GUILTY!

Done. I've now done my time as a juror, and quite enjoyed finding the defendant guilty. I weasled my way out of one trial that was going to take days to resolve, but not without a raised eyebrow from the judge. I was later selected for a minor trial in traffic court. It was quite exciting hearing the witnesses testimonies, yet, I really wish the lawyers were a little more experienced, and could break the witnesses, causing them to cry and confess, like Perry Mason always did. Alas, it was not quite as exciting. But I was excited that the case was SO obvious, and had such low stakes. Leaving all of the jurors an easy verdict of guilty without all of the 12 angry men style drama. Well, now that it is over I can now regain my sense of zen, and will resume my movie watching lifestyle that I cherish so much. Till next time,
Derek
P.S. I wasn't aware that Jerry Seinfeld was adding a strip-tease segment to his stand-up act. '...Something New Everyday', as they say.

Jury Fuckin' Duty

Tomorrow I get the unpleasant honor of being a good citizen and appearing for Jury Duty. I really don't want to go. If Pauly Shore was there, I still wouldn't want to go, but at least I would see someone famous. I really hope that I'm not picked for a jury. I think I might loose my mind if I'm picked. I might defecate in my seat, to insure a dismissal. Lets hope it doesn't come to that. I just need to get this over with so I can continue my life, in a selfish, and charming way.

Not Scary at All...I Promise!

Tonight as I left work, the sky was filled with thousands of tiny birds. I had forgotten that it's that time of year when the skies in NW Portland turn into an amazing playground for thousands of Vaux's Swifts, where every year they spend a week in The Chapman School chimney. I cannot describe how incredible it was to witness. I have never seen so many birds in my life. It was as if I was looking at a negative image of a starry night, and the stars were all dancing. As the sun went down and the sky darkened, the swifts made a giant cyclone and began flying into the chimney for the night, how they all fit, I can't imagine.

Sorry to get all Bird-Watching on you, but it truly was one of the most incredible spectacles I've ever seen. I declare Birds to be truly Awesome!

This installment of Mummy's Pajamas Music Corner is regarding my new favorite album Triangle by The Beau Brummels.
This lovely little album, is a beautiful blend of Folk/Country Psychedelia, with lovely pop arrangements. Sal Valentino's (yes, that is his name!) vocals sound like a lilting Bob Dylan, and are perfectly suited to this album. This is the second to last album recorded by The Beau Brummels who by this time were reduced to a trio, by the time they recorded Bradley's Barn, their final album, they were only a duo. If they had recorded yet another album they surely would have been a solo act and would need to remove the plural sounding s, from their name, and that would have been a hassle, besides to be known as The Beau Brummel sounds faggy. So they disbanded.
This album is really great though, and I can't stop listening to it. I am sad that this album is only 28 minutes. I wish The Beau Brummels could have recorded a hundred albums like this.

God Bless Tiny Tim

My usual high tolerance for unusual music was recently tested. But I conquered the threat of intolerance with only a few scratches.
God Bless Tiny Tim is a trippy masterpiece. When I first began to listen to this album, I was convinced I was beat. The androgynous falsetto, is not unlike a Tele-Tubbie on hormones. But I found that I couldn't turn it off. In fact I listened to it about five times in one evening. Part comedy/novelty album, Tiny Tim brings his obsession for popular music, ranging from Victorian Music halls to Sonny and Cher, and delivers a psychedelic gem. I really cannot describe the many oddities of this album, it is truly an experience. Enter if you dare. Tiny Tim might fuck you up, but god bless him anyhow!