Life's too short for origami.
My plan to get out of jury duty tomorrow is to show up in a "We Finally Nailed the Jesus of Cool" T-shirt, holding a copy of "The Portable Atheist," and then rocking back and forth, humming "The Ballad of the Green Berets." Think it'll work?
It's not that I don't want to do my civic duty, but 8am, on a Friday, two weeks into my new job, with classes underway and a faculty member who is getting tetchy because I've not been able to do anything she's requested all friggin' week long (not my fault - permissions, trainings, and on-line accounts haven't been set up yet)...not a good time to be out.
Plus I have a track record of getting actually 'empanelled,' if that's the word. On trials. On week-long trials. On uninteresting trials. Why is that? I think I look like a guilty, hand-wringing liberal to the defense attorneys, and like an embittered, angry conservative to the prosecution. Tomorrow, however, I'll be a smelly, psychically damaged, indecisive, angrily atheistic bag lady. Which, really,
PS: I am on Facebook now. It IS the Seventh Sign. But I'll stand by my conviction that "Friend" is NOT a VERB.