Well there comes a time you have to follow through to maintain your street cred. Don't try this at a court house near you. I was lucky. I walked out, and I was not held in contempt.
This has been a very difficult situation, I stand to loose everything I built in the 15 years prior to marriage. And I'm not speaking hypothetically, I mean a real high risk. Since I've already lost my family and most of my time with my son, that would be the crowning blow.
It is very depressing, high anxiety, high stress, added to an existing sleep disorder causing erratic sleep (as any who ever watched my post times can tell), which in turn aggravates the rest. Adverse effects from a recent medication change topped off the list.
As I sat there getting more stressed, more adverse side effects (akin to a severe hangover, with heart palpitations). The judge called us in to say the chance for settlement was slim, he'd give us two more hours to solve this two year old problem (don't want to be late for dinner) and then he'd declare a Phase III trial for an additional cost of at least $50K each with a majority going to me.
As usual opposition had increased their demands substantially not only reneging on prior verbal agreements, but even reneging on court orders (I think you call that contempt). I was given 15 minutes to decide.
I walked out of the court to the shock and dismay of the opposition. My lawyer quickly followed. I said to my lawyer I told you this morning that I am having a medical problem, I have told you I will not play this last minute game, I will not allow the court to place a cold barrel on my temple and be forced to decide the rest of my life in 15 minutes when this twisted game has been going on for 2 years. I am leaving the courthouse to maintain my health, I'd rather spend time in jail than in a hospital so you explain it to the judge. He asked me to wait a few minutes while he spoke to the judge, he came out and said we were continued until Monday.
I've got to repeat, that was a dangerous move.
This will give me time for a two pronged response. Research all the original commitments and how they were broken to push the agreement back to where it should be and to collect all the misdeeds of each court officer.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Game Day Details
12:30 – T + 2 hours So I’m still waiting like an asshole in the hall, just like we agreed we would not do. I was threatened not to be a minute late but opposing counsel sauntered in 45 min late. It’s late enough now where the judge is probably is going to break for lunch while we wait in the hall. Meanwhile the meter is running hundreds per hour going down the drain.
Well don’t allow it, you don’t get a choice, I tried to have it rescheduled so we wouldn’t sit & waste time just to find out the changes are too large to deal with today. I asked that the judge simply make the decision on whether to continue to allow opposition to make changes.
Instead my lawyer is going to ask for a trial, that’s another $50K in litigation. I said I just want you to ask the judge to reinstruct the opposition on the settlement process the judge outlined four months ago.
But lawyers never pick the easy common sense approach.
Finally at 1:30 the judge calls us in. The settlement is moving further apart instead of closer. I wonder if he noticed that my position hadn’t changed from his recommendations that I thought we were both obligated to accept, despite that I personally thought they were unfair to me.
At 2:00 the lawyers call us in and the hired bitch tries to be oh so proper in her best manipulative actress voice. I’m thinking of the same thing I say to my wife, “Save it for Hollywood, don’t waste it on me.”
Pressure is mounting, I can no longer play this game, I’m going to gamble, I’m going to lay it all on the line.
2:30 T + 4 hours I walk to elevator and leave, I have the new settlement agreement in my case, I did not look at it, and I won't until later.
Well don’t allow it, you don’t get a choice, I tried to have it rescheduled so we wouldn’t sit & waste time just to find out the changes are too large to deal with today. I asked that the judge simply make the decision on whether to continue to allow opposition to make changes.
Instead my lawyer is going to ask for a trial, that’s another $50K in litigation. I said I just want you to ask the judge to reinstruct the opposition on the settlement process the judge outlined four months ago.
But lawyers never pick the easy common sense approach.
Finally at 1:30 the judge calls us in. The settlement is moving further apart instead of closer. I wonder if he noticed that my position hadn’t changed from his recommendations that I thought we were both obligated to accept, despite that I personally thought they were unfair to me.
At 2:00 the lawyers call us in and the hired bitch tries to be oh so proper in her best manipulative actress voice. I’m thinking of the same thing I say to my wife, “Save it for Hollywood, don’t waste it on me.”
Pressure is mounting, I can no longer play this game, I’m going to gamble, I’m going to lay it all on the line.
2:30 T + 4 hours I walk to elevator and leave, I have the new settlement agreement in my case, I did not look at it, and I won't until later.
Game Day T-2
and shit hits the fan
So what else is new. Same fuckin game, oh it will be better this time. No it won't.
She made major changes to the settlement agreement that the judge said was acceptable.
I had said I will entertain her no longer and will not appear. My lawyer threatened me. I was unmoved so he had his senior partner threaten me. The threat is immediate seizure of my assets, contempt of court initiated by my own counsel (friendly fire?) and sanctions, fines, and jail time.
The crime, not following the advice of counsel. Punishable without due process, without a jury.
These God-like creatures really get testy if you don't worship the ground they walk on.
I'll post again when and if I'm able.
So what else is new. Same fuckin game, oh it will be better this time. No it won't.
She made major changes to the settlement agreement that the judge said was acceptable.
I had said I will entertain her no longer and will not appear. My lawyer threatened me. I was unmoved so he had his senior partner threaten me. The threat is immediate seizure of my assets, contempt of court initiated by my own counsel (friendly fire?) and sanctions, fines, and jail time.
The crime, not following the advice of counsel. Punishable without due process, without a jury.
These God-like creatures really get testy if you don't worship the ground they walk on.
I'll post again when and if I'm able.
Game Day T-4 Hours
As I get closer to the court time, and reviewing & preparing for the "final" Trial Date, I am becoming aware of even more (end) games that are being played, with increasing stakes. I plan to reveal these games in detail, how to detect them, when they're played, and how bad they can hurt you. I wish I had a silver bullet to offer too. But you can be sure, I'll be trying my hardest to offer some type of advice or insight on repelling these games.
I've reviewed key recordings. I'm gathering my response. It will be in the form or motions with attached sworn affidavits. People won't me happy with my lasst minute submission. As I told my lawyer, there's no amount of sugar to make this turd taste any better than a turd, he keeps trying to sugar coat it to placate me, it's transparent and demeaning. Well, I try to practice what I preach, so the turd I have for them is fresh and with no sugar coating attempt.
I won't entertain any feigned surprise or ignorance defense, the issues I raise, I've raised so many times, even I'm tired of them. But they are extremely important and have been dealt with extremely unsatisfactorily.
Only a few hours sleep before I got up after midnoght and started working again. thought I'd have a chance for more sleep, but I doubt it. This is so aggravating, so slow, so futile going up against a rigged game. But nothing ventured, nothing gained. So I'm pushing, pushing, to the the very end. Winning would be miraculous, making so difference is within reach.
I've reviewed key recordings. I'm gathering my response. It will be in the form or motions with attached sworn affidavits. People won't me happy with my lasst minute submission. As I told my lawyer, there's no amount of sugar to make this turd taste any better than a turd, he keeps trying to sugar coat it to placate me, it's transparent and demeaning. Well, I try to practice what I preach, so the turd I have for them is fresh and with no sugar coating attempt.
I won't entertain any feigned surprise or ignorance defense, the issues I raise, I've raised so many times, even I'm tired of them. But they are extremely important and have been dealt with extremely unsatisfactorily.
