I Have Tried My Last Case
This marks the end of my stint as a prosecutor here. My case for today had to be continued, so I will not try any other cases. Which means my last case was my last case. I hate going out with a loss (it was a terrible case that should have never been tried), but that is how I came in. Kind of fitting and somes up life here.
I leave here having gone 7-8 in trials where I was by myself or the lead attorney(this does not take into consideration guilty pleas and where I was riding shotgun with someone else). While that is a losing record, here it would qualify me for the Hall of Fame.
Somewhere, that slow walking away music from the Incredible Hulk is playing.
Now Taking Applications
In preparation for my move, I was going through my things to determine what was necessary and what could be trashed. I came across a folder containing my writings, poems and some creative assignments, and I realized how long it has been since I have written anything.
The truth is I haven't been inspired in a very long time and I miss it. I miss having those feelings. That glorious youthful optimism when one feels invulnerable...like I "could take on the whole Empire all by myself". It is the outlet for my tender soul that I hide behind this rugged exterior (ok so maybe it is not so rugged). I miss being inspired. I miss having someone to dote on. So, I am now taking applications for a muse. Anyone interested in the position may apply here.
The Streak is Over
The streak is over. Before this week, I had one my last 3 cases and 5 of the last 6. That streak is over as I was forced to try an absolutely crappy case that I knew I was going to lose. At least there were no surprises. Well, I lost my first case maybe it is fitting that I bookend it by losing my last one.
Giving up the Badge
I am giving up the badge. I have accepted another job and will no longer be prosecuting. I will go from putting criminals behind bars to chasing ambulances.
It is not that I dislike my job (I love what I do), but I cannot continue to live in my current location. It is time to get back to a bigger city where there are young professional people to interact with. Hopefully, I will one day return to prosecution, but for now life is too short to only live for your job.
Fantastic, Indeed
I must disagree with the critics. I enjoyed Fantastic 4. Unlike, Spider-Man or Batman, you have at least 4 characters to develop. I think they did a good job of this. We see Ben Grimm transform into the Thing losing the love of his life. I guess love doesn't conquer all. Then he must decide whether to accept his lot in life and be a superhero or to revert to being norman and having his wife back.
We see the arrogant and brash Johnny Storm learn to put others first while still getting the hot chicks (maybe even more so). We see the unassertive Reed Richards realize what's important ie that the rich, successful, handsome bad boy is not always the best choice for the girl.
And last but not least, Susan Storm. Susan doesn't really develop because she seems to all ready posses her better qualities at the beginning of the film and doesn't need to grow with the exception of clueing in Mr. Fantastic what it takes to hold her heart. Strom is played by the ever gorgeous Jessica Alba who has just climbed her way back into my top 5 list. This year alone she has given us Sin City and F4. If numbers 1 and 2 don't produce some work soon Alba may climb even further.
I guess now the only thing to do is wait 2 years for the sequel.
Girls, Girls, Girls
No I am not refering to the Motley Crue song or the Elvis movie.
When you think about life and the finality of living your life with one person, the choice becomes who. I always thought I would end up with someone exotic. I have always had a soft spot for brown-eyed dark complected, brunettes which is exemplified by the Latina population. Yet there is something to be said of the beauty of the Asian woman. And of course there are the blue-eyed blonde Scandinavians. Not to mention the fiery red-headed Irish lass. Then there is the British accent that can drive a man to his knees. (Note: There are countless more to mention and any omission is completely unintentional. And of course, there is more to a woman than mere physical beauty.) Besides you don't encounter these types of women everyday, at least not where I live.
While these women each have a lot to offer and would expose me to a whole new world (magic carpet not included) there remains the issue of common ground. Growing up in different cultures and different values, how much could we relate to each other ? How often and how deeply could we identify each other ?
I think about a life with each kind of woman and wonder what kind of life would we have ? How would our kids turn out ? And while all these different women are uniquely wonderful, there is something to be said about the all-American girl next door who used to dance in her p.j.'s singing Debbie Gibson songs into her hairbrush. "Only in my dreams...."
Feedback Response
I'd like to take this time to thank those of you who read my incessant ramblings and those of you who provide feedback.
I wanted to respond to one from my being a "playa" entry.
I understand women have to kiss a lot of frogs and as much as I think that I am a nice guy I can even handle being viewed as a frog. But I have been waiting 30 yrs for someone to kiss me. People keep saying 30 is young, but it is not. It is over the hill in the dating world especially when you haven't been kissed and there are 13 and 14 yr olds out there getting pregnant.
Besides with everyone in my age range getting married and having kids, the dating pool is getting mighty shallow. All we hear from the media is if he is over 30 and single he is either gay or damaged goods (ie a lack of suitable men). That might be the case in New York and L.A., but not so here in the south. There are plenty of men; but there is a shortage of available women because they get married so young. Here women marry their high school sweetheart or some frat boy they meet in college. So, by age 25 they are off the market. That leaves us to gawk at 18 year olds who think of us at grandpaw. Or the alternative is some older divorced mother of three whose kids tell us that we can't tell them what to do because we are not their father. Don't get me wrong (I am not trying to be an asshole), I realize their are some wonderful women out there who have not done so well their first time out, but as I once heard a woman say about this very situation, "I want to start my own story, not finish someone else's".
I want to be young and in love not be one of these guys who marries for the first time at 45. Unlike most single guys, I have gotten up in the middle of the night changed diapers, made bottles, and rocked my nieces back to sleep. I look forward to being a dad, teaching my son how to ride a bike or throw a football, or watch my daughter's dance recital or gymnastics meet.
So in conclusion, in reality I will always be waiting for Cinderella just as I always have. Now if only that darn fairy godmother would show up.
