♫We're on the Road to Nowhere....♫

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Another day, another Talking Heads song. At least no ambulances were involved in the day's proceedings, and I left and came home once in the same car. But ultimately I wound up swinging way norther than I expected in my travels to the east, and I may be staring at a third straight day of heading at least partly that way tomorrow. In response to one prevalent theory, I replied thusly:

Forget retrograde. This past week’s been going like Mercury got shot into the sun and was replaced by a pissed off Krios Prime.

I began by picking up a certified order from a bankruptcy clerk. Although it's a Buffalo case, the Rochester clerk's office is empowered to put the pretty seal on the copy and take my money, and since I go through downtown Rachacha in my travels, it was less of a detour than going 12 miles and back to get it here.

Of course  I had to wait to get my copy because a pro se filer was ahead of me. (That's an unrepresented person filing their own bankruptcy, which is still done the old fashioned way with multiple paper copies and a money order paid over the counter.) But the clerks complimented him on what a good job he did, and it went quickly, but it reminded me of one of my appearances before a bankruptcy trustee back in the Before Times.

He called a case two ahead of mine. She had no lawyer, but the case had been flagged for review by his boss because the filing was too good. Every I dotted, every T crossed. This is often the sign of a lawyer taking a fee without taking responsibility. But she convinced him, and me, that she was just a hard-working soul who did her homework, did her research off the Dunkin’ Donuts Internet, and finished the job entirely on her own.

Then came the next case before mine, with a lawyer. There may have been some problems with I’s and the T’s but they got through them. After the tape stopped running, someone may have suggested to the lawyer that he hire that last person.

I recalled that story today to the trustee in question. He told me he had hearings today, one of which was