Actually, I already know that’s not going to happen. You know why? Because weather.com says that the high and low for 12/21 are 68 and 51 deg F in Sugar Land, and they are always right. Those can’t be doomsday temperatures, can they? 🙂
The whole thing is really more of flipping a cycle in the mayan calendar, sort of like going from 9,999 to 10,000. I think. Read the links above. I don’t have time, I’ve got too much to do in the next 9 days.
It seems that even selecting a jury in Fort Bend county takes longer than can be done before lunch. I had a deceptively filling steak burrito at a local mexican place, and then decided to spend the remaining 60 of my 90 minute lunch walking around historic Richmond. I noticed an Italian place serving Osso Bucco! Darn, too bad I already ate. Now I almost want to be on the jury so I can go back there as well as another popular looking place or two.
I had the misfortune of walking into a gift shop with a confectionery, and thus walked out with two pieces of peanut butter fudge. Sitting on the bench in the cool afternoon tasting the peanutty treat with the sun on my face really made my day.
I got back to the courtroom with 30 minutes to spare, and I noticed that the jury chairs are nice, padded, blue leather chairs. Did I mention that they recline? I’m dead meat after lunch if I am on the jury!
I wonder if it’s OK to have a margarita with lunch? Needless to say, I didn’t get selected, so I won’t get the opportunity… It’s probably also not a good idea to do so during jury days, but having one on the jury selection day can’t hurt! Just don’t get sloshed. *wink wink*
Interesting note: they pay $40 / day if you are selected on the jury, but not for the jury selection. I guess that’s sort of the consolation prize for those who have to return the next day.
Have you ever stayed up way too late and dreaded getting up in the morning? (Of course you have, that’s a silly question) Every now and then, in my waking stupor I seem to get the idea that I have this amazing alarm clock.
This morning when it “woke” me, I automatically hit the snooze button in my sleep and wishful dreaming kicked in. Somehow I got the idea that my alarm clock would monitor the time and come up with just the right excuse for me to give my boss on why I missed work that day. But wait, there’s more! Not only would it do the work of coming up with the right excuse, it also would communicate it to my boss via email as well! All official-sounding and stuff. Nothing more for me to do but sleep in. This turned out to be my dream’s downfall, however, because I realized not that my clock didn’t have the capability to come up with all of this, but that it did not have an internet connection and would not be able to send the email… nor had I configured an SMTP server for it. (dagnabbit! Why did I forget to do that!?)
Sometimes the basic points are the things to pay attention to, i guess. The funny thing is this is nowhere near the first time I’ve dreamed about my “special” alarm clock!
Did you know that the month of September got short-changed 11 days in the year 1752? Yep, you went to bed on Wednesday, September 2, and woke up on Thursday, September 14! This is because of reorganizing the Gregorian calendar or some such. Mindless trivia, I guess. It’s neat to see that the computer relays it nicely:
August 1752 September 1752 October 1752
S M Tu W Th F S S M Tu W Th F S S M Tu W Th F S
1 1 2 14 15 16 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
2 3 4 5 6 7 8 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 8 9 10 11 12 13 14
9 10 11 12 13 14 15 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 15 16 17 18 19 20 21
16 17 18 19 20 21 22 22 23 24 25 26 27 28
23 24 25 26 27 28 29 29 30 31