Saturday, February 7, 2026

Vergel Clawed My Motion In Limine

I dearly love rattling keys, drawing out legal motions in limine emergent, and the like. 90% are drawn in my office at home. The other 10 drawn downtown. I treat them like the dead sea scrolls once spat out hot. I'm insanely particular about: 1. The substantive content, of course; 2. The organization and presentation of facts and ancillary law (I evene quoted the magna carta in the one that my beloved purloined cat, Vergel, radically punctured; and 3. The presentation. Very important. The clerks have commented that my motions are in a higher ascension of the arc, so to speak; see I even use a heavier bond that I call gravitas. I have dispensed completely with the time-honored "style" of the case proceedings; a method by which the names of the parties are margined to the far left and separated by little bracket-like spacers (]) that descend down the page several returns until a V for versus is installed far left, with more spacers until the name of the accused appears, followed by the the final tab to the last if the silly spacers. Instead, I employ the same technique as Tennessee's Appellate Courts, to wit: State of Tennessee v. Sweet Jane, in bold and italics, just like the higher ups. Duly endorsed in the now time-telling illegible signature of mine, (always in blue for obvious reasons), scanned, emailed to all interested parties, Clerk first, Judge, Prosecutor and client (or their family if they are warehoused) and copied in triplicate with the orginal to be lodged with the Clerk copies to the Judge and prosecutor for easy reference for when the hearing is scheduled, in anticpation of which witnesses are subpoenaed. All aligned very neatly on my desk. Now enter the acrobatic little cat that Frank named, Vergel, after a gaming character. Little grey cat I stole a year or so ago from a fourteen year old child who could barely get out of bed at dusk. You little mother fucker. You jettisoned from your staging area, lower flanks flexed, and jettisoned to my desk top where my motion lay and fought it like it was fighting back, emerging victorious as it floated down to dirty floor. Adorable.

Friday, February 6, 2026

Joy Division - Disorder

What the Fuck was That?!!

The sweaty alarm of the horrified post-mortals immediately upon entering into heavenly portals.

Christian Death - Romeo's Distress

Suburban Lawns - Baby plus . . . [Not Since Pixies and that's No Shit]

I lucked into the emergence of Pixies, which changed music for the better. I lucked into this very recently looking back.

Suburban Lawns - Unable

Suburban Lawns - Flavor Crystals (What?!!!)

Suburban Lawns Green Eyes '87 Remix (At this moment, this song should accompany me to my grave). Amazing

"the shades are the venetian kind, they are drawn down blind." Google Gemini Query: Which part of the human brain appreciates music? Turns out, there's no one part. It's a congress including the audiotry cortex within the temporal lobes, the frontal lobes, cerebellum, amagdyla, hippocampus and the motor cortex. I'm beginning to understand that, conceding of course that we all differ in our brainy composites, mine in particular is configured in such a way, fine-tuned, in fact, that the pattens, composition, amazing instrumentals,seemingly and seamlessly in perfect unison, along with Su Tissue's muffled voice and cadence, are perfectly invited into my musical taste, like a DNA match.

Su Tissue and Suburban Lawns - Gidget Goes to Hell