunately for our case, Ms. Pepper is the only witness to a carjacking that occurred about two weeks ago. Pepper was supposedly looking to buy some candy with Skittlz, our client at the time of the alleged carjacking, and they were nowhere near where the incident took place.
Mutherrfucker - Try coming in this window again! We'll have a mutherrfucking surprise waiting for U!
knock, Knock, Knock.
The door cracked open and a Black guy with closely shaved head, in his late 40's peeked out, Yeah? That funky smell, I noticed from the moment I walked up to the door got stronger all of a sudden. I'm looking for Ms. Pepper, You Mr. Orion? He looked a little surprised that I knew his real name.
No shit? Well, thats what I get for asking. Crutches looked at me like I was a moron, and he probably was not that far off in his thinking.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Windham County, Vermont...never been there, but I hear it's beautiful AND a great place to visit!
Ahhhhh...who am I kidding, I never heard about the place till this story. It appears that the EX-Windham County Sheriff, Sheila Prue, (Notice I didn't add Deputy? We're talkin bout THE Sheriff) who was previously convicted of Misdemeanor Embezzlement charges is now working for the defense:
BRATTLEBORO, Vt. -- The former Windham County sheriff who resigned last month before pleading guilty to embezzlement charges is now working for a lawyer who is under contract with the Vermont Defender General's Office.I suppose that Prue is extremely qualified to do the work and as far as her job as Sheriff went, she made a lot of history as the 1st female Sheriff in the state and also the 1st openly gay Sheriff in the state. From what I can follow, everyone seemed to like her before this pesky embezzlement case.
I didn't really go back to far through her history at the department and I'm hoping that the embezzlement charges weren't something that was drummed up by a bunch of asshole cops that couldn't take orders from a woman but...I did find this article at the Boston Globe which pointed out the most fascinating thing about this case:
Prue and her family also were accused of buying groceries, pet supplies, clothing, exercise equipment, household goods, a banjo and other items for personal use with the department's money.
A BANJO! You gotta love this shit. Also in the same article was a mention of another local (I'm guessing) Sheriff to the area that also borrowed a little cash then tried to say it was spent on a undercover narc investigation:
Hope everyone has a good Friday and a fan f-ing tastic weekend! I know I won't!
Edson was charged after an investigation found that in 2002 he borrowed $25,000 from the Lamoille County Sheriff's Department. When the Lamoille County department asked for the money back, Edson tried to forge documents saying the money had been used for an undercover drug operation.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
I don't have any dogs or cats that live under the same roof as I do anymore and after 31 years of life I'm still childless SO let me share a few animal pics from my last trip home and one not involving animals at all. I'll start witt the animal free pic:
I wanted to show my three faithful readers a photograph of the church that I grew up attending as a kid. With the exception of some fancy new decorations, the church is exactly the same as it was 19 years ago...no smartasses, I've been to church a few times since then!
We were right in the middle of mass and the church was packed to standing room only. Alejandro (not his real name...or is it?) had thoughtfully shoved a pocketful of butterscotch candies in their bright yellow and super crinkly wrappers in his pocket and for some reason we both failed to notice that El Padre (and his superhuman hearing) had stopped his sermon to look at the two stupid kids in the back row, loudly dropping candies on the hard, wooden pews and giggling like little school girls.
El Padre walked from his podium (visible in the photo) over to us, told us to both stand up, grabbed each of us by one ear, and dragged us all the way to the front of church and made us sit on each side of him while he finished mass.
Our parents were sitting at the front of the church, where they didn't know their little devils had been the cause of El Padre stopping the show until we were seated red-faced (well, as red-faced as two brown skinned kids could be) in front of them...on the ground.
I still don't know how I got over the embarrassment and ass-whooping that I recieved after that but I did. I also never sit near Alejandro anymore in church...if I can avoid it. Yeah...giggling like a school girl has caused me quite a few uncomfortable moments in life...we don't have to get into that right now.
Of course this is a female, California Quail which is not so uncommon in the Southwest BUT this is the first time I've ever been able to get close to their chicks! Again, the little buggers were running kind of fast so they are a little blurry too. What? I'm not a friggin nature photographer!