Only a few hours sleep before I got up after midnoght and started working again. thought I'd have a chance for more sleep, but I doubt it. This is so aggravating, so slow, so futile going up against a rigged game. But nothing ventured, nothing gained. So I'm pushing, pushing, to the the very end. Winning would be miraculous, making so difference is within reach.
Monday, May 07, 2007
Game Day T-12 Hours
Well I called up the senior partner, but pussy beat me to it, he caught the senior partner at the door, confessed, accepted responsibility for mistreating the client and received absolution. Oh and they'll take me to lunch at a nice place just to say they're sorry.
Well I can buy my own lunches (no thanks to the games they play freezing my money), my point is why did I loose ground on the WTF day, why was opposing counsel allowed to extort me into signing the parenting plan agreement by threatening to withhold Christmas visitation, why is this $5K case going to $100K, who's running the show and why isn't anybody getting it under control?
I asked the senior partner why they were so cavalier with my money, he didn't understand, I said, oh like giving me all the Guardian fees when that was worked out as 50/50 in advance, and making math errors. What? He hadn't heard that one. I guess my lawyer thought I was going to let that slide. Well it's fixed right? On his paper, do you think the hired bitch is going to accept his math error that is against her without question or complaint? That would be a first.
New Games. Several new games, no time for details now, will have to post after tomorrow.
I had fun with my son. Then back to this grind. Sprinting to who knows what...
Well I can buy my own lunches (no thanks to the games they play freezing my money), my point is why did I loose ground on the WTF day, why was opposing counsel allowed to extort me into signing the parenting plan agreement by threatening to withhold Christmas visitation, why is this $5K case going to $100K, who's running the show and why isn't anybody getting it under control?
I asked the senior partner why they were so cavalier with my money, he didn't understand, I said, oh like giving me all the Guardian fees when that was worked out as 50/50 in advance, and making math errors. What? He hadn't heard that one. I guess my lawyer thought I was going to let that slide. Well it's fixed right? On his paper, do you think the hired bitch is going to accept his math error that is against her without question or complaint? That would be a first.
New Games. Several new games, no time for details now, will have to post after tomorrow.
I had fun with my son. Then back to this grind. Sprinting to who knows what...
Game Day T-30 Hours
Got to decide about dropping the bomb on my lawyer. My thought is if I drop it on his boss, maybe he'll step up to the plate, and that would be good. Or he could get defensive and that would be bad. It depends on his principles. Classically trained in law, one wonders why I could possibly assume that he'd have any principles. Maybe I'm a sucker for wanting the best from people, that would explain marrying my wife wouldn't it.
Well I guess I'll go with my gut and let the shrapnel fly where it may. For every rant and warning I've listed here, I've delivered five times that to the potential victims. One has to wonder how many times you need to ask politely, beg, demand, threaten, and scream to be heard by this deaf, dumb, blind, dysfunctional and cruel system.
Got lot's of equipment buzzing, PC/Ext Drive, Laptop/USB Drive/DVD Burner all transferring files at top speed. Multiple backups of all divorce files. All divorce files loading to laptop - case files, recordings, correspondence. Loading software tools, file snyc'ers/explorers/bookmarks.
My laptop has a widescreen and is great for playing DVDs. Since the judge abhors talking to common folk and has allocated 2 minutes for the divorce out of the 9-18 hours in the courthouse, maybe I should bring some DVDs to watch while I'm waiting in the hall like an asshole while 2 lawyers who don't like me argue before the judge about how badly they should screw me. I was thinking of an appropriate genre to get me in the right mood - 12 Angry Men, Runaway Jury, stuff related to the corrupt system.
Minds a buzzing, for two years of crap, so many open issues, such shoddy work. Just because you have a $200-300 per hour lawyer doesn't mean you can't find better info in a $20-30 book. In fact future posts will show you what and where I found info that should be in my $100K divorce and wasn't.
Well I guess I'll go with my gut and let the shrapnel fly where it may. For every rant and warning I've listed here, I've delivered five times that to the potential victims. One has to wonder how many times you need to ask politely, beg, demand, threaten, and scream to be heard by this deaf, dumb, blind, dysfunctional and cruel system.
Got lot's of equipment buzzing, PC/Ext Drive, Laptop/USB Drive/DVD Burner all transferring files at top speed. Multiple backups of all divorce files. All divorce files loading to laptop - case files, recordings, correspondence. Loading software tools, file snyc'ers/explorers/bookmarks.
My laptop has a widescreen and is great for playing DVDs. Since the judge abhors talking to common folk and has allocated 2 minutes for the divorce out of the 9-18 hours in the courthouse, maybe I should bring some DVDs to watch while I'm waiting in the hall like an asshole while 2 lawyers who don't like me argue before the judge about how badly they should screw me. I was thinking of an appropriate genre to get me in the right mood - 12 Angry Men, Runaway Jury, stuff related to the corrupt system.
Minds a buzzing, for two years of crap, so many open issues, such shoddy work. Just because you have a $200-300 per hour lawyer doesn't mean you can't find better info in a $20-30 book. In fact future posts will show you what and where I found info that should be in my $100K divorce and wasn't.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Don't pull a Kim on me...
For the last few days, my wife has been "forgetting" the court ordered phone access. I sit around waiting for the call. Then after 30 minutes, I call her cell, no answer. Then maybe an hour late, I hear from my son, but its time for bed and he can't talk long.
Uh, hey wife, you aren't Kim, and I know that you don't think I'm Alec, so what's with the new game? Did your hired bitch suggest this one as a pre-trial strategy? Or did you come up with it all by yourself?
So you and your hired bitch are so cock sure you can get away with shit that you violate two court orders in the last four days. Well, reasonable assertion given my pussy's (lawyer's) lackluster performance. Did you forget that I know how to write a motion to show cause? Did you forget I got a lawyer fired for cause in chambers on the spot? Of course you don't know about my "Fuck you" recording that should be a pretty compelling reason to call my lawyer's advocacy into question. I'll just sit on that egg for a day and a half.
Update: I get a call an hour late, he should be going to bed soon. He tells me he's almost leaving his grandmother's house, 60 miles away. So I guess he'll be getting an hour less sleep for school tomorrow. My visitation was reduced so he could get more sleep. Both in the BIC, of course.
Uh, hey wife, you aren't Kim, and I know that you don't think I'm Alec, so what's with the new game? Did your hired bitch suggest this one as a pre-trial strategy? Or did you come up with it all by yourself?
So you and your hired bitch are so cock sure you can get away with shit that you violate two court orders in the last four days. Well, reasonable assertion given my pussy's (lawyer's) lackluster performance. Did you forget that I know how to write a motion to show cause? Did you forget I got a lawyer fired for cause in chambers on the spot? Of course you don't know about my "Fuck you" recording that should be a pretty compelling reason to call my lawyer's advocacy into question. I'll just sit on that egg for a day and a half.
Update: I get a call an hour late, he should be going to bed soon. He tells me he's almost leaving his grandmother's house, 60 miles away. So I guess he'll be getting an hour less sleep for school tomorrow. My visitation was reduced so he could get more sleep. Both in the BIC, of course.
You better not call
Time will tell, I know opposing counsel wants to do last minute BS. That's what Friday's call was about. My lawyer's game is going to be to ignore her and force her to argue in front of the judge who's going to (pretend to) wonder why this discussion hasn't taken place earlier.
