Well, today I have to go to a funeral in San Marcos. One of my friends and colleagues from the courthouse, Liz Piper's mother has died, so I'm going to go to the funeral to support her.
Funerals are one of those strange events in life that I never know exactly what to think about. On the one hand, I think they're good and understandable and a natural part of the grieving process. On the other hand, they seem to play into some kind of morbid curiosity that we never talk about. Funerals, in some sense, are expected to be an event which summarizes the life of the deceased, and there's often an attempt at some kind of superficial evaluation of the life of the deceased through the quality and number of the eulogies and a sheer headcount of the number of guests in attendance. Of course, looking at funerals that way is stupid, but I can never get past the feeling that some of that goes on. This is why when I die I want to co-opt an idea from my brother and simply have my ashes blasted out of a cannon into Town Lake. No muss, no fuss.
What else....? I watched the movie version of Cowboy Bebop last night and was fairly impressed. I'm not an ardent supporter of Japanese anime on the whole, but I have always liked the TV show of Cowboy Bebop b/c of 1) the music, 2) the way it manages to usually stay fairly understated in the midst of fairly action-packed, dramatic events (in keeping with it's noir heritage), and 3) because it makes interesting leaps into the realm of science fiction that manage to appeal to both my desire to see some far out fantasy stuff and to have those same far out fantasy objects and events grounded in a rational universe (i.e., they do a pretty good job of explaining why the wierd things happen which occur on the show). Also, there is kung fu and spaceships which are two of my favorite things for movies and tv shows. I recommend the movie, anyway.
I also purchased Red Dawn on DVD for $7 at Wal-Mart. As a kid, this was not only the first PG-13 movie I ever saw, but it also firmly implanted the longstanding idea in my head that the Soviets were going to invadeAmerica at any given moment. Surely it would be up to me and my junior high friends to fend off the invaders with bb guns and sling shots. I literally remember having dreams about Soviet tanks rolling down our streets in Austin after having seen this move. Back in those days, of course, I didn't realize that I lived in a country which was much more prone to be the invaders than the invadees.
On a different note- don't even try to watch the Sci-Fi Channel's original movie, Anonymous Rex. I am embarrased that I ever held out any hope for this movie and I will speak of it no more.
Work is the same. I'm trying to wrap up a case of criminal trespass for a client who was caught wandering the steam tunnels underneath UT with a few of her friends. Now ordinarily this case wouldn't be a big deal, but this client and her friends were caught screwing around down there only a day or two before one of the more notorious Bush daughters was scheduled to graduate from UT (apparently the Secret Service got grumpy). Anyway, it's a silly case, and all will end well, but the Daily Texan keeps calling my home to ask for comments. How did those little intrepid student reporters find out I was on the case and get my home number? Grrrrr.....
Well, that's all for now. This is a Friday blog, so u kids have a good weekend if u don't hear from me.