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July 25th, 2005
08:40 am - There was this dog show in Belgium...
My friend dragged me along and wouldn't let me near computer. o.O Sorry, everyone.
But I have no news, so somebody do something stupid and entertain me, please. XD
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/smile.gif) good
Current Music: Ready Steady Go - L'arc~En~Ciel
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June 25th, 2005
04:06 pm - And a survey.
( One of those cute internet surveys. )
Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Moonlight Sonata
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June 24th, 2005
03:19 pm - Supercalifragilisticexpealidocious. Something to say when you don't know what to say.
Sat in on a murder trial a few days ago. Death penalty. Gruesome. The prosecutor did an excellent job of humanizing the vic. And de-humanizing the defendant.
Not that it was difficult.
The final, damning bit of evidence? The defendant was a former voluntary Controller.
Jury convicted in two and a half hours, twenty-six minutes, eight seconds. All counts.
I sense me another new chapter in the history of human prejudice...
Now. I did my homework: this fellow wasn't exactly Mother Theresa. Murdered, tortured, maimed. No motive for murder: just killed because it was convenient, provided a good adrenaline rush. Because it was cruel. And he could.
But all of the evidence toward that was circumstantial. I've been around for a few years decades centuries millennia now. I can read a human face, I can do it better than most humans, simply because of practice. He was a charismatic fellow. I could read the jury. I could read him: I'm seventy-three percent sure he's guilty. But the jury waivered. They waivered until closing arguments, when the prosecutor whipped out a Yeerk register of human hosts and their occupations. Kiss of death.
( OOC. )
Current Music: Rather moving rendition of Follow the Drinking Gourd
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June 10th, 2005
03:51 pm
We've been very blessed of late. ^_^ One of the dogs had puppies -- Desdemona, Emilia, Cassio, Iago and Roderigo. =D They'll probably be ready to leave their mother in another week or so, from what dear old dad tells me. So if anyone knows anyone who is willing to give them a good home...
Speaking of homes, I've gotten a new one. Apartment in the city. *shrugs* I have money saved up from previous lives. My only real expenses are rent and dog food, and I usually don't have trouble finding a decent job. Interest does pile up... haha.
As a house warming gift, I've been promised Desdemona, one of the new puppies. Definitely looking forward to it... I've been cranking up the TV and radio while playing The Phantom of the Opera for myself with my holograms... I feel isolated. I ought to get out more, and not just with those same 'droids I've known for the last five millennia. I like the majority of them, but the same people, century after century... It's why we slipped into human society in the first place, instead of hiding on some remote island. We knew that we would go mad with just each other for company, for all eternity.
I kind of want to go crash the party at the mall, but...
Current Mood: antiquated
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June 2nd, 2005
May 31st, 2005
10:20 am - Inaugural entry. Yea.
I've been sitting here at this computer screen, staring at this textbox, and wondering what I'm doing here for the last sixteen minutes, fifty-eight seconds.
I mean, what does an android need with a journal? My memory is perfect. Writing it it down (or typing it up, as the case may be) won't help matters much... Still. Here I am. Writing it down (typing it up).
I suppose it can't hurt. And might as well be honest. Though thank goodness for the lock option... Then again, this is the internet. If someone reads about how I'm a 5,000 year old alien android, they'll probably just assume this is some crazy RPG journal, you know? Or that I'm out for attention.
Huh. I'm talking (writing?) (typing?) to this textbox as if I expect it to answer. Too bad human computers don't have that option yet. Used to know this really sweet toaster oven on the homeworld...
Anyway. If this is a journal, I suppose I ought to record my thoughts, feelings, etc., etc. So... well. I'm trying to figure out what to do with this life. Leaving childhood behind again. I'm thinking of taking up law this go-around. Dear old dad's firm could use some help from another Chee (oops, said it out loud. Whatever shall we do?!). King & Perry is not exactly a big player in the local courtroom brawls, but they don't want to be, either. Mostly "Dad" takes on death penalty cases and tries to keep his client alive. Lots of pro bono. Also takes on the cases of those already on death row. A few of us Chee try to do this every lifetime. We don't agree with the criminal, because they are often very guilty, but we can't just sit by and let them be executed. And with all those exonerated by DNA evidence, it's a given that innocent people have been executed.
It's mostly the younger guys who do the regular work for paying customers--writing up prenup agreements and things. "Dad" and "Perry" are considered mildly crazy, but everyone admits they do good work. They've promised me a spot if I do. So then we'd be King, Perry & King. Not bad, huh?
Guess I'll sign off with that. :) Arrivederci.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/confused.gif) confused
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