Just click play…

As always…I must be off.

Just click play…

Sadly, for me that is not the case…

With distractions at every turn it gets harder and harder to stay focused on one thing longer than it takes to get out of bed.

Getting out of bed is one thing that does take longer these days…

The first iPhone I got was a couple months after they were released. The thinking then was that even at five hundred dollars it was still cheaper than a new laptop. Besides, I would have access to the Internet anywhere there was a cell signal.

Right on both counts…

But the down side to ubiquitous Internet and a plethora of apps is deciding exactly what to do with it.

After a while you get the feeling you’re missing out on something and find yourself in hot pursuit of the next big thing. Even while people are trying to talk to you in person.

For Gods sake can’t they tell I’m busy…how rude of them trying to have a real conversation while I’m trying to follow all my peeps on twitter and Facebook.

Not to mention the endless Googling for important information…

What…? Did you say something…?

Hence, the lack of patience. Mostly with myself because I’ve become trapped, a prisoner of all things immediate and as a consequence find myself missing out on real life.

Too many distractions too much time wasted on what magnitude earthquake just hit Sumatra and missing the cute little smile my new granddaughter just made. When I should have the camera app cued up so as to take a snapshot of that cute smile.

Somebody stop me…

All things can be good in moderation. It just seems that technology lends itself to needing intervention rather than being used for good.

Like a six year old still sucking on a pacifier in public. Watching people with their smartphones tapping away constantly to God knows who and why is just as disconcerting.

We each have our weaknesses…the hard part is keeping them in check.

Sorry this post ran down so many rabbit holes…the latest stock quotes were coming across the ticker.

As always…I must be off.

Between nine this morning and four this afternoon was some of the most painfully boring yet interesting hours I’ve experienced in a long time.

Over one hundred sixty citizens answered the call and only thirty three were chosen. Of that thirty three only fifteen will actually serve. Twelve jurors and three alternates.

Getting to the final fifteen was a real civics lesson…

I’m not sure though if what transpired today is exactly what the founding fathers had in mind.

The prosecution and the defense each had three attorneys. Each team had their respective investigators numbering around seven total. There were the judge, bailiffs, clerks and sheriff deputies in attendance as well. All of them paid by tax dollars in one form or the other.

All there along with the rest of us because of one idiot that ‘allegedly’ shot his parents. A double tap to the head on his father and a single tap to the head on his mom. Both shot with a .45 that has yet to be recovered, he’s also charged with ‘tampering with physical evidence’ for ditching the gun.

Today was all about culling down the jury to the most impartial panelists that the prosecution and defense could both agree on.

Getting there was both tedious and enlightening…

The prosecution seemed pretty sure of their evidence. The defense seemed just as sure they could pick it apart.

The edification on certain matters by the judge and finally the dull, wanting to be menacing, stares from the sheriff deputies.

Just a brief debrief of what I witnessed/suffered through today…

It wasn’t a total loss…I think the court will pay me twelve dollars for my participation.

Yippee…

As always…I must be off.