A Blast From The Past

You may remember these guys from a commerical about 8 years ago...they are back again and this time, they aren't pitching beer. The original version plays and then its followed by the new version which is a bit darker than the original but might leave you with a nice lump in your throat:

Yeah, I know I said I was going to be doing more investigation related posts but I HAD to post this!

I Almost Crapped My Pants Laughing

Totally unrelated to public defense, but instead of being the A**hole that forwards this to all his friends, I decide to just post this clip here for your amusement on this crazy, crazy Hump Day:

Politics in No Time @ Yahoo! Video

I am not sure if anyone will be listening, but I'm gonna be talking.

On occasion I like to re-read some of the crap that has been produced from my fingertips in past blawg entries.  My first ever post was on February 10, 2005.  I thought I was breaking some crazy, wild ground in the world of criminal defense investigators…becoming the first blogging PDI!

I'm starting this blog because quite honestly, we PD Investigator's deserve to get a little attention and/or recognition once in a while. I think we all have some interesting stories to tell that never make it to the courtroom but need to be heard. I guess I also just need a place to vent....vent the pressures of work and life too I suppose. I am not sure if anyone will be listening, but I'm gonna be talking.

Did I succeed in being a groundbreaker?  Not so much...BUT!  

Now that I’ve re-read my first blawg post I’m reminded of why I started blawging to begin with…to tell my stories.  Somehow I've lost my sense of purpose, the whole reason I first started Tales Of A Public Defender Investigator, and I want to get back on track, back in some type of rhythm.  

I just don't write from the heart as much anymore.  It seems like my writings have come more from the need not to let the blawg die.  One that came to mind was one I wrote almost four (in a few more months) years ago, when I first started blogging. 

I had a dream last night. A bad one.

It involved me being accused of murdering someone that was beating the crap out of a friend of mine (in the dream it was her husband, in real life she is a lesbian...yeah, I know I didn't say it was a normal dream). I remember that I was scared shitless because I knew I had committed the murder. I also remember watching the cops searching the warehouse where I had hidden the body behind a huge pile of boxes of Kleenex and everytime they got near the pile of boxes I was yelling at them to distract them.

I don't remember how, but they found the body and they decided that I was going to be executed right there in the warehouse. I kept telling them that I needed to call my friends and family to let them know where I was and that I loved them but it didn't matter. I just remember them all pointing guns and throwing baseball bats at me. When I woke up I remember something had hit me hard in the head...I don't remember how I died...

I'm not a great writer, in fact I'm not even a good writer...I don't think thats why people read my blog though.  I DO think that I'm better and more interesting when I write from the heart and I think what has kept me from doing that is my fear of being discovered.  I'm content with the fact that if I am discovered, it won't be the end of the world and I'll just have to deal with whatever happens. 

I've realized I'm okay with being discovered for a while now because I've even allowed people I've met through the blog to be friends on my personal Facebook page.  They can see me, my friends, and where I live.  Granted, they are usually people I know I can trust but still, its something I never thought I would do.

I do enjoy receiving emails from investigators (and a few private folks) who think I have some secret Myspace Investigative contacts that will give me information on people not accessible by others....I don't.  

My point? I don't want to become known for being the Myspace Investigator Guy...I want to be the Public Defender Investigator that has been through the shit and back again with a bunch of fuckin cool stories.   I think I'm still working my way back from the shit, but I know I still have a lot to say, so once again, I am not sure if anyone will be listening, but I'm gonna be talking.

Jeezus

I went to my friends house to watch the VP Debate and eat dinner...unfortunately my friends Tivo was on the fritz and all we got to watch was the talking heads after the debate...I got a little irritated but knew I had the debate recorded at my own house, so no big deal.  I was mostly just happy to be spending sometime with my friend.

It could be that when I went to her house, I was already a little on edge from being hungry and from the fact that I had to make a stop to pick up her groceries that she needed for later in the week..I may have been a little pissy with her.  I was certainly not feeling that I was in my finest form.

Disgusted with the talking heads, we watched Ugly Betty for about 30 minutes until I started to fool around with her a bit...

Thats when it happened.

We started discussing our relationship, what it is, what its not, and what it will most definitely NOT be in the near future.  Our conversation got to the point where I didn't even know what we were talking about but I finally got up to leave (twice) and had the door opened and slammed hard behind me as walked towards my car.

I wish I had just stayed home.