So, I had jury duty this past Monday. For the most part, it was uneventful. I had to be there at 8:15am with about 200 other people. After I checked in, I retired to a surprisingly comfortable chair and alternated between playing poker on my cell phone and reading my poker book (yes, I’ve turned into a poker geek). When I wasn’t doing that, I was people watching. As you can imagine, it was a pretty diverse group. The common thread we all had was our annoyance at having to be there for jury duty.
As I was scanning around the room, I noticed this older woman across the aisle from me. Her profile looked a lot like Jane Fonda. I was thinking about how much she looked like Jane when she turned her head toward me. It was Jane Fonda! I know what you’re thinking, but I’m crapping you negative here. I am 99.9% sure it was her.
I was thinking that surely Jane could get out of jury duty, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. She’s a very down to earth person, of course she’s politically active and so I imagine she would perform her civic duty when asked.
This is actually my second Jane sighting in Atlanta. The other time was at Grant Central Pizza next to Grant Park. She was sitting in a booth with her daughter and grandchild sipping on a Guinness draft. I thought that was pretty cool.
The other weird thing about all of this is the fact that my mom looks a LOT like Jane Fonda. When I was growing up, she would often be stopped in grocery stores by hysterical moms wanting an autograph. This was back when Jane was immensely popular due to her workout videos.
So, anyway, I saw Jane Fonda at jury duty. By the way, we both got dismissed without having to serve on a trial.
I was in Criminal Records a few months ago talking to Fran from The Tom Collins and Shannon from International Hits. We were all shootin’-the-shit about musical things we’ve been up to, shows, cool albums that just came out, new recordings we’re working on with our respective bands, etc. You know, talking about cool things because we are cool guys—musicians, local scenesters, whatnot.
As I was leaving the record store, I held the door open for these two guys who were walking in. As they passed me, one of them said, “thanks, sir.”
They have been few and far between for the past year plus, but Paul Ford’s writings on Ftrain still have a quiet majesty to them that make me get all excited when his rss feed pings me with an update. This guy could write about the phone book and make me hang on every word.
I’ll have to wait on the phone book essay but am happy to settle for this description of his walk home from dinner.
The wife and I were watching a show on television last night about oil consumption. The show was a “what if” scenario and was portrayed as if it were a report on something that actually happened. The scenario was that oil scarcity had led to prices that were so high, it brought our economy to a halt. It showed airlines shutting down and people moving out of suburban neighborhoods so they could live closer to the city and depend less on their cars. People were “interviewed” about what had happened to their lives as a result of the oil shortage.
Once we realized what was going on, the wife said, “so this didn’t really happen. That kid being ‘interviewed’ is just lying to us.”
So, that’s another word for an actor: a liar.
We had a good laugh over that one.
This is one of those really annoying posts about why I haven’t been writing much lately. Sorry in advance.
Mucho crappiness has been going on around me as of late and it has sapped my strength to the point that I rarely feel like writing anything on this site anymore. I want this to change and will be writing more, I swear. I just wanted you to know what is going on and why pretty much the only thing that happens on themuy these days is a random post of links to other tidbits of note on this world wide web of internets.
One thing I know for sure is that these things suck: death, car break-ins, physical injury, website hackers and Atlanta Medical Center.
I sure am glad it’s a three day weekend. Here’s hoping nothing blows up. Cheers!
A thought that went through both my wife’s and my mind last night at the mall:
California Pizza Kitchen really sucks.
My cell phone provider, Verizon, recently upgraded their voice mail system. I’m not quite sure what they did on the back end, but one thing I’ve noticed is their new prompt system when you call in to check your messages. This is what the automated voice tells you when you call in to check your voice mail:
You have 2 unheard messages.
The following messages have not been heard.
First unheard message…
Why do you need to tell me the messages are unheard? Isn’t that a given? I dialed this number because my phone says I have new messages. I want to listen to them! Just give me my messages!!!!
Hey, Verizon, I’ve got an idea about how to make this exchange a tad more efficient. Here’s my proposal:
You have 2 messages.
I just want you to know that even though he is not a super hero, Matt Haughey wears tights. Read this post on his blog and marvel at his sly mention of said fact.
Pretty sneaky, Matt. Never underestimate the power of the blogosphere in uncovering dirty little secrets. I’m going to bring you down*!
* I’m not going to bring you down.
Yesterday, during my run with the dogs, Charlie stopped to pee on a fire hydrant. I thought to myself, “oh come on, that’s such a cliché, Charlie.”
Oh, this reminds me. The wife and I will be taking the dogs to this doggie fun run on Saturday. If you live in the area, come on down*!
* I make no gurantees my dog will not sniff your dog’s butt.
The other night, while working out on the treadmill at the YMCA, the perfect song came on my iPod. Picturing all of us furiously working out as these lyrics echoed through my headphones brought a smile to my face.
Talkin’ Bout The Smiling Deathporn Immortality Blues (everyone wants to live forever)
The Flaming Lips (Hit To Death In The Future Head)
Imagination, that’s the way that it seems
Man can only live in his dreams
Oh, it seems so hard.
If I’ve lived a thousand times before
And if I’m gonna live a million more
Always brings me down
Everyone wants to live forever
Thinkin’ that it’d be a lot better
Everyone wants to live for ever, whoah
The feeling in my head starts heading south
It seems it stops the fever from shootin’ out of my mouth
Life gushing all around
Everyone wants to live forever
Thinkin’ that it’d be a lot better
Everyone wants to live forever, whoah oh oo ohhh