Ahhh, the irony of it all. Working on my briefs in my very own little sweatshop over Labor Day weekend.



Some will say someone should pay for this outrage. Don’t worry, someone will. And with the little camera taking one picture each and every minute as I did the work, let someone try and challenge this billing record. Ha!

I’ve given up trying to reach people for work related things. They’ve all run for their various favorite hiding spots. Fortunately I live in one of the best hiding spots I’ve ever known. Next week the tourists will think that summer’s over and the kids will go back to school, and with the crowds diminished and the parking easier I’ll be spending more time in salt water and less in chlorinated water. For a few more weeks I might not even need a wetsuit. For now, I’m starting the holiday weekend by celebrating the letter X. I’m celebrating the Xs two at a time.

The day just keeps getting better and better. Did some work for law clients. Took some beach and coastline pictures for some pending web projects. Had some great rides bodyboarding at Torrey Pines. Drinking a wonderful strawberry-pineapple smoothie right now. Getting ready for the firm’s mandatory poolside siesta. Hasta luego.

Rude awakening. I was going over my stats for this site this morning, reviewing the normal routine but slightly perverted things people type to get here. It’s usually good for a laugh or two. Sometime last night someone typed the phrase “Organizing a law firm” into their search engine of choice. I was a tad curious, since I kinda thought this site would be more of a “How not to…” Woohoo – we’re number six. Poor misguided fools. But just out of curiosity, if anyone reading this has any opinions about what this site does show “How to…” well, I could use the ego boost. I’ll post the best.

Man shoots friend over ‘wedgie’: How many ways is this just really messed up?
1. Why does the headline editor think these two are friends?
2. When your attorney is quoted as saying “All I can say is my client is going through therapy,” is this a good thing?
3. Just how bad did that wedgie hurt to warrant carrying a grudge for two months?
*shudder*

Starting point: If you ask a stupid question, you’ll get a stupid answer.

More than 70,000 fans of the “Star Wars” movies have upset Australia’s statistics agency by identifying their religion as “Jedi” during last year’s national census.

But talk about bureaucrats avoiding responsibility for their actions. They decided to toss out these responses and just categorize the responses of Jedi faithful as “not defined.”

I was a bit surprised at the high number of adherants since I thought the Jedi faithful had been on the decline in recent years, even though I still see way too much evidence of the similar cult created by Roddenberry and Paramount in the 1960s that continues to grow (dare I say live and prosper?). I wonder what their numbers were in the poll.

Mood: mellow
Music: Chet Baker, The Pacific Jazz Years, Disk 1
Shoes: somewhere across the room
Substance: Maui Mountain Home Grown coffee, in the X-Files coffee cup.
Work: A little light drafting and catching-up before the end of the billing cycle.

That’s enough work for a while. Time to read the other blogs. Read about sex. Read about cops enticing strippers into doing too much. Read about sexy talk (and more) in a nucear reactor. Denise wrote it all up. Go read it on her blog.

See, I do work. I’m wearing a shirt with buttons and everything. *checks* Yep, everything.

I’m typing on the computer. I’m filing the e-mails in the little e-bins. I’m thinking of instituting a premium rate for billable hours spent wearing shoes with my new clients. Existing clients get shoes for free. A lawyer I used to work for billed extra for court appearances. Court appearances would probably be covered by a shoe-premium, but it would also catch meetings that aren’t at beachfront restaurants and having to leave casa on bad weather days. Shoes are uncomfortable. I don’t like shoes. Living in San Diego, but for my profession, I’d never have to wear shoes again. Why can’t men get away with open-toed sandles as part of their business attire? (Damn sexist system keeping us down). Maybe we need a test case.

The joys of pet guardianship: realizing I now have a pocketful of freshly-laundered dog biscuits. Why do cargo shorts have so many pockets, and obviously more than I can check when trying to do a quick load of laundry early in the morning? Somehow I’m not seeing this as boding well for the rest of the week.