If he follows that strategy it will put pressure on the opposition that she will not like. If it works, I won't be bothered during my Monday visitation. If not, my lawyer will be calling me to do some last minute negotiation. I will tell him to call back at 9pm or 8am (no Trial Day).
Now the judge pretends not to be happy about this, but it will give the opposition another opportunity to vet some new issue to him where I may loose. If he truly was unhappy with this he'd simply bang his gavel and say time's up, you had 7 Trial Dates, multiple lawyers' conferences and a dozen pre-trial dates on which to bring things to my attention. Show me why this could not have been brought up earlier, seeing no valid reason, judgment against Plaintiff.
But judges, or at least this one in particular, can have a cozy relationship with lawyers who frequently practice before them. Too cozy. Conflict of Interest Cozy.
I am coming to the conclusion, her lawyer isn't that great, the system is that bad. It allows her to get away with it. She could be challenged, she could be slowed down, she could be stopped, but only if someone speaks up, and no one in the courtroom has done that, except when I did and was ejected for it.
So after over 2 years, don't call me the day before the trial and interrupt my restricted visitation with your last minute bullshit, especially since you told me "Fuck You" and hung up on me Friday and said "you had plans". Well asshole, so do I.
If he follows that strategy it will put pressure on the opposition that she will not like. If it works, I won't be bothered during my Monday visitation. If not, my lawyer will be calling me to do some last minute negotiation. I will tell him to call back at 9pm or 8am (no Trial Day).
Now the judge pretends not to be happy about this, but it will give the opposition another opportunity to vet some new issue to him where I may loose. If he truly was unhappy with this he'd simply bang his gavel and say time's up, you had 7 Trial Dates, multiple lawyers' conferences and a dozen pre-trial dates on which to bring things to my attention. Show me why this could not have been brought up earlier, seeing no valid reason, judgment against Plaintiff.
But judges, or at least this one in particular, can have a cozy relationship with lawyers who frequently practice before them. Too cozy. Conflict of Interest Cozy.
I am coming to the conclusion, her lawyer isn't that great, the system is that bad. It allows her to get away with it. She could be challenged, she could be slowed down, she could be stopped, but only if someone speaks up, and no one in the courtroom has done that, except when I did and was ejected for it.
So after over 2 years, don't call me the day before the trial and interrupt my restricted visitation with your last minute bullshit, especially since you told me "Fuck You" and hung up on me Friday and said "you had plans". Well asshole, so do I.
So Who should hear it?
I have a lot of recorded material, but two recent ones stand out.
One is where my lawyer admits that I'm be screwed by my wife and there is "nothing" that can be done about it, she's a better litigant. Well she should be, she isn't getting screwed. Put her in my place for a month and she'd be in a padded room. Take her money and our child from her and she wouldn't last 2 weeks let alone 2 years. "Doesn't matter" he says. We're expected to act as if we're on equal footing regardless of how unequal things really are. "You got out played". Just as I thought - we're playing a game.
The other is where I ask that a motion be put in front of the judge to show cause why Plaintiff is unprepared for trial dates. He makes excuses. I ask him to do do it and I state I will not be too timid to bring it before the judge. "Fuck You" he says and hangs up.
So some questions
As to question # 3 & 2, how many people sign this crap when it isn't true? It's a great cover to allow the abuse to go on, well you said there was no duress and you had competent counsel. Well that's bullshit for a bunch of nasty divorces I've heard of, and certainly in my own case. Maybe they can force me to sign it, but I can't let them plead ignorance that they "thought it wasn't a problem".
For extra credit, do you think my lawyer will call to apologize for that? Well, not a sincere apology, you know the kind that's given out of obligation. I don't really care, I think it just proves what I already know, I'm just a sack of money to him, nothing more, never have been. Hasn't so far since Friday noon. But he did have weekend plans for a wedding. Could just be sobering up now. Imagine waking up from that hang over, was I dreaming or did I say "Fuck You" to a client I know tapes calls and talks to my boss? Oh my head hurts. Me LOL
Talking to my brother yesterday, he said in disbelief, "I don't know how you can laugh about this", my response was just as serious, "If I wasn't laughing, I'd be crying".
Seriously folks, I'd like to have some serious input on these questions.
One is where my lawyer admits that I'm be screwed by my wife and there is "nothing" that can be done about it, she's a better litigant. Well she should be, she isn't getting screwed. Put her in my place for a month and she'd be in a padded room. Take her money and our child from her and she wouldn't last 2 weeks let alone 2 years. "Doesn't matter" he says. We're expected to act as if we're on equal footing regardless of how unequal things really are. "You got out played". Just as I thought - we're playing a game.
The other is where I ask that a motion be put in front of the judge to show cause why Plaintiff is unprepared for trial dates. He makes excuses. I ask him to do do it and I state I will not be too timid to bring it before the judge. "Fuck You" he says and hangs up.
So some questions
- I think I should call up the senior partner tomorrow and ask if my lawyer can represent my interests on Tuesday and if this is typically how they treat their clients?
- If we get to the point where the judge dons his robe to perform the formal, "What's your name, do you understand this" charade, I believe I should play the two recordings for the judge.
- To protect myself from perjury, I believe I should cross out the standard divorce language that says I "was represented by competent counsel " and that I enter into this "freely and under no duress".
- I will have at least $1000 cash in a location known to my family for the purposes of bail.
- I will have signed and notarized statements to attach to the divorce decree supporting my positions.
- In case someone tries to prevent playing the recordings I will have signed and notarized affidavits testifying to the content of the recordings. I will also ask for the citation under which they object.
As to question # 3 & 2, how many people sign this crap when it isn't true? It's a great cover to allow the abuse to go on, well you said there was no duress and you had competent counsel. Well that's bullshit for a bunch of nasty divorces I've heard of, and certainly in my own case. Maybe they can force me to sign it, but I can't let them plead ignorance that they "thought it wasn't a problem".
For extra credit, do you think my lawyer will call to apologize for that? Well, not a sincere apology, you know the kind that's given out of obligation. I don't really care, I think it just proves what I already know, I'm just a sack of money to him, nothing more, never have been. Hasn't so far since Friday noon. But he did have weekend plans for a wedding. Could just be sobering up now. Imagine waking up from that hang over, was I dreaming or did I say "Fuck You" to a client I know tapes calls and talks to my boss? Oh my head hurts. Me LOL
Talking to my brother yesterday, he said in disbelief, "I don't know how you can laugh about this", my response was just as serious, "If I wasn't laughing, I'd be crying".
Seriously folks, I'd like to have some serious input on these questions.
So which is it?
I have warned my lawyer not to be parsing his language with me. It's an occupational hazard, they are so good with twisting words around to imply one thing while subtlety leaving a small loophole to mean something else.
Or let me be blunt, they lie so often, to so many people that they forget to tell the truth to the client.
So I complained about the lost ground at the last lawyer's conference (they didn't want to call it a Trial Date). Oh that wasn't lost ground, those issues hadn't been vetted in front of the judge before. Well first I don't give a damn whether the judge heard them before or not, I thought there was an agreed upon proposal. What else hasn't the judge heard? "Well I don't know" he says indignantly, how am I supposed to know what she's going to disagree with next.
