Blogging from the bowels of the courthouse via wireless/cell phone dialup...it works pretty well...the speed sucks. The security guys groaned when they saw a dozen of us in line with laptops.
I wonder who told the cat-in-the-knit hat that grubby mis-matched sweats with his ass hanging out is appropriate jury attire? Isn't it interesting how a group of strangers sorts themselves out in a public room? Losers and hookers wandering nervously near the door, seniors in the front rows near the loo and managerial/professional types near the windows.
I'd guess that most of us on the window side of the room aren't going to make the cut. I'm waiting for some one to ask what "warblogging" on my questionaire means.
We've been told to pack up the electronics and stow the cells. Looks like we're moving to chambers. Voir Dire is always my nemesis.
Heh.
UPDATE: Didn't make a jury...think the "Nuke France" button put them off?
