My daughter got her first summons a week after she turned 18.
Me too. But Iād probably get insta-dropped as soon as they started voire dire.
Theyād end up sounding far too stiltoned.
I was summoned last year. Had to postpone a holiday for it. Then I was never chosen. Previous cases over ran, so people summoned my week were just told not to turn up. I was quite looking forward to it after that.
Last time I was called for jury duty I was nearly picked. But because that week I had tried starting to do odd jobs on Amazonās āMechanical Turkā service, I listed my job on the paperwork as āmechanical turkeyā, which somebody noticed and asked me about. I had to explain to a room of about sixty people just what being a mechanical turkey was all about.
They told me that they did not want to trouble me further, since it sounded like I had a more important job. XD
Only got called once, and I was more than happy to go. Spent four hours in the waiting room, with scheduled breaks every hour to go get Dunkin Donuts next door, before they told us the case had settled and we could all go home. sad trombone
I got called up and selected but then bounced out when it turned out I knew the defendant and stated clearly that I had very good reason to believe he was a crook.
Seems like Iām full of unpopular opinions today.
Correcting the use of language through nationality as in āThis is 'straya, we donāt call people Mom, itās Mumā is the āacceptableā face of bigotry.
And related - spelling or grammar corrections (their/theyāre/there for example) is an exercise in educational or mental-health privilege and should be done rarely and with great care.
I got called in on a wrongful death suit. They were very light on details but the moment I figured out this one was about a shaken-baby-syndrome death, I recused myself and hightailed it out of there.
Iāve been called up a few times, but never had to serve until last fall. It was a slowish time at work so I decided not to postpone. I spoke up a fair amount and asked plenty of questions, and I thought Iād get dismissed as a smartypants, but somehow I got selected. So I dove into the trial, pretty early on got sufficiently convinced that he was guiltyguiltyguilty, and eventually recommended Hizzoner throw the book at him.
Defendant was an asshat (though plaintiff was no prize either), but defense counsel were the most hilariously inept ambulance chasers Iāve ever seen plastered on a bus-stop bench. They were a pair, a gent in a cartoonishly ill-fitting suit with a balding mullet, coke-bottle glasses, and a Don-Knotts-on-quaaludes personality, and a woman who spent so many agonizing minutes shrieking about reasonable doubt at full nails-on-blackboard volume that the judge twice had to ask her to tone it down while we in the jury box stuffed our earlobes into our ears. I kinda felt bad for the defendant that his representation was so piss-poor, but what the hell: he beat up the old guy, so he kinda had it coming.
It was also kinda weird that the judge recognized one of us jurors from his church congregation, but didnāt feel the need to recuse him. I guess that was okay, since neither of 'em knew any other party in the trial.
I was most annoyed by the fact that the defendantās loss of temper not only (slightly) injured the old guy, but also wasted a full week out of the lives of everyone in that courtroom. Lunchbreaks were⦠leisurely, like two hours long, and we typically got released in the midafternoon, so the actual time spent in the courtroom was reasonably short, but still⦠Iām not anxious to do it again anytime soon.
Even the original Muppet Movie? I agree thereās been a lot of crap released under the Muppet name, but really?
What can I say? I hate the Kermit/Piggy dynamic. I find it tired and boring. But I love Gonzo, and Prof Honeydew and Beaker. And I love Michael Caineās performance.
As per your username, I guess you are also from Wisconsin, but the Upper Northeast is really into these glorified insects. I have a background in evolutionary biology. And the standard format for an evolutionary tree is called the āNewick formatā. Thatās because it was defined at at a meeting at a branch of the Newick lobster restaurants.
Nickelback has a couple pretty good songs.
Science fiction isnāt all that important as a genre.
Olives are fucking disgusting.
I-⦠I donāt think I know you. I donāt think Iāve ever known you.
This again? Capers right? Totally cool with capers, but not olives?
When the entrenched Olivegarchy stops forcing those nasty fuckers down my throat Iāll stop complaining.
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Oh, you know me, Iāll never stop complaining.
My wifeās been at you, hasnāt she?
All my nieces and nephews join me in sticking little pitted black olives on the tips of all ten fingers and battering you two with our little black boxing gloves until you surrender to reality and beg to eat those deeeelicious little black boogers right off our fingertips.