Blonde Justice

Blonde Justice

Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in
But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky
- Jay-Z




Hoarders Nightmare

I had a dream, a nightmare really, last night.  In the dream, I was going to sleeping in a dorm room.  As I fell asleep, I realized that the next morning I was supposed to move out and I hadn't packed yet.  So I got up to pack and I realized my dorm room was filled with garbage, like the episode of Hoarders.  I was trying to throw out all of the garbage and pack up the things that were most important to me, in a rush.  But I just kept coming across more garbage.

I can't remember the last time I had a nightmare from a TV show.  Thus proving, Hoarders is the scariest TV show.





Hoarders

Scariest show on TV:  Hoarders on A&E.   It's like Intervention for Hoarders.

It is like a nightmare for me.  I just can't imagine anything so terrible.   On this one episode, they found two dead cat skeletons under piles of garbage.  She had her kid taken from her.  She had no plumbing, no running water.  It is so disturbing.

I consider my mother a pack-rat.  Not a hoarder, not as bad as the people on the show, but someone who keeps things for no real reason, buys things for no real reason.  I can relate to the adult children of the hoarders on the show.

I guess I have a bit of a backlash.  I struggle with what to keep and what to toss.  Sometimes I have an urge to keep something ridiculous and then worry "Is this the first step to turning into a pack-rat?" and throw it out.  I figure it's better to throw something out and either have to buy another or live without than to find myself buried in trash. 

And yet, I can still relate, just a tiny bit.  I live in a tiny apartment.  Sometimes I have a pile of clothes that doesn't fit into my dresser or my closet.  Books that don't fit on the book shelf.  I guess I can imagine a scenario where, over the years, it just grows worse and worse over the years and you just don't know where to start.  Especially if you add in some kind of mental illness. 

Clearly, the Hoarders are a whole different category.  It kills me to watch it, and yet I need to watch until the end to see the house clean. 

It makes me want to go clean something, to throw something away.  But if you haven't watched it, you probably need to see at least one episode.





Midterm Madness

When I got to my office this morning (early, I might add), I already had two messages from one client who was scheduled for court today.  I already had her file on my desk, so I was pretty familiar with it, and I was prepared to see her in court.

I've only met this client once before, right after she was arrested.  At the time, she was quite angry.  But sometimes clients are, understandably, most angry right after they're arrested, but then they calm down a little over time.

If I understood her right (and she's a little hard to understand, she's an angry mumbler, with a lot of "you knows" to things that I, in fact, don't know), her anger was based on, basically, a false defense.  This happens from time to time.  A client believes that they have a defense based on some urban legend or falsehood.  Kind of like the they-didn't-read-me-my-right-so-the-case-will-be-dismissed defense, which is based on a legal urban legend, but these are directed toward the facts of the case.  It's hard for me to explain, without just coming out and spilling her "defense," but I'll give an example.  It's like if a client was arrested for having an open container, and his defense was "But it was in a brown paper bag."  I guess there's some common misconception that having the bottle in a brown paper bag makes it legal.  It doesn't.  It just makes it easier for an easy-going cop to ignore but it wouldn't make a judge dismiss the case or make a jury find you not guilty (you don't get a jury for an open container case, but you see my point).

So, this client has one of these false defenses.  I explained to her that it was false but, at arraignments at least, she was very resistant to hearing it from me.  Like I said, she was very angry, and she really believed (falsely) that she was arrested without cause and that she had not done anything wrong.  Seeing as how she and I were on shaky ground already (basically, she was screaming at me) I decided it wasn't so important to disabuse her of that notion immediately, as I figured I could always bring it up again in a later conversation.  In fact, she had been offered a pretty good plea bargain at arraignments, which she probably should have taken considering she doesn't really have a defense, but she was really too angry and too convinced of her false defense to even consider it.  I was hoping that I'd have a chance to talk to her again, maybe today, before the offer was off the table. 

But I digress.  I came in, and I had two messages from her. 