Last but not least on my church/nature tour is: Gopherus Agassizii
Gopherus Ag...what you ask? Why it's the friendly Desert Tortoise! Here is a guy that COULD NOT escape my camera lense and he was slow enough that my photographs were not too blurry. I think the guy posing in the photo above is named Frankie...or maybe I'm just making that up.
These old timers are slow but sneaky. While I was taking the photograph above and talking to the caretaker of these tortoises, this little guy snuck up on my and started attacking me.
I did my best to keep from screaming like a little school girl and punting him away...see, screaming, giggling...it's all the same thing when you're doing it like a school girl. I let him chew on my foot for about 5 awkward minutes, then when he was done chewing, he rested his head on my shoe and stopped moving. I think he might have fallen asleep after a hearty meal of New Balance shoe.
Okay, I'm done punishing you folks with my travel pics and stories. See you next time when I post the photos of my long lost collection of Star Wars action figures that I had as a kid!!!
Monday, July 10, 2006
A Deputy Public Defender asks you to investigate an incident, supplying you with the following details:My client, Gunter Thor, is charged with making terrorist threats upon his sometimes girlfriend, Sonia Secrets. The police report quotes Ms. Secrets as saying, "He [Thor] said he would kill me for what I did. I did nothing wrong. Gunter is crazy and I'm scared to death of him. Ms. Secrets has filed affidavits in support of T.R.O.s (Temporary Restraining Orders) to keep Mr. Thor at a distance. She has reportedly received fiscal and counseling support from the local Battered Women's Shelter, the District Attorney's Victim Witness Program, her HMO medical plan, and her psychologist.
You have been assigned to catalogue the evidence at a homicide crime scene after the police have concluded their investigation. The scene is still fresh with crime scene forensic evidence: blood on the walls, broken bottles and smashed furniture.
The cause of death has been determined to be strangulation, with evidence of blunt forced trauma to the head. Investigators for the co-defendant are also at the scene. As you look through the kitchen drawers you find a tray with sharp knives. The knives look like they have not been taken out of the tray for sometime. You decide to individually wrap the knives in bubble wrap before putting them away in an evidence box. You count the knives before you leave to get the bubble wrap. There are five (5) knives. When you return you recount the knives and find that there are now only four (4) knives. As you are recounting you hear the voice of the co-defendant's investigator yell out, "look what I found! I can't believe the cops missed this!" When you reach the co-defendant's investigator he is holding a knife like those in the drawer and the knife has blood on the blade. The attorneys in the house are ecstatic because now they have a weapon to solidify the self defense claim.What do you do?
It's a peculiar thing. Every day my bulk mail gets filled to overflowing with garbage email from spammers trying to sell something to me or trying to get me to click on a website to "Check out your neighbors naughty nieces" or some other strange shit.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
I was chatting with Melissa over at Peekaboo on Google Talk sometime last week (If you don't have it, you should download it. It also lets you voice chat and it's free...can you ask for anything more?) and she emailed me this weekend to see if it would be okay to post a transcript of our chat...I told her it was cool with me. Here it is:
me: have you caught your tail yet?
sancho: still chasing
me: aren’t you exhausted
sancho: my non-girlfriend dumped me
me: the one you love?
sancho: feel horrible
me: I bet. I’m sorry
so have you
gotten shitfaced and flirted with hookers yet?
sancho: thanks :) not yet waiting for friday on the plus side i can concentrte ib just work ab\nd the gym now
me: oooh on friday. yeah you can concentrate. Also, you can mack on women with impunity
sancho: i knew i could count on you
me: !!! what’s that supposed to mean?
sancho: you know, 2 make me laugh
me: oh… hee
now you can get
I just got dumped. . . .
sancho: or we can mack
me: hold me
And so the soap opera that is my love life takes another fucking twist. Jeezus.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
I recently went back home for a visit with the folks. It feels very familiar to pull into the driveway of my parents home because I spent so many years growing up there. I stopped to think about it and I realized that I've almost been living away from home in a psuedo-adult life as long as I lived in my parent's home as a kid (17 years to be exact). Can that be right? How can I have those feelings about this home yet I've never found anything like it later in life?
I don't know, I guess it feels like it's taken me 30 years to get to this point with my parents and it leads me to wonder - Now that I have this great relationship with my parents, how long can it last? What is going to happen to have it all taken away from me?