When I got home from work today, I found an invitation to my law school’s five-year reunion. Now I’m debating whether I should go. There are some people I wouldn’t mind seeing, but most of them live out of state and I doubt they’ll be there. On the other hand, it might be fun to see who became corrupted by money and who still has a soul. Along with my RSVP I’m supposed to include a biography about what I’ve been doing since 1998. Let”s see…became subject of Minnesota Supreme Court litigation…constantly annoying neighbor…writing babbling Internet screeds…yup, that about covers it.
I’ve decided to take the plunge and get a digital camera or phonecam. I’m leaning towards a digital camera because I want to be able to review the pictures easily on a rear display. If anyone has suggestions about where I can find a moderately priced camera with a resolution of two megapixels, let me know.

Indonesia wants to ban oral sex. Oh, and homosexual sex, natch. Says the Indonesian Justice Minister: “It’s still in its early stage. We’re still collecting input from various parties and experts.”
This passage is from the entry on Indonesia in the World Fact Book:
Current issues include: alleviating widespread poverty, implementing IMF-mandated reforms of the banking sector, effecting a transition to a popularly-elected government after four decades of authoritarianism, addressing charges of cronyism and corruption, holding the military and police accountable for human rights violations, and resolving growing separatist pressures in Aceh and Papua.
Let”s see: oral sex…oral sex…anal sex…nope, I’m not seeing any mention of massive oral/anal sex orgies in the streets of Jakarta. But I guess the Indonesian government has different priorities. It’s okay for their people to go to bed hungry and maybe get knocked around a little by the local army hooligans, but God forbid they give each other a few minutes of pleasure.
So does this rant get me put on some kind of Indonesian surveillance list?

Late this morning, there was a shooting at the Hennepin County Government Center. The Government Center is almost adjacent to my building and I used to work there when I was clerking for a judge. I had some strange experiences while I was there, but nothing like this. Once, we had a gentleman attempt to bring a lawsuit against a local hospital because he was convinced that it was responsible for implanting a tracking chip in his leg. That was a little bizarre, but I never feared for my personal safety.
Back to work…

Permit me to geek out for a moment…
First, the theatrical trailer for The Matrix: Revolutions is way cool. It might just make up for the Philosophy 101 lectures in the last movie. And word is that the trailer for Return of the King will be released on the Net on Monday. What would I do without broadband?
And The Doctor is returning! My dad introduced me to Doctor Who when I was a kid when it was on PBS and I instantly fell in love with it. Tom Baker was by far my favorite. He had that cool scarf and that slightly maniacal look in his eye. That show also kept me company during my frequent childhood hospitalizations. I haven’t seen it in a long time but I’m looking forward to seeing how they update it.
I was out buying some clothes in downtown today. When did fishnet stockings make a comeback? I saw them on a saleswoman and they looked spectacular.

I’ve had my present wheelchair for almost nine years now. I’m long overdue for a replacement. My wheels are clacking like a shopping cart and the motors have seen better days. So in March I started the process of getting a new chair. I’m still waiting. The tricky part has been getting approval for the type of chair I want. I’d like one with rear-wheel drive, which makes for a tighter turning radius. But so far, MA has rejected my request. Twice. Sooner or later, I’ll get what I need, but I wish it didn’t take so damn long.
This morning, I was down in the parking garage under my building and waiting for my nurse to open up the van. We were joking around and I said something like, “Suck my dick!” a bit too loudly. Apparently, there was this old man standing behind me and he must have overheard me. My nurse reported that he had his hands on his hips and a rather disapproving look on his face. I laughed all the way to work.
Bad cripple!