Love Lifts the Curse
Apr. 22nd, 2015 10:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyI offer you this sentence from today's local paper:
Defence counsel Glenn Casement said ... after a raid by fisheries officers, Robinson’s wife left him and his client realised he had no future in the fishing industry.
Anyone wanting to write a tragedy, there's a story for you.
Walking to work this morning, I passed a man with a clipboard saying to a group of teenagers standing around him, "Look at this junction box placed so close to that one over there. That means that the street has been modified at some point." I was tempted to stay and find out what else I could learn about the street, but they moved around the corner.
Last night I saw an episode of one of the Law and Orders (Laws and Orders?). There were three men on trial for an especially heinous crime, and while giving evidence, one of the witnesses confessed to also being involved. So at the end of the episode, the lawyers were having their little chat about the case, and revealed that the three accused were found guilty and sentenced to however many years, and the witness who confessed got one year. That's not how it works, is it? You can't just confess to a crime you haven't been charged with, then get sentenced. Wouldn't the witness have to go through his own process?
I finally packed up the cat bowls, toys and brushes in a box last night and stored them in the cat carrier in the garage. I haven't had the heart to do it before. My mum is taking all the tins and unopened bags of dry food to one of her friends (for her cat, presumably, not herself), and I'm soaking a handful of the opened dry food in water each night and leaving it out for the birds. I thought that was the end of it, but I had an email from my friendly local supermarket this morning. They thought I might be interested to know that some of the things I buy often are on sale this week. First, toilet paper... yes, I'll own up to buying that on a regular basis. Second, Dijon mustard... well, I suppose. Do I really buy that much Dijon mustard, Coles? So much that your system has me down as some sort of Dijon mustard freak? Okay then. And third, Kangaroo Snackers Cat Treats. Oh no, Coles, not any more.
Defence counsel Glenn Casement said ... after a raid by fisheries officers, Robinson’s wife left him and his client realised he had no future in the fishing industry.
Anyone wanting to write a tragedy, there's a story for you.
Walking to work this morning, I passed a man with a clipboard saying to a group of teenagers standing around him, "Look at this junction box placed so close to that one over there. That means that the street has been modified at some point." I was tempted to stay and find out what else I could learn about the street, but they moved around the corner.
Last night I saw an episode of one of the Law and Orders (Laws and Orders?). There were three men on trial for an especially heinous crime, and while giving evidence, one of the witnesses confessed to also being involved. So at the end of the episode, the lawyers were having their little chat about the case, and revealed that the three accused were found guilty and sentenced to however many years, and the witness who confessed got one year. That's not how it works, is it? You can't just confess to a crime you haven't been charged with, then get sentenced. Wouldn't the witness have to go through his own process?
I finally packed up the cat bowls, toys and brushes in a box last night and stored them in the cat carrier in the garage. I haven't had the heart to do it before. My mum is taking all the tins and unopened bags of dry food to one of her friends (for her cat, presumably, not herself), and I'm soaking a handful of the opened dry food in water each night and leaving it out for the birds. I thought that was the end of it, but I had an email from my friendly local supermarket this morning. They thought I might be interested to know that some of the things I buy often are on sale this week. First, toilet paper... yes, I'll own up to buying that on a regular basis. Second, Dijon mustard... well, I suppose. Do I really buy that much Dijon mustard, Coles? So much that your system has me down as some sort of Dijon mustard freak? Okay then. And third, Kangaroo Snackers Cat Treats. Oh no, Coles, not any more.