|Da Winnah and a ** Newer** Drawing!
||[May. 8th, 2010|11:04 am]
Congrats to aetas_lupus for winning the drawing!
I have more new, unread books to give away. You know what to do to help with my spring cleaning!
The Dark Lord - Patricia Simpson 2003
Prince of the Night -- Jasmine Cresswell 1995
Lords of the Night - Janice Bennett, Sara Blayne, Monique Ellis 1997
Dark Obsession - Amanda Stevens 1994
Not a lot going on, just me writing, which is a good thing.
Oh, I went in for jury duty last month, got picked, then had to hang around downtown for four hours waiting for the court to open.
Rather than sitting in the courthouse hoping to glimpse Denny Crane or Alan Shore, I went a couple blocks over and bought Rachel Caine's awesome UNKNOWN to pass the time. Got instantly sucked into the story, but that's the kind of mega-cool wordage that she kicks out. The book kept me busy through brunch, lunch, and later in the courthouse on those hard benches.
Then, it's time. I reluctantly put the book away, and go around the corner in time to see my fellow jurors being dismissed. Apparently a deal was made so there would be no trial. I collected my 6-dollar check. They can pay for my lunch after eating up my writing day.
Ooookay. I'm off the hook from doing my civic duty for another two years.
So's the person who cut a deal.
From the questions they gave us prior to going in it looked like a drunk driving case, and I am merciless about that kind of thing. Not going to apologize for being ill-disposed toward drunk drivers. I think all vehicles should have built in breathalizers and not start if the driver is unfit.
I got clipped by a drunken moron back when I was a teen. He'd just gotten off work at a General Motors plant--take that irony how you will--and had a cooler of beer in his truck. He was barreling way too fast to get home, presumably to finish off any cases in his fridge there, and caught my back fender, spinning my little car right around.
I recall his beery breath and purple veined nose peering through my car window, then there was my dad pushing him out of the way. He'd been in HIS truck on the same corner and saw his youngest trying to make the crossing. That had to be a bad moment for him!
Beer-guy vanished while my dad was trying to get me and my totaled car out of the way of more incoming traffic.
Insurance? Forget it. The SOB *vanished*.
My next car was a ginormous '64 Mercury with fins. Dad wanted plenty of steel between me and the next disaster. It looked like this, but mine was a brighter red and more dinged. I bet Nick Knight would fit in the trunk just fine.
It was a thirsty ride, but gas was .24 a gallon then. A good wage was a dollar an hour. Little wonder I wanted to be a writer. Less work, more pay.
So yeah, you don't want P.N. Elrod in the jury if you were driving drunk. I guarantee you will not like the outcome!
Our trip down memory lane is ended, leave a comment if you want some books!
I want that car! :>
I hate drunk drivers--- friends of mine lost their parents and baby brother because of a drunk driver. Drink too much at my house and you surrender your keys(the easy way or the hard way). They either get a ride or sleep on the couch.
And I always like books.
I hate people who drink too much period, I lost my grandfather that way and one of my aunts almost went the same way he did, it was close - far too close.
I'm not getting in this one - the reason I wanted in the last one has been fulfilled. Besides, I only have one bookshelf and it's almost full as is. ^_~
Sure, put my name in the hat for the books!
But I also am commenting to pass on this item that appeared in one of my news filters today:Six vampire books stolen from Geneva Library
And none of them by Stephenie Meyer! No, they stole Song in the Dark instead! I guess when e-piracy fails, the thieves are still doing it the old fashioned way. Pat, what makes you so stealable? It's not like you're over-priced! :-(
I've never gotten on a jury, either. Trials are always a last resort, actually (all those courtroom TV shows notwithstanding), because they're so incredibly expensive. "Cutting a deal" means the perp admitted s/he was guilty, and that's not all bad. It's still on his/her record.Edited at 2010-05-08 05:40 pm (UTC)
I don't know why people steal, period. Thieves absolutely disgust me.
Thanks for letting me know. I tracked down the library and will send them a replacement copy.
Yikes. The prices this one is selling for online are obscene. Even beat up paperbacks are going for over 25.00, never mind the triple digit hardcovers. I guess that explains the theft.
Ace isn't much better. They're selling e-versions for the hardcover price, which is just inviting piracy.
Hang on to the copies you've got, gang. They're appreciating faster than real estate. Books 7-11 are now apparently out of print, and so far I've seen no movement from the publisher to do another omnibus--as hot as urban fantasy is right now???
The only jury I was on was someone wanting to sue the city from when they fell on a city sidewalk some 20+ years before. She was practically laughed out of court. I think it was her son and some ambulance chaser lawyer who pushed her to do it. It was ridiculous. The only medical record they could present was from 2 years after the fall. Just some family testimony that she had the fall at all. Pictures taken of the place 20 years after the incident showing the sidewalk pushed up from the tree roots. You could even see the judge was bored silly. No wonder court is so expensive. Ridiculous lawsuits and greedy lawyers.
Now don't get me wrong, I do believe there are legitimate reasons to go to court. Drunk driving that affect others is wrong. The city reactivating 20+ year old paid traffic tickets is wrong. Deliberately hurting someone else is wrong. Hurting someone in the commission of a crime is wrong. But hurting yourself and trying to blame it on others is foolishness.
Oh put me in the drawing too.
One of my pals has a legit case--she came to grief on the steps of the courthouse itself while going in to serve jury duty. I'm siding with her 'cause she has some nasty medical bills and more to come. Boo hiss.
Well with her actually being hurt and bills there should be a case. I may not have said it very well but I'm against the ones that are trying to get something for nothing. Made up cases, 20 years of hardship and indignity but no medical bills to show for it, no medical records except for a doctor's visit 2 years after the fall. People who fall in a public place and make a big deal about it but all that is hurt is their dignity and such. Cases that make it hard for the ones with a legitimate case to afford it, or even get into the court for all the frivolous claims. Like when I'm at a garage sale or something and slip on the wet grass and fall on my butt and the owners of the place come rushing over to me all afraid I'm going to try to sue them for my fall. In that kind of situation it is my own fault. It was my choice to go to the sale, trying to find something for cheap, my choice to walk over the wet grass and my fault for being distracted over something I thought was a good deal rather than paying attention to how I was walking. I felt real silly and had some bumps, bruises and a couple of scrapes but nothing serious. Not at all like being required to go to a courthouse for something required by law and or your civic duty with real injuries. Something you have no choice about.
I'm with you on the breathalyzer in the steering column -- would save a lot of lives.
BTW, I'm in New Orleans -- the owner of the French Quarter's vampire boutique likes your work, and I have a tchotchke in my luggage that will be delivered at A-Kon. :-)
Edited at 2010-05-09 12:10 am (UTC)
Only I'm going to be at Soonercon. Oops.
Books?! I like books. Some would say too much...
And I second breathalizers in every car.
Hey Pat, I got in contact with a friend of mine; she wants at least one of the books so put me in and I'll give you her address again if I happen to win.
The only reason I'm not linking it to her is because it would spoil things.
I'm late to the party I see but as long as we're dog-piling on drunk drivers (a perfectly justifiable activity) just wanted to add that if they anger you on the road, try facilitating groups of them in court -ordered DUI school. (An interesting side-road on my meandering career track)
Fascinating study in whining, justifying, outrage ("How dare someone tell me not to drink!") and good ol' denial.
Generally about one half of them learn their lessons and don't re-offend.
The other half keep coming back...and coming back...
Amen on the breathalyzers!