What? WTF? So you mean she hasn't agreed to any of this and is just carving away at it with a paring knife? All this time you give me some happy horse shit about being close and she hasn't committed to a damn thing. She's still cutting, cutting away. Oh she did agree to a couple of things that have been under contention for a year and I and other entities have provided a case of discovery material.
Great, we're talking about a twenty page legal document, with another six page division of property supported by a poorly done six page spreadsheet. Unless you use mine which I've submitted to you countless times and you've ignored because of your pride in knowing every damn thing. And she has committed to several issues. That leaves quite a few open for debate.
So we're not close to anything then, except more bull shit? Right? I'm getting dizzy, it feels like a merry-go-round out of control. Get me off before I vomit.
Or let me be blunt, they lie so often, to so many people that they forget to tell the truth to the client.
So I complained about the lost ground at the last lawyer's conference (they didn't want to call it a Trial Date). Oh that wasn't lost ground, those issues hadn't been vetted in front of the judge before. Well first I don't give a damn whether the judge heard them before or not, I thought there was an agreed upon proposal. What else hasn't the judge heard? "Well I don't know" he says indignantly, how am I supposed to know what she's going to disagree with next.
What? WTF? So you mean she hasn't agreed to any of this and is just carving away at it with a paring knife? All this time you give me some happy horse shit about being close and she hasn't committed to a damn thing. She's still cutting, cutting away. Oh she did agree to a couple of things that have been under contention for a year and I and other entities have provided a case of discovery material.
Great, we're talking about a twenty page legal document, with another six page division of property supported by a poorly done six page spreadsheet. Unless you use mine which I've submitted to you countless times and you've ignored because of your pride in knowing every damn thing. And she has committed to several issues. That leaves quite a few open for debate.
So we're not close to anything then, except more bull shit? Right? I'm getting dizzy, it feels like a merry-go-round out of control. Get me off before I vomit.
Friday, May 04, 2007
Game time D-4
So I get a call today, the pussy is pumped, oh he's fighting mad, he's full of bravado, machismo, but mainly he's full of shit. He's just heard from opposing counsel. She wants to meet today or tomorrow (yep, Saturday, gotta keep billin those hours). But pussy (my lawyer if you haven't been following closely) says no way, I'm leaving the office, I have a wedding this weekend.
According to my lawyer:
The entire conversation, including the unique salutation, was recorded, so I imagine I have a pretty good case against be properly represented according to the Canons of Conduct, and recieving due process under law. That recording as well as the hundreds of others made over the last three years will be loaded on my laptop and available for playback to the judge, if needed.
Well, replacing the laptop was a good idea, since she's not accepting the agreement it will need to be hammered out on the fly in court. We've had 25 over months to do this. But it will be a slam dunk on Trial Day # 8 (or maybe 9).
And that my friends is how the game is played.
Status: First Draft, updates to verbetum quotes to follow from recording.
According to my lawyer:
She gets irritated, he says he's open Monday, she's still irritated, so he asks - Do you have substantive changes? She wants to meet not talk. He reminds her that the judge finalized all the substantive changes and was not expecting more. She gets very irritated and supposedly were yelling at each other, then she hangs up on him.My lawyer expects:
- She will send a nasty letter that he was uncooperative over the weekend
- She may or may not reveal substantive changes before trial on Tue
- The judge will use the entire extended court day 10am to 7pm
- The judge will not want to schedule a 9th day, so he "won't let anyone leave" and could extend it to 2 am.
The entire conversation, including the unique salutation, was recorded, so I imagine I have a pretty good case against be properly represented according to the Canons of Conduct, and recieving due process under law. That recording as well as the hundreds of others made over the last three years will be loaded on my laptop and available for playback to the judge, if needed.
Well, replacing the laptop was a good idea, since she's not accepting the agreement it will need to be hammered out on the fly in court. We've had 25 over months to do this. But it will be a slam dunk on Trial Day # 8 (or maybe 9).
And that my friends is how the game is played.
Status: First Draft, updates to verbetum quotes to follow from recording.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
BIC, be damned!
Nothing in my case has been BIC (Best Interest of the Child). But today as many other days I learn there is further to sink.
I have been asked by friends, so are you meeting people? My response is "What and spend two more years in court?". My official dating status is listed as "Nonexistent" (unofficially it would be "Clandestine"). If my wife thinks her child's own flesh and blood isn't good enough, how do you think she'd react to a gf of my choosing being anywhere near her child? OK, don't guess, I know her, 16 years now, she'd flip. Why? Long story, short response - Cause she's nuts.
Now I'm not going to be a monk, although they do live happier & stress free lives (Hmmm), but until I have the final decree and the mediation set up, officially (wink), I'm a monk. So if any of you girls out there are looking for a perfect gentleman for some no strings, have fun, no pressure, kinda guy, I'm you're man. (LOL). ;-) (email me, see my profile)
I will say though that I believe parents need to keep each other informed about changes in their life that affect their child. Like when your work at home job requires you to show up at the office every day and you start sending my child to play dates with a child who has been a bad influence on him (and that his guidance counselor suggested they stay apart).
Is it BIC for him to be spending time there, when I am the very next bus stop and available? Today I needed to take him to an appointment. Rather than just have him get off the bus at my house and spend an extra hour with me before his appointment, he gets off one stop earlier. Luckily I know this lady and she knows my cell number, she calls and says she's baking she'll bring him by later. I said, uhhh, I need to get him to an appointment, I'll come and get him.
So I pick him up. I start driving, "Daddy, I'm real hungry, and I have to go to the bathroom." Luckily I'm still close to home, I go back quickly, so we run in the house he uses the bathroom, I grab a can of pineapples and several small cartons of yogurt, a Juice Pack box and some spoons. So we get to our destination, he's eating, someone comments, "Wow, healthy snacks" (of course, I'm a good Dad no matter what the screwed up system thinks).
So then we get back home, turns out he left his good tennis shoes (remember the good sock post) at my house and grabbed a pair of water shoes. So she's in my driveway making a fuss wanting his good shoes back. Well I didn't know he left them here, I don't see them. She's being a real impatient bitch.
Now because of her prior violent outbursts and destruction of property, I have a restraining order that is posted on my garage that does not allow her in my house or on my property. She started to get bitchier and tried to enter my home, my son said you can't come in our house. Not a smooth move, but her yelling was probably scaring him. She freaked, she pushed the door and was coming into the house, I calmly (Seriously, I really was calm, I am so proud of myself) said back off, wait outside. She continued ranting even louder. I calmly told my son not to be disrespectful, put on these other shoes and don't dalley around because she's waiting.
So she's going off about how I better find them, she's coming tomorrow, her - blah, me - breathe, blah breathe, blah breathe.
So I go back in sit down at my desk, stretch out my legs and I feel something. that's right, yesterday he came in and wanted to play I Spy on my new laptop, he sat at my desk pushed off his shoes and later put on a pair from my house and I hadn't noticed the switch (that makes me an unfit parent). BIC over a pair of shoes?
I call her, I found them. She'll be right back. I'm waiting, jeez, she doesn't even live that far away. Finally, she comes, and there's my son eating a McDonald's Burger while she's driving (remember my healthy food post). I don't even do that, I make him one fresh.
Oh, but she's his mother of course she knows what's best. Right?
Yeah best for her, BIC? Be Damned!