So, I called her, and she told me, "I can't come to court today, I have a funeral to go to."  I said, "I'm very sorry to hear that.  I'll ask the judge to give you a new court date.  The judge might want proof that you were at a funeral, so you might as well see if you can get something while you're there today."  She said, "Ok."  I told her that I'd call her back later with the new court date.  As we were getting off the phone, I thought that it might be more persuasive to tell the judge whose funeral it was, so I asked, "Oh, by the way, who is the funeral for?"  She said "My sister."   I said again, "I'm very sorry to hear that.  I'll tell the judge and I'll call you back with your new court date."  And we got off the phone.

About five minutes later, my phone rang, and it was her again.  She doesn't introduce herself or anything, I just recognize her voice (and no one else was calling me this early.)  She just said "I have a midterm today."  I was confused, perhaps she had a midterm and a funeral to go to... maybe it wasn't the same client and I was just confused... maybe she wanted me to get her excused not only from court but also from her midterm?  So I asked, "Do you have a funeral to go to?"  And she said "No, I have a midterm," kind of argumentatively or defensively.  Again, I didn't really want to argue with her, so I said, "Ok, then, I'll tell the judge you have a midterm. I'll call you back to let you know what happens."  She said, "Ok," and hung up.

After that I got up to go to the copy machine and to fax something.  I ran into a colleague in the hallway and chatted for a minute.  As I walked back to my desk, I was thinking to myself that it was a little weird that this client would make up a fake sister's funeral just so that she could go take a midterm, but, hey, I guess I've been lied to about weirder things.

When I got back to my desk, I had a voice mail.  It was her again, again no introduction, and all the message said was, "You know what?   This is fucking bull shit.  I'm so fucking tired of this shit. [Mind you, she hasn't even come back to court once yet.] You know that I got locked up for no reason, you know that I didn't do anything wrong, you know that I [insert lame and useless defense here.]  You need to meet me half way!"  And that was it.  That was the entire message.

I tried to call her back.  It rang and rang, and then her outgoing message said something like "You know I don't want to talk to you.  Leave a message, maybe I'll call you back, maybe I won't.  The whole world is out to get me anyway." 

So, um, do you think she really had a midterm today?  





TV, my great escape

1.  I was thinking of quitting Greek at the end of the season like I quit The Secret Life.  I was disappointed when Jordan moved away.  What happened there?  Rusty & Jordan were so cute together and then she just moves away?  But, after last week's episode...

(it's not a spoiler if it aired more than a week ago)...

with the Casey & Cappy kiss at the end, Greek, I know I can't quit you.  I haven't even watched the finale yet because I'm looking forward to savoring it.

2.  Best show ever?  Man Shops Globe.  I can't think of anything that better combines my loves of travel shows and explorative shopping.  Keith Johnson has my dream job.  Being flown to Turkey to shop the bazaar for inspirational pieces?  I can only imagine. 

3.  Has anyone watched Pawn Stars on the History channel yet?  I just saw a commercial and it looked interesting, so I'm going to be setting up the Tivo for this one. 

Any other good TV shows I'm missing?





Can You Hear Me Now?

Ok, people who couldn't get Blonde Justice working before...  Can you see it now? 

If so, much thanks for my friend windypundit.  If not, well, we're going to have more work to do.





Frustration

Ok, so, Blogger has this whole "new template" thing.   I've tried switching to the new template thing, but I think it looks so crowded and ugly, that it makes me not want to use it.  So, stick with the old template then, right?  But when I do, it can't be viewed in Internet Explorer, apparently.  I've tried it, it does this whole weird blinking re-loading thing.  And lots of people use IE.  So, I'm frustrated and avoiding doing anything with it, and that's why I haven't posted anything.  So, there's the explanation, without any sort of solution.





The Penalty for Blogging

Sometimes people ask me if it would really be that bad if I got outed as Blonde Justice. I don't know, I try to be pretty careful, I don't name names, I change details of stories to protect others' privacy and confidentiality but still convey my experiences.

This story in the NY Times last week, though, reminded me just how important staying anonymous is, A Legal Battle for Lawyers - Online Attitude vs. Rules of the Bar:

But Mr. Conway is a lawyer. And unlike millions of other online hotheads, he found himself hauled up before the Florida bar, which in April issued a reprimand and a fine for his intemperate blog post...

That penalty is light compared with the price paid by Kristine A. Peshek, a lawyer in Illinois who lost her job as an assistant public defender after 19 years of service over blog postings and who now faces disciplinary hearings as well.
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