It’s been precisely one year since I acted upon one of the most difficult decisions I’ve ever made. She still doesn’t have anything to do with me.
Archive for June, 2009
“I have the kind of backside that screams (figuratively), ‘yup. If you’re facing charges of rape, you definitely don’t want me on your jury panel.'”
I was summoned for jury duty last week. I turned up and spent most of the day twiddling my thumbs in what is essentially a large waiting room. In the afternoon I was finally selected for potential involvement in a rape trial, estimated to last two weeks. My number was called out in the courtroom; I was to be the final juror. The accused then objected to my inclusion on the jury panel, and so I was sent home.
I’ve never been able to find address book software that functions quite the way I would like it to. As a result, I’ve often considered writing my own. But I never quite get there, because I end up generalising my ideas to the point where I have something that isn’t even an address book any more—even though that thing is still kinda cool. And I do wonder whether that thing already exists in some online form.