Things to Do When You're Unemployed
When you're gainfully unemployed, you have the luxury of considering options you never dreamed of before. Like sleeping until 11 a.m.. Or watching the entire process of "Future Man", the baby Ball Python that resides in our crowded Santa Monica bungalow, strangle and consume, and digest a mouse whole. Or, watching the media continue to metaphorically pick clean the bones of Michael Jackson at a trial involving his dispute with a former porn king.
http://www.mercurynews.com/mld/mercurynews/news/breaking_news/14923344.htm
I decided to take a walk on the beach today (another luxury of unemployment) and thought I'd peek my head in at the Santa Monica courthouse to see the circus. But, by the time I strolled by, everyone had evacuated. The only leftover sights was signs designating Media Parking, and strangely enough, a section near the courthouse steps roped off because of "bees." Yep, there was a sign that said "Beware Bees" with a little picture of cartoon bees for emphasis. The first thing that occured to me was that Michael Jackson arrived with an entourage of Killer Bees for protection and that instead of his usual gilded veils, he'd be wearing a garish beekeeper suit.
But alas, according to the article, Michael Jackson was busy chillin at his house in Bahrain. Doing whatever it is Bahrainians do.
What's perhaps most ridiculous about this case though, is what could be called the Jay Leno factor. MJ, of course, has been late night talk show joke fodder for what seems like a decade. The following is a direct quote from the above quoted article:
"At one point, a retired nurse on the panel said she had met Jackson when she worked at a hospital where he came after his hair caught on fire during a commercial shoot.
When you're gainfully unemployed, you have the luxury of considering options you never dreamed of before. Like sleeping until 11 a.m.. Or watching the entire process of "Future Man", the baby Ball Python that resides in our crowded Santa Monica bungalow, strangle and consume, and digest a mouse whole. Or, watching the media continue to metaphorically pick clean the bones of Michael Jackson at a trial involving his dispute with a former porn king.
http://www.mercurynews.com/mld/mercurynews/news/breaking_news/14923344.htm
I decided to take a walk on the beach today (another luxury of unemployment) and thought I'd peek my head in at the Santa Monica courthouse to see the circus. But, by the time I strolled by, everyone had evacuated. The only leftover sights was signs designating Media Parking, and strangely enough, a section near the courthouse steps roped off because of "bees." Yep, there was a sign that said "Beware Bees" with a little picture of cartoon bees for emphasis. The first thing that occured to me was that Michael Jackson arrived with an entourage of Killer Bees for protection and that instead of his usual gilded veils, he'd be wearing a garish beekeeper suit.
But alas, according to the article, Michael Jackson was busy chillin at his house in Bahrain. Doing whatever it is Bahrainians do.
I would of liked to have seen the beekeeper suit.
What's perhaps most ridiculous about this case though, is what could be called the Jay Leno factor. MJ, of course, has been late night talk show joke fodder for what seems like a decade. The following is a direct quote from the above quoted article:
"At one point, a retired nurse on the panel said she had met Jackson when she worked at a hospital where he came after his hair caught on fire during a commercial shoot.
As for her impressions of him, she said: "He was wonderful with the kids."
The entire audience of prospective jurors burst into laughter."
Counsel, your witness.
