Don't Judge Me

So I'm sitting here watching Letterman, realizing it's been a long time since my last post, and it occurs to me that I have plenty of time to do one right now. Lucky everyone. So back after a shortishly-long hiatus, here I am. What to talk about, what to talk about. Well, speaking of Letterman, one of my favorite supermodels (I consider myself something of a connoisseur), Marisa Miller, is going to be on tonight. This excites me very much. She's the kind of gorgeous that necessitates magazines such as Sports Illustrated Swimsuit just to document proof that women who look like her exist in the real world. Rather than just inside of the heads of men all over the world. She's unbelievably beautiful. However, as I write that it occurs to me that the word beautiful is thrown around too much to do her justice. Women like her deserve their own term. Since I'm not busy and I care so much, I'll come up with a word for her right now. I know what you're thinking, but scrumtrulescent is already taken. Great word though. But my new word has to sound sexy, desirable and its gotta be fun to say. Well I'm going to need a minute to think of something, so we'll come back to that.

I went to court today. I went to court because I have a seemingly inherent inability to obey traffic laws. I'll admit it. I've been driving for about 7 years now and I'm not sure a day has gone by that I drove an automobile and managed not to break at least one law in some way. I drive too fast, I accelerate quickly, I change lanes suddenly and without using a signal and that's just on a normal day. Over the years with my friends I've done some truly dangerous stuff and some admittedly stupid stuff as well. That having been said, I never, ever get caught for doing the really dumb shit. My luck dictates that after I get off a motorcycle that I just maxed out on the highway at 160mph, I'll get pulled over in a Toyota Tercel doing 48 in a 40 on my way to the grocery store. I know, I shouldn't complain about getting picked up for the "little" infraction rather than something that could land me in jail, it just seems ridiculous and pointless somehow. Anyway, I was visiting my friendly neighborhood courthouse today because back in November I allegedly ran a red light in plain sight of a police officer. I, of course, thought I made the yellow and he clearly didn't. Anyway, I have plenty of experience with tickets, and I always fight them. I encourage you to do the same. Why? Two reasons: 1) It always takes a few months before your court date and that means a delay before you have to pay the fine. 2) You never know, you might get lucky. If you don't believe me I'll put my own experience out there for you. I don't remember the exact number but off the top of my head I believe this was the 7th or 8th time I've been to court to fight a ticket. Of those 7 or 8 tickets I have paid 2 and half of a 3rd. Yup, Fuck Tha Po-lice.

This has been a long preamble to arrive at my main point. Traffic court sucks. I've never done anything (well, never been caught doing anything) worthy of placing me in a criminal court, so I have no experience there. But at traffic court it's just you, the cop and the judge. Generally speaking, the officer is an idiot. I know, I know, but this isn't just cop hate. They never really help you because they almost never manage to answer even the most basic questions appropriately. Not to mention, at this point they're powerless. The judge is the one who decides whether you leave elated or infuriated. So you try to explain your argument to the judge to avoid paying the ticket. The problem is, it's a one sided argument. You bitch about how wrong the cop is, and the judge just stares at you blankly. Then, after you're done, it's the judges turn. It invariably involves a lecture about how wrong you were and how and why to be more safe in the future. But this is the first you get to hear the judges side and you aren't allowed to argue. As an example, I've got some excerpts from my court appearance today. These aren't direct quotes but they'll give you an idea of what I'm talking about.

Judge: After she completely misinterpreted a crucial fact in the case (as was admitted by the officer after her decision), I attempt to correct her. "You'll sit there quietly, this is not a discussion. I'm going to talk now." Sweet, thanks.

About my argument that in this instance it was better to continue through the intersection than slam on my brakes and slide into the middle of it: "It is ALWAYS a safer, better decision to lock up your brakes and come to a stop in the middle of an intersection than fly through it. Cars are made to be hit in the front and to be hit in the rear. They aren't made to be hit in the sides." Gee, I thought cars were made to be driven. Besides, wouldn't stopping in an intersection create a perfect T-bone situation?

Finally coming to her conclusion: "It doesn't matter that there were no other cars around, somebody could have hit you. This is a dangerous habit to form." That's a head scratcher.

Anyway, needless to say I lost the case. Which is fine. Even though I didn't put anybody in danger, it's perfectly possible that I didn't make the light and I flew through a red light. What I can't stand is the condescending demeanor with which I was treated and the judge's ability to be an idiot while overruling any argument I might make, regardless of its legitimacy. The judge didn't know what she was talking about, but that didn't matter. She is beyond reproach. Which is fortunate for her, because she was the John Madden of jurisprudence. Except that instead of pointing out the incredibly obvious, she pointed out the incredibly stupid and illogical.

Anyway, sorry to vent to you after being gone so long but what can I say, I'm selfish as hell. I really should be going now, it looks like the ultrabangasmic Marisa Miller is about to make her appearance. Oh, you like my new word? Yeah, me too. I decided to abandon the sexy part and just make it juvenile and awesome. I think I succeeded. But please, resist the urge to use this fantastic new phrase for everything you think is cool or desirable. If you do that, it will lose its very special meaning. And I'll have to come up with yet another word, which is something nobody wants. Have an ultrabangasmic week.

-Huh, what's that? Fuck you. I invented the word, I'll use it as much as I damn well please-