Long weekend . . .

Well, not really. I didn’t have to show up at my client’s office yesterday, which doesn’t mean that I didn’t do plenty of work. In fact, I worked all weekend — either writing or consulting stuff. I didn’t mind because I got a lot done.

A couple of interesting stories . . .

I was at a birthday party on Saturday night, and a friend was telling me about her strange encouter with a would-be stalker. Long story short, she ended up calling the police after he continued to harass her. The police checked his record, and found out that he is wanted in GA for two counts of sodomy. WTF?

Someone needs to explain this to me. I’ve never understood how the sodomy law can be enforced. If two people are having consensual sodomy, there should be no involvement of the legal system, right? So how do people get caught? If it’s rape, the primary charge is rape. But unless there’s some sort of sting operation, or you’re caught in public with your rabbit in the hole, how the hell can you get charged with sodomy, not once but TWICE? The only other thing I can think is that it involved a minor. Just what kind of weirdo is this, anyway?

The funny thing is that the state of GA doesn’t take their laws seriously because they refuse to pay to extradite him, leaving him to continue his sodomy with Chicago residents. At least this time he picked a state where sodomy is perfectly legal. Isn’t it? I have to happily plead ignorance on that topic!

Went into Jamba Juice on Halsted yesterday and was served by an Asian man who simply had “Hung” on his nametag. My superego had to keep my id from laughing and making a comment. Such self control.

I pulled into the parking garage this morning, and the very nice attendent told me, in broken English, that I have a flat tire. He rolled out the little compressor, and filled it for me, and volunteered to change my spare in a few hours if it went down again. I only had a $5 on me, but I plan to hook him up later for being so kind. It’s patethic that I’m so surprised when people are nice. I guess I always expect people not to be. What’s that about?

The Gods of Tire Maintenance are not kind to me. It seems that there are certain things that keep happening to certain people, coincidentally. Mine is tire failure. And it can’t be my fault, because I certainly don’t go looking for things to run over just for the hell of it. It just happens.

Has anyone seen Halle Berry’s hot new boyfriend? Yummy. Then again, her last one wasn’t terrible. But what am I talking about? She’s Halle Berry. Of COURSE she dates yummy men. Hate her.