The Boy Who Lived-day

Ideally, I'd like to post pictures of our new home that I took with my Sony NEX-3 camera, but I don't have a Nex-3, and our apartment is still not really photo-worthy. I mean, in certain places. So.... no pictures for you.

Yet.


I also was introduced via Facebook to this CATchy little YouTube video last night. I thought it was funny. In an awkward kind of way.

But really, this girl needs some serious medications. 

It's my last two (YES! 2!!) days of work at this job and I have a fundamental LACK of motivation. I'm basically a desk accessory at this point, because all I do is things like blogging, updating my Google+ account,  Facebook stalking myself, and reading books. Yeah. It's bad. I like to think I'm saving up all my work-place awesomeness for the new job on Monday.

As tomorrow is Friday, and thus, my last day here, I will actually conduct some kind of work functioning on a basic level. Read: Filing and reviewing budgets. But that basically covers one day, and I'd hate to work on it for three days when I can do it all in one. It's called efficiency, people.

As for those of you wishing me a Happy Harry Potter day, let's get one thing straight. Tomorrow is Harry Potter day. The movie releases on 7/15, and yes, I know many of you will see it tonight, but it doesn't release until midnight which is technically tomorrow, so get with the program. You're a day early and your sense of daytime/nighttime and calendar skills is embarrassing. I'm excited, too, but I'm containing it for when I see the movie on Saturday. The day after Harry Potter day. See, it's really quite a basic concept.

Since this is the last Harry Potter day we'll ever have (shed your tears here), what will we all look forward to now? Breaking Dawn 1 day? Percy Jackson 2 day? The Golden Compass 2 day? (Note: those last two are not in production, don't get excited.) Canada Day?

Our Your lives will soon be empty. Okay, fine. Mine will be emptier. But far from empty. Remember how Matt and I just moved in and Monday is new job day? Yeah, The Boy Who Lived ain't got nothin' on that.

But for your reading pleasure, and my Baylor alumni bragging rights: What you should learn from Harry Potter

It was also brought to my attention that in celebration of my departure, I should write a professional scathing letter to my one and only dearest "boss" who has made me hate my job for many, many months. And while I'm attempting to high-road it outta here (except that pesky motivation issue), I figure I can write said letter, but just never actually send it. I mean.... it's therapeutic, right? Perhaps I will work on this later. Because, I mostly think it sounds like a great amount of fun. If only I could get my brain working in order to utilize big words she won't understand......

So *this* is what it felt like.....

It, apparently, happens once a decade.

Someone who is stunningly guilty of murder is acquitted by a panel of 12 jurors and proceeds to walk the streets as a free person.

And it's a miserable failure of our American justice system.

Which, basically, makes me mad as hell. (Enough to type in a one-sentence-per-paragraph format)

I missed the OJ Simpson trial in 1995, and on that fateful morning in October that year I was busy learning something useful in the 6th grade (Or something like that). I'm sure Algebra was useful, at some point.

So, for all intensive purposes, I made up for the media circus that was that capital murder trial with the media circus that was this capital murder trial. And when I saw that the verdict for all charges except those of lying to a law enforcement officer was "not guilty" I was stunned. I thought that for sure she would have been found guilty. I mean, who else could have done this? How else could this little girl have died and been found in a swamp by her parent's house? If they knew that she died in the pool in June, then why did no one mention it during the months YEARS that it took this case to get to court?

I've never been one to follow reality TV, or get involved in the latest media craze, or circus act, or what not. I mean, honestly, the only thing I used to follow pop-culture-wise was Chelsea Lately, and even then it was sparse. I got so caught up in the Casey Anthony trial/drama, that I seriously think I transplanted part of my brain to that courtroom for the last few weeks.

And I'm pissed about the verdict.

And I slightly hate myself for that. I have zero connection to these people, and I've only been to Orlando for Disneyworld purposes, AND I don't even really like random children all that much. But I wanted to see this girl punished for her actions. I suppose I wanted to know, on some basic subconscious level that humanity does still exist and that good prevails over evil.

I was wrong.

Casey Anthony and why sociopaths are NOT the new black

It's not only my summer obsession, it's America's summer obsession. Mostly due to the insane amount of coverage that Nancy Grace has brought to the topic over the last few years, particularly over the last few months. Caylee Anthony went missing for 31 days in June 2008 and no one reported her missing until July 2008. Her mom, Casey Anthony was out partying, boozing, and lying while her daughter's remains decayed in the trunk of her car and in the woods near her family home. (But you know, if you were a defense attorney for this case, you would have totally called out heresay on me about three times for that sentence. Thank you, cnn, for making me a layperson lawyer.)

Casey Anthony smiling during her capital murder case. Cause, you know, she's totally like, *such* a good liar, y'all.

Work has been slow lately. So. Terribly. Slow. And I usually listen to my iTunes or an audiobook while I'm working, so it only made logical sense that I trade in iTunes for cnn.com for the duration of this trial. I missed the OJ trial due to the fact that I was in 4th grade, so I'm making up for lost time here. (It should be noted that while following the Casey Anthony trial, I've read the Wikipedia article on the OJ trial  as well as the Goldman family's publication of If I Did It, which you can get at that Amazon link or if you're savvy enough, you can find online in pdf format for free. The internet is funding my law education.)

Back to the trial.... it's a complete circus for those of you not yet drawn in to the mayhem. Webs of lies that make your brain spin trying to sort through them. Forensic evidence that requires hours of testimony to explain. Rock solid prosecution teams and shaky defense teams headed by shady defense attorneys. A defense opening statement filled with accusations that raise even more questions. It's so addicting.

I didn't start following the trial until about halfway through the prosecution's case, but I made it in just in time to see some testimony about skeletal remains, duct tape found on Caylee's skull and in the home, decomposition in the trunk of Casey's car, and internet searches for things like "how to make chloroform", "how to make weapons out of household items", and "neckbreaking". Then Dr. G took the stand and in the most riveting testimony ever explained why the death was a homicide, then slamming the defense attorney during cross examination. It was like a championship sports game, and it was fantastic. I sat in my office, cheering, while listening through earbuds. That was slightly embarrassing.

The defense started their testimony about a week ago, and it's all been very boring since then. Jose Baez, lead defense attorney, is a moron of astronomical proportions, who at last count had roughly three charges of contempt coming his way after this trial. And I'm not sure if he's trying to lose this case because he's realized he's in way above his head, or if he's just that narcissistic that he thinks he's doing a great job and can't tell otherwise that the entire country is mocking him.

During their opening statement, the defense claimed that Caylee's death was an accidental drowning in the family pool, and that George Anthony, the grandfather, found her and then buried her in the woods to make the death looking like a kidnapping/murder. And that Casey is such a good liar because her father and brother (George and Lee) sexually molested her while she was growing up. Which I find hard to believe, I mean, if you've been sexually abused since you were a child, wouldn't you do anything you could to get out of that house when you were 18? Instead of living there until you were 22? Don't get me wrong, that family is some sort of dysfunctional, but I don't know if I fully believe the defense statement. However, in order to back it up, then Casey will probably have to take the stand, and that will be some good watching right there.

I've watched this girl cry some alligator tears, use the same kleenex for 20 minutes, sob uncontrollably, and then have a scowl so severe it looks like she has horns. And I may not be a licensed psychotherapist, but she's a sociopath if I ever saw one.

How I really feel about what I did, y'all. Oops my bad?

Here's what I think happened: Casey met some new friends who were her age (22) that didn't have any kids, were able to go out and party, drink, and have fun. She envied this, always wanted it, and resented Caylee for it. After a fight with her mom that was the proverbial "last straw" she killed the kid, thought she could get away with a kidnapping "never found" case, and go on with her merry life. But, she's ill educated (didn't finish high school) and it all blew up in her face. Do I think she understands the full ramifications of what she's done? No. I think she's getting there as the trial proceeds, but I think she is a severe narcissist who doesn't really comprehend or understand that other people have lives and that there are those that exist outside of her. The amount of people who got drawn into this case because of her lies simply amazes me. She's absolutely, 100% guilty and I've seen nothing so far to make me think otherwise.

The prosecution. Or in other words, my new favorite TV attorneys.

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