Status: First Draft - Last updated 05/04/07 03:50 am
I have been asked by friends, so are you meeting people? My response is "What and spend two more years in court?". My official dating status is listed as "Nonexistent" (unofficially it would be "Clandestine"). If my wife thinks her child's own flesh and blood isn't good enough, how do you think she'd react to a gf of my choosing being anywhere near her child? OK, don't guess, I know her, 16 years now, she'd flip. Why? Long story, short response - Cause she's nuts.
Now I'm not going to be a monk, although they do live happier & stress free lives (Hmmm), but until I have the final decree and the mediation set up, officially (wink), I'm a monk. So if any of you girls out there are looking for a perfect gentleman for some no strings, have fun, no pressure, kinda guy, I'm you're man. (LOL). ;-) (email me, see my profile)
I will say though that I believe parents need to keep each other informed about changes in their life that affect their child. Like when your work at home job requires you to show up at the office every day and you start sending my child to play dates with a child who has been a bad influence on him (and that his guidance counselor suggested they stay apart).
Is it BIC for him to be spending time there, when I am the very next bus stop and available? Today I needed to take him to an appointment. Rather than just have him get off the bus at my house and spend an extra hour with me before his appointment, he gets off one stop earlier. Luckily I know this lady and she knows my cell number, she calls and says she's baking she'll bring him by later. I said, uhhh, I need to get him to an appointment, I'll come and get him.
So I pick him up. I start driving, "Daddy, I'm real hungry, and I have to go to the bathroom." Luckily I'm still close to home, I go back quickly, so we run in the house he uses the bathroom, I grab a can of pineapples and several small cartons of yogurt, a Juice Pack box and some spoons. So we get to our destination, he's eating, someone comments, "Wow, healthy snacks" (of course, I'm a good Dad no matter what the screwed up system thinks).
So then we get back home, turns out he left his good tennis shoes (remember the good sock post) at my house and grabbed a pair of water shoes. So she's in my driveway making a fuss wanting his good shoes back. Well I didn't know he left them here, I don't see them. She's being a real impatient bitch.
Now because of her prior violent outbursts and destruction of property, I have a restraining order that is posted on my garage that does not allow her in my house or on my property. She started to get bitchier and tried to enter my home, my son said you can't come in our house. Not a smooth move, but her yelling was probably scaring him. She freaked, she pushed the door and was coming into the house, I calmly (Seriously, I really was calm, I am so proud of myself) said back off, wait outside. She continued ranting even louder. I calmly told my son not to be disrespectful, put on these other shoes and don't dalley around because she's waiting.
So she's going off about how I better find them, she's coming tomorrow, her - blah, me - breathe, blah breathe, blah breathe.
So I go back in sit down at my desk, stretch out my legs and I feel something. that's right, yesterday he came in and wanted to play I Spy on my new laptop, he sat at my desk pushed off his shoes and later put on a pair from my house and I hadn't noticed the switch (that makes me an unfit parent). BIC over a pair of shoes?
I call her, I found them. She'll be right back. I'm waiting, jeez, she doesn't even live that far away. Finally, she comes, and there's my son eating a McDonald's Burger while she's driving (remember my healthy food post). I don't even do that, I make him one fresh.
Oh, but she's his mother of course she knows what's best. Right?
Yeah best for her, BIC? Be Damned!
Status: First Draft - Last updated 05/04/07 03:50 am
Now here's a game...
Well just how far can a game go, just how tolerant is our corrupt system to gamesmanship. Why do we feel the way we do about lawyers?
Well my blogger buddy Solarisgal sent me a dusie, not sure anyone could top this one:
How could this person possibly think this fits any definition of fairness on the entire planet? And how bad has our system gotten that this wasn't immediately dismissed as frivolous abuse.
I do so hope that they are successful in disbarring him, not out of revenge, but because such actions show he doesn't have the slightest understanding of "fairness" and is unable to judge his own actions let alone anyone else's.
He truly thinks he is God, and he needs a rude awakening, akin to what the average litigant experiences when they go into this twisted system.
Status: Last updated 05/04/07 03:30 am
Well my blogger buddy Solarisgal sent me a dusie, not sure anyone could top this one:
Judge: Cleaner owes me $65 million for pantsLet's recap here:
2 years of litigation x 1 pair of trousers = headaches for family business
See http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/18471265/GT1/9951/
- This isn't some crazy citizen (well maybe he is) trying to milk the system, this is a JUDGE!
- His pants were found one week later, get over it already, 2 years!
- This guy has even alienated his own, who are calling for him to loose his judge position and be disbarred. But that hasn't happened yet.
- This is actually scheduled for trial.
- How much money did these honest working people loose to defend this corrupt nut case who is judging others?
How could this person possibly think this fits any definition of fairness on the entire planet? And how bad has our system gotten that this wasn't immediately dismissed as frivolous abuse.
I do so hope that they are successful in disbarring him, not out of revenge, but because such actions show he doesn't have the slightest understanding of "fairness" and is unable to judge his own actions let alone anyone else's.
He truly thinks he is God, and he needs a rude awakening, akin to what the average litigant experiences when they go into this twisted system.
Status: Last updated 05/04/07 03:30 am
The worst part of the game...
is it's involuntary....
A new reader Louise (in a terrible predicament) asked...
hate the game, it is so evil, it is so damaging, but the worst parts are:- I never asked to play
- I can't stop playing
- I can't stop paying
- I can't get myself heard
- It's a rigged game
Hey Bossman...
My lawyer is avoiding me. he knows what I'll ask and he doesn't have an answer. His office staff know the score. So after repeated calls they put me through to the senior partner.
It's classic law, he admits how the game is played, admits I'm being "played" by my wife and her lawyer, talks of how things can be weaseled. I feel like posting the .wav file. Will probably just post the most significant part (sans names) in text.
Then I go over my wife's latest stunt (see BIC), I pause, silence, I guess for the dramatic effect, "Are you there?", I ask, He says "Just waiting for you to breathe" in a sarcastic tone. I responded "Isn't that ironic a friend gives me that advice, but I think the two of you have entirely different meanings."
Such a rare look in the devil's den. Kinda creepy, sleazy. And I thought I take long hot bathes just to relax and stay clean, it's probably a subconscious desire to clear away all the legal sleaze I deal with. (Trying to LOL).
"I'm very concerned about my lawyer's inability to stop the opposition's last minute stunts. Did you know that we lost a lot of ground the last time?" (Bloggers see WTF)So he finally gets back to me at an inconvenient time, but I have my recorder. Oh, boy, good posting material, but give me a little time, I'm gonna post this verbatim, right from the recording.
It's classic law, he admits how the game is played, admits I'm being "played" by my wife and her lawyer, talks of how things can be weaseled. I feel like posting the .wav file. Will probably just post the most significant part (sans names) in text.
Then I go over my wife's latest stunt (see BIC), I pause, silence, I guess for the dramatic effect, "Are you there?", I ask, He says "Just waiting for you to breathe" in a sarcastic tone. I responded "Isn't that ironic a friend gives me that advice, but I think the two of you have entirely different meanings."
Such a rare look in the devil's den. Kinda creepy, sleazy. And I thought I take long hot bathes just to relax and stay clean, it's probably a subconscious desire to clear away all the legal sleaze I deal with. (Trying to LOL).
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Breathe
The calm before the storm. Monday, I had to give up some visitation, to meet with a counselor, a victim of a difficult international kidnapping and custody battle in foreign courts. She knows the ropes first hand, most every trick in the book. She advises me, challenges me. Be effective, that is the goal. I often fall short, but I am reminded.
Tuesday, a good day with my son, doing some yard work, flying his large glider. A storm is coming, we go inside, build a fort in the spare bedroom and attic. We take a look at his homework. Bad penmanship, like father, like son. Let's print this on the computer. Type in the words, some are underlined in red, I explain, those are misspelled, you can right click and get the correct spelling, "I know Daddy, we do that at school". He notices my new laptop, "Oh Daddy, I told you, you could fix it". Well, it's not looking good, I'll keep trying, this one is new. Can I do "I Spy"? Not yet, Daddy has to get some serious work done. And I'll fix that problem on the desktop and install all your software there, when I finish something important. Can I play (old fashioned pinball)? No that's not there, Spider Solitaire is. OK.
The big storm moves through, heavy rains. I'm beat. The weather is calm now, but my emotions are far from calm before the litigation storm. Big Day # 8 is only a week away. Lot's to do. Need to be in top form. Need to be effective.
Troubling thoughts, cool night air coming through screen door. I went outside, it's after midnight. Things are quieter now. I walk down the street, the full moon lit night is casting long shadows. I reach up to touch the new apple blossoms. The pines stretch out for the sun, the small wisp of needles, the pine cones, backlit by the moon.
Breathe. Smile, following advice of my Blogger Friend Leigh, hope she's doing the same too. Close my eyes. Clear my head. Breathe. Walk. Listen. Spring Peepers chirping. A few other faint animal sounds. Walk. Bullfrog croaking. Breathe. Water dripping in the storm sewer. Walk. Buzzing of a transformer behind some bushes.
Breathe. Get back home. Sit down on a damp Adirondack chair, lean back. Faint sound of traffic in the distance, train whistles. Cool air, damp chair. Breathe. Think. Pray, Dear Lord, help me get through this, in the name of your Son for the benefit of my son. Breathe. I'm ready, for the home stretch.
One more day with my Son, then 5 days straight, full out, sprint to the target. to freedom. Freedom from this judge, from her lawyer, from the harassment, from the distraction. It won't be the end, there's still custody mediation for another year. But I'm trying to be hopeful. Cautiously. Still preparing for the worst, while hoping for the best. The paradoxical life I live. Breathe. Calm. I'm ready now, with God's help.
Tuesday, a good day with my son, doing some yard work, flying his large glider. A storm is coming, we go inside, build a fort in the spare bedroom and attic. We take a look at his homework. Bad penmanship, like father, like son. Let's print this on the computer. Type in the words, some are underlined in red, I explain, those are misspelled, you can right click and get the correct spelling, "I know Daddy, we do that at school". He notices my new laptop, "Oh Daddy, I told you, you could fix it". Well, it's not looking good, I'll keep trying, this one is new. Can I do "I Spy"? Not yet, Daddy has to get some serious work done. And I'll fix that problem on the desktop and install all your software there, when I finish something important. Can I play (old fashioned pinball)? No that's not there, Spider Solitaire is. OK.
The big storm moves through, heavy rains. I'm beat. The weather is calm now, but my emotions are far from calm before the litigation storm. Big Day # 8 is only a week away. Lot's to do. Need to be in top form. Need to be effective.
Troubling thoughts, cool night air coming through screen door. I went outside, it's after midnight. Things are quieter now. I walk down the street, the full moon lit night is casting long shadows. I reach up to touch the new apple blossoms. The pines stretch out for the sun, the small wisp of needles, the pine cones, backlit by the moon.
Breathe. Smile, following advice of my Blogger Friend Leigh, hope she's doing the same too. Close my eyes. Clear my head. Breathe. Walk. Listen. Spring Peepers chirping. A few other faint animal sounds. Walk. Bullfrog croaking. Breathe. Water dripping in the storm sewer. Walk. Buzzing of a transformer behind some bushes.
Breathe. Get back home. Sit down on a damp Adirondack chair, lean back. Faint sound of traffic in the distance, train whistles. Cool air, damp chair. Breathe. Think. Pray, Dear Lord, help me get through this, in the name of your Son for the benefit of my son. Breathe. I'm ready, for the home stretch.
One more day with my Son, then 5 days straight, full out, sprint to the target. to freedom. Freedom from this judge, from her lawyer, from the harassment, from the distraction. It won't be the end, there's still custody mediation for another year. But I'm trying to be hopeful. Cautiously. Still preparing for the worst, while hoping for the best. The paradoxical life I live. Breathe. Calm. I'm ready now, with God's help.
SGDD
She's still playing the game. She won't commit to the separation agreement, even with the favorable additions she won at the WTF day.
So I asked my lawyer to file a motion for continuance and a motion to show cause for lack of preparedness, with sanctions and fees. I've asked this before and he's ignored me, so I added, "or if you feel unable to make these filings, I will".
I will not allow her to interrupt my Monday visitation with last minute demands. The judge needs to recognize that opposing counsel is using last minute extortion and needs to stop it. Up until now, he has been able to ignored it, because he's not been called on it, all the lawyers are to timid to call their sister (the hired bitch) to account for her abuse. The judge can deny the motion, but then he will document his own abuse.
Things need to change, this needs to end.
So I asked my lawyer to file a motion for continuance and a motion to show cause for lack of preparedness, with sanctions and fees. I've asked this before and he's ignored me, so I added, "or if you feel unable to make these filings, I will".
I will not allow her to interrupt my Monday visitation with last minute demands. The judge needs to recognize that opposing counsel is using last minute extortion and needs to stop it. Up until now, he has been able to ignored it, because he's not been called on it, all the lawyers are to timid to call their sister (the hired bitch) to account for her abuse. The judge can deny the motion, but then he will document his own abuse.
Things need to change, this needs to end.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Thank God For Small Miracles
or Even a Lawyer Will Hear You If You Repeat It Often Enough...
I was sure the pussy would not bend, but it was so important. After all this money and time, my visitation only gave me visitation assuming my Thur-Sun work schedule. Well that will change, so then what, well there are lot's of hurdles, there is a makeup provision but its under her control and she's been violating it lately.
So I had a very simple request, give me an alternate visitation schedule for a M-F schedule now, in writing, so there will be no snags, no delays, with a work schedule change. His response was that the parenting plan was signed, sealed, and ordered. No more changes. Nothing can be done. Well it's not so much a change as just getting around to something I've asked from the beginning.
Well nothing if that's your choice, my choice, an addendum. Still like a brick wall. So I give him an ultimatum, it's a deal breaker, no addendum, no divorce. So in a game of chicken, we stand, who will blink first. After all this crap, I need this gauranteed now. I can't change work schedules and then loose access to my son. I mean it, no addendum, no deal. It's simple.
He blinked. Out of the blue, I get an email, here's the addendum, do you approve it's sumission to the opposition? It's one page, it's simple, "upon father's schedule changing to M-F, visitation will immediately change to...". My response, "Fine".
I stopped there. I could have said, "it took you long enough", or "what did you use to unclog the shit from your ears so you could hear me". But I'm so tired of all the bullshit, so I simply said "Fine".
Now I seriously doubt the opposition will accept it, that would qualify as a "big" miracle. So it will go to the judge. What is there to object too? The judge verbally agreed to this so long ago. So why not write it down. Especially since every verbal agreement has been reneged on.
It could still get left out. But I tried. And when my schedule changes, and the hurdles arrive, I will ask, why didn't the addendum pass and what is in the best interest of the child?
It's a sucker bet, I set them up, and that's why there has been so much resistance. Either the problem is solved (my hope), or they indict their own bad behavior (their last choice). Any time you can narrow down the choice to your first choice vs. their last choice, you've got them. (jqism).
I'm not celebrating yet. Not until it is signed as an order. But it was the right thing to do. It is an act of prevention so my son doesn't get screwed post decree. And everyone knows an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.
I was sure the pussy would not bend, but it was so important. After all this money and time, my visitation only gave me visitation assuming my Thur-Sun work schedule. Well that will change, so then what, well there are lot's of hurdles, there is a makeup provision but its under her control and she's been violating it lately.
So I had a very simple request, give me an alternate visitation schedule for a M-F schedule now, in writing, so there will be no snags, no delays, with a work schedule change. His response was that the parenting plan was signed, sealed, and ordered. No more changes. Nothing can be done. Well it's not so much a change as just getting around to something I've asked from the beginning.
Well nothing if that's your choice, my choice, an addendum. Still like a brick wall. So I give him an ultimatum, it's a deal breaker, no addendum, no divorce. So in a game of chicken, we stand, who will blink first. After all this crap, I need this gauranteed now. I can't change work schedules and then loose access to my son. I mean it, no addendum, no deal. It's simple.
He blinked. Out of the blue, I get an email, here's the addendum, do you approve it's sumission to the opposition? It's one page, it's simple, "upon father's schedule changing to M-F, visitation will immediately change to...". My response, "Fine".
I stopped there. I could have said, "it took you long enough", or "what did you use to unclog the shit from your ears so you could hear me". But I'm so tired of all the bullshit, so I simply said "Fine".
Now I seriously doubt the opposition will accept it, that would qualify as a "big" miracle. So it will go to the judge. What is there to object too? The judge verbally agreed to this so long ago. So why not write it down. Especially since every verbal agreement has been reneged on.
It could still get left out. But I tried. And when my schedule changes, and the hurdles arrive, I will ask, why didn't the addendum pass and what is in the best interest of the child?
It's a sucker bet, I set them up, and that's why there has been so much resistance. Either the problem is solved (my hope), or they indict their own bad behavior (their last choice). Any time you can narrow down the choice to your first choice vs. their last choice, you've got them. (jqism).
I'm not celebrating yet. Not until it is signed as an order. But it was the right thing to do. It is an act of prevention so my son doesn't get screwed post decree. And everyone knows an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Photos at last...
In addition to my companion web site (listed in the sidebar), I have added a photo hosting site here. I've tried several, and I may yet go to another (I'm thinking Flickr Pro), but I've put it off long enough, so in an attempt to avoid perfectionism, here it is, and I'll improve it over time.
When you go to the main page, you will see a list of sub albums and the main (miscellaneous, uncategorized) photos. You can click on a sub album to see it's photos. If there is one sub album you like, you can bookmark it and go to it directly. The main link will always be in my sidebar for your convenience.
You can click the words "view album as slideshow" to see the photos displayed one at a time full screen. You can click on an individual image and it will resize to your browser window. Hovering the cursor over the photo will tell you the percentage of actual size (in the upper right corner). Clicking on the photo or the "view full size" will enlarge it. In the right upper corner outside the picture is a preview of the previous and next picture. You can step through them at your own pace.
For those interested in the details, scroll to the bottom of the photo and click "Show Exif Data". There are two dates, the file date, when I resized the file (not much use) and the date taken. Occasionally the date taken will be wrong (my son reset it a few times). Otherwise the speed, aperture, and flash data will display.
After you are done with a sub album you have to go back to the main album (JQ75) by clicking on the "JQ75" after the "Current album" on the top left.
Photos are arranged in the albums most recently added first. So you can always start from the first photo to see newly added photos.
Photos hosted on photobucket are limited to 1074 x 768, so are under 500K and load fast. I use Irfanview Thumbnail viewer and Batch command with customized settings to resize my 3 MP or 5 MP digital photos down to this size. This allows me to select a group of photos and with a few clicks resize them all. Irfanview is an excellent free tool.
All photos are taken by me or my son, except for the photos in the "Photos by Others" sub album. Someday I may go through my "maker made" (taken by me and processed and manipulated in my darkroom by me) photos and post them.
Some trivia - photos with the prefix DCP are from my older 3 MP camera, and yes I've taken well over 9000 photos with it (hey he's so cute). The DCAM prefix is from my newer duocam 5 MP still camera with DV video. If it has no other suffix, it likely wasn't edited (except for rotation and cropping). A suffix will indicate it was edited, most likely by PhotoShop Elements or a variety of PhotoShop plugins.
And as Jeffry Chaucer was portrayed in "A Knights Tale" as saying
And without further ado or guilding of the lily...
Main Album - Mom and Son
Miscellaneous or uncategorized photos.
Son Album - Son's drawing of Father and Son
Nature Album - Bug on Flower
Travel Album - Where my Lawyer lives
Tech Album - Telephone Punchdown Block
Photos of my "Tech Pride and Joy" Soyo Dragon 2 Platinum dual boot Linux/Win XP Praetorian system will be coming soon. It is still under construction (literally).
"Photos by Others" Album
New Horizons Deep Space Mission
The above photos are only a single photo from the album, each album contains from 2 to 10 photos at this time. More will be added. I hope you like them, I enjoyed taking them.
When you go to the main page, you will see a list of sub albums and the main (miscellaneous, uncategorized) photos. You can click on a sub album to see it's photos. If there is one sub album you like, you can bookmark it and go to it directly. The main link will always be in my sidebar for your convenience.
You can click the words "view album as slideshow" to see the photos displayed one at a time full screen. You can click on an individual image and it will resize to your browser window. Hovering the cursor over the photo will tell you the percentage of actual size (in the upper right corner). Clicking on the photo or the "view full size" will enlarge it. In the right upper corner outside the picture is a preview of the previous and next picture. You can step through them at your own pace.
For those interested in the details, scroll to the bottom of the photo and click "Show Exif Data". There are two dates, the file date, when I resized the file (not much use) and the date taken. Occasionally the date taken will be wrong (my son reset it a few times). Otherwise the speed, aperture, and flash data will display.
After you are done with a sub album you have to go back to the main album (JQ75) by clicking on the "JQ75" after the "Current album" on the top left.
Photos are arranged in the albums most recently added first. So you can always start from the first photo to see newly added photos.
Photos hosted on photobucket are limited to 1074 x 768, so are under 500K and load fast. I use Irfanview Thumbnail viewer and Batch command with customized settings to resize my 3 MP or 5 MP digital photos down to this size. This allows me to select a group of photos and with a few clicks resize them all. Irfanview is an excellent free tool.
All photos are taken by me or my son, except for the photos in the "Photos by Others" sub album. Someday I may go through my "maker made" (taken by me and processed and manipulated in my darkroom by me) photos and post them.
Some trivia - photos with the prefix DCP are from my older 3 MP camera, and yes I've taken well over 9000 photos with it (hey he's so cute). The DCAM prefix is from my newer duocam 5 MP still camera with DV video. If it has no other suffix, it likely wasn't edited (except for rotation and cropping). A suffix will indicate it was edited, most likely by PhotoShop Elements or a variety of PhotoShop plugins.
And as Jeffry Chaucer was portrayed in "A Knights Tale" as saying
And without further ado or guilding of the lily...
Main Album - Mom and Son
Miscellaneous or uncategorized photos.
Son Album - Son's drawing of Father and Son
Nature Album - Bug on Flower
Travel Album - Where my Lawyer lives
Tech Album - Telephone Punchdown Block
Photos of my "Tech Pride and Joy" Soyo Dragon 2 Platinum dual boot Linux/Win XP Praetorian system will be coming soon. It is still under construction (literally).
"Photos by Others" Album
New Horizons Deep Space Mission
The above photos are only a single photo from the album, each album contains from 2 to 10 photos at this time. More will be added. I hope you like them, I enjoyed taking them.
I screwed up...
I was in a good mood and then I opened my mail...
Literally, I can't go three days, without receiving some harassing piece of shit in the mail. If I add the phone, email, and my wife's shitty attitude and NO,NO,NO, then it's almost every fuckin day. When will it end? Not with the final decree, oh no, they decided not to decide, I can look forward to one or two more years of custody mediation, likely to reach a total of four years missing from my then 9 year old's life. Pretty bad fuckin percentage, don't you think. Well, not as bad as Louise, that's just a damn shame. But we're not in a contest, screwing a kid for any number of years is bad. Louise just recently started to Blog about her having zero visitation for six years. Absolutely incredible. Is that any better than some third world country where people disappear into political prisons? NO!
Wake up people! While the silent majority has been asleep at the wheel, this big ship called government has taken on way too much ballast and has veered way off course. (jqism)
I was thinking of shooting off an angry email to my lawyer, but he'll just have some whitewashed response. I'll get him on the phone, so I can provoke him into honesty. He's such a dunderhead, it's "opposing counsel" in writing and "fuckin cunt" on the phone. I know I can record him. I haven't reviewed the rules of evidence, but there are other ways to introduce things. I had the conversation with him, I heard it first hand, I recall it well because I reviewed the recording before Blogging about it, I documented that fact in the Blog, and I can personally testify to all those events as well as my personal recollection. And I do know the rules of evidence on direct testimony, it's the number one kind.
How did I go from shitty to OK to good? Well my friends helped the first part. Then, with some of the Blog banter, I thought I'd look over the two years of photos I've taken and post some. It was fun going through a few thousand shots with a thumbnail viewer and picking some out.
Photography has always been a serious hobby for me. And it goes so well with travel. I can remember as a child seeing my Uncle's darkroom, the safe lights, the trays, prints hanging on a line and drying. He was in military intelligence (didn't realize that until his death), a NASA photographer, and a photojournalist. He always lived his life to the fullest, right up to the minute of his massive heart attack in his mid 50s. I have a darkroom, capable of BW and color printing. But the computer is so much more efficient now days.
God, would it be nice to have him back on Earth at this time of my life.
So what did the mail lady deliver today? A letter from the biased Guardian. The one who put up hurdles, saw opposition throw in the land mines, cried "disgusting" to the judge to no avail. The one who is supposed to be gone. Either she didn't put up that much of a fight or the hired bitch BJ theory (See WTF) is true. Either way both of them are off my party invite list (makes lots of room for my Blogger Buddies, I'm trying desperately to maintain my sense of humor).
So what the hell does she want? What else - Money - from me, after her court ordered expiration, for failing to protect my child, for talking to my wife, for continuing to listen to her endless drivel. And the frosting on the cake, she communicated to the mediator. Why? Shouldn't he start with a clean slate? Wasn't that the negotiation. Yeah, but like every fuckin thing in this fucked up system, they reneged, they lied, they cheated.
The tragedy of this Domestic Relations System is that not only are you fucked, you get the bill from the fuckers. (jqism)
Just more shit to add to my case against these assholes.
The government pays for your execution in third world countries, but here, in the land of capitalism, you pay for your own. (jqism)
Literally, I can't go three days, without receiving some harassing piece of shit in the mail. If I add the phone, email, and my wife's shitty attitude and NO,NO,NO, then it's almost every fuckin day. When will it end? Not with the final decree, oh no, they decided not to decide, I can look forward to one or two more years of custody mediation, likely to reach a total of four years missing from my then 9 year old's life. Pretty bad fuckin percentage, don't you think. Well, not as bad as Louise, that's just a damn shame. But we're not in a contest, screwing a kid for any number of years is bad. Louise just recently started to Blog about her having zero visitation for six years. Absolutely incredible. Is that any better than some third world country where people disappear into political prisons? NO!
Wake up people! While the silent majority has been asleep at the wheel, this big ship called government has taken on way too much ballast and has veered way off course. (jqism)
I was thinking of shooting off an angry email to my lawyer, but he'll just have some whitewashed response. I'll get him on the phone, so I can provoke him into honesty. He's such a dunderhead, it's "opposing counsel" in writing and "fuckin cunt" on the phone. I know I can record him. I haven't reviewed the rules of evidence, but there are other ways to introduce things. I had the conversation with him, I heard it first hand, I recall it well because I reviewed the recording before Blogging about it, I documented that fact in the Blog, and I can personally testify to all those events as well as my personal recollection. And I do know the rules of evidence on direct testimony, it's the number one kind.
How did I go from shitty to OK to good? Well my friends helped the first part. Then, with some of the Blog banter, I thought I'd look over the two years of photos I've taken and post some. It was fun going through a few thousand shots with a thumbnail viewer and picking some out.
Photography has always been a serious hobby for me. And it goes so well with travel. I can remember as a child seeing my Uncle's darkroom, the safe lights, the trays, prints hanging on a line and drying. He was in military intelligence (didn't realize that until his death), a NASA photographer, and a photojournalist. He always lived his life to the fullest, right up to the minute of his massive heart attack in his mid 50s. I have a darkroom, capable of BW and color printing. But the computer is so much more efficient now days.
God, would it be nice to have him back on Earth at this time of my life.
So what did the mail lady deliver today? A letter from the biased Guardian. The one who put up hurdles, saw opposition throw in the land mines, cried "disgusting" to the judge to no avail. The one who is supposed to be gone. Either she didn't put up that much of a fight or the hired bitch BJ theory (See WTF) is true. Either way both of them are off my party invite list (makes lots of room for my Blogger Buddies, I'm trying desperately to maintain my sense of humor).
So what the hell does she want? What else - Money - from me, after her court ordered expiration, for failing to protect my child, for talking to my wife, for continuing to listen to her endless drivel. And the frosting on the cake, she communicated to the mediator. Why? Shouldn't he start with a clean slate? Wasn't that the negotiation. Yeah, but like every fuckin thing in this fucked up system, they reneged, they lied, they cheated.
The tragedy of this Domestic Relations System is that not only are you fucked, you get the bill from the fuckers. (jqism)
Just more shit to add to my case against these assholes.
The government pays for your execution in third world countries, but here, in the land of capitalism, you pay for your own. (jqism)
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