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Random Thoughts...or...What's on Your Mind?

But on the point of architects and custom-built houses (after all this is the random thoughts thread) :
For years, when I can't sleep I'm always planning the house of my dreams (My granny built hers but we are 3 siblings who'll inherit it and the house is only large enough for 2 households so one must find a different place to live). My siblings donated all their old Legos so that when I'm finished planning I can build a scale model. A friend of my brother is an architect and promised that he'll draw the blueprints after this model for free =)
The other day I realized that with all my years of planning I have completely forgotten the stairs.
LOL back to square one. Fortunately, in this heat, I have a lot of sleepless time for planning. This time I'll start with the staircase (and propably forget the bathroom LOL)

I have been mentally building a castle of stone and bottles for a few decades. It’s quite haphazard and nothing is plumb and the basement/dungeon is a catacomb of mystery.

The lower levels are giant fieldstone and the upper levels are glass bottles of different colors which look like stained glass from the inside.

Most of the interior lower level walls are Mosaic tile and have cubbies for all my rocks. I’m very fond of Petoskey stones (hexagonaria fossils) but really I like anything shiny or sparkly or interesting.
 
I can’t afford it as of yet; it is more perfect in my mind anyway.

I don’t want the headache of a contractor build and I’m too weak and lazy to do it myself. Husband is quite sturdy and if sufficiently steered might think it’s a good idea. We will see what can be managed. *cackles softly*.
 
I can’t afford it as of yet; it is more perfect in my mind anyway.

I don’t want the headache of a contractor build and I’m too weak and lazy to do it myself. Husband is quite sturdy and if sufficiently steered might think it’s a good idea. We will see what can be managed. *cackles softly*.
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When my son was a little squirt, he used to tell us that things and situations he didn't like were "stupid and yuck". He didn't like to eat vegetables (except for green peas) because "they are stupid and yuck". So the whole family picked up his turn of phrase and we all still use it from time to time to express our disgust. Ah, family traditions...
 
^and the fun thing about such family phrases is that others won't understand and will look at you as if you're crazy :D It's like a secret language or an unbreakable code.

random thought: it's such a lovely cool morning - I don't want to go to work! And I have a headache. I can't possibly be supposed to work today.
Got to, though *sigh*. I accidentially took the key of my job car home yesterday and the colleague who has to go on patrol today needs it.
 
Can you really make a conversation legally privileged just by making somebody hand you a dollar and then saying "I'm your lawyer?"

On TV it's a legally airtight way to talk with a lawyer about your criminal conspiracy and make the conversation untestifiable. It seems like the sort of TV-ism that is BS in real life, but does that actually work?
 
Can you really make a conversation legally privileged just by making somebody hand you a dollar and then saying "I'm your lawyer?"

On TV it's a legally airtight way to talk with a lawyer about your criminal conspiracy and make the conversation untestifiable. It seems like the sort of TV-ism that is BS in real life, but does that actually work?
I've never run across that one.
 
I'm fairly sure that would only work if the other person is, in fact, a lawyer.

In my country, it only works if it's officially your lawyer for a specific case, for example, you have to make sure that there isn't a conflict of interest with another one of your clients. Say you are my lawyer and also the lawyer of neighbor, the day my neighbor and I enter in a judicial conflict, you can't remain the lawyer of us both and that's why privilege is case by case only and not permanent. There's also the case when someone sues their (former) lawyer which causes problems.
 
Yeah, but the point is you can't just point to some random schmuck you just met and say that they're your lawyer. That was the thrust of the gist of what Jirin was just asking, I thought.
 
So, it’s actually true the act of handing a person a dollar bill constitutes hiring them?

I have absolutely no idea. But even in the case you suggested, it wouldn't work, because the other person would surely have to prove that they are your lawyer and not, say, your barista.

Then again, in any discussion about lawyers, common sense really doesn't enter into the equation, does it? :lol:
 
I have absolutely no idea. But even in the case you suggested, it wouldn't work, because the other person would surely have to prove that they are your lawyer and not, say, your barista.

Then again, in any discussion about lawyers, common sense really doesn't enter into the equation, does it? :lol:

I mean, they do it in Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul and a few other cases, where they hand a person who is a lawyer one dollar, and this enables them to openly discuss their crimes.

The case you see it isn’t non-lawyers, it’s ethically compromised lawyers looking for a loophole to be able to conspire in the crime without being made to testify.
 
So, it’s actually true the act of handing a person a dollar bill constitutes hiring them?

Well, that works for prostitutes. I am told people have been arrested simply for handing money to a "known" prostitute. Now what makes them known prostitutes is highly dubious. It's basically a judgment call by the police. So you can be arrested simply for being seen handing money to a woman the police deem to be a prostitute. You'd better watch whom you're making change to.:D
 
The case you see it isn’t non-lawyers, it’s ethically compromised lawyers looking for a loophole to be able to conspire in the crime without being made to testify.

If we're talking TV, I seem to remember that kind of thing occasionally happening on L&O, but it was discovered, thus rendering the legal privilege null and void.
 
If we're talking TV, I seem to remember that kind of thing occasionally happening on L&O, but it was discovered, thus rendering the legal privilege null and void.

I've seen something similar in one of those series. A cop voluntarily botching the arrest of someone so as to nullify all the genuine proofs of the man's guilt, making the man immune to a condemnation, in spite of the judge knowing that he did the deed. Of course, it was discovered that the cop and the man were co-conspirators of some kind thus leading to the arrest of both of them in SPITE of the proofs still being nullified. Apparently, you can't un-nullify a proof.
 
yes, that'd be tricky. Sometimes you're lucky and find proof that the other proof had been there and been nullified.
For example, you find a substance that's frequently used to remove all DNA traces from forensic equipment. If you find it at the scene of a murder, say in the basement of a person not working in forensics, you can be fairly sure it was used deliberately to wipe out (pardon the pun) treacherous DNA traces that were there. While that's merely a circumstancial proof it'd still give the state attorney at least a chance in court.
 
There are moments I wonder why we are here. There are moments I lose hope over where we appear headed. As a species, I see crimes and destruction justified by pieces of paper, lines drawn creating maps. I see power utilized in the most careless ways imaginable. But, the truth is, if I could crawl into her arms at night, my mind would slow, my pace slow, and my energies would be as her best friend, her lover, her confidant. All the problems would exist, but I'd be in her arms, watching her sleep, and perhaps I could take a night of respite.

Isn't this dangerous? That I could love her to the point of not caring about the challenges before us? Why this particular collection of cells? I may never know. She is home and hers? Is in the arms of another. I am not bitter, but I am heartbroken. She sleeps into my thoughts. She oozes from my pen. She penetrates my dreams.

Why? And, how do I harness this with another? How can I let go?

Love has become a prison--four walls that cry and mourn, and relive in joy, the triumphs and defeat. I love her.

But, it is just another set of problems like an adrenaline rush, just keeping me awake. Come home, or lift this curse. I cannot continue to pine my life away.
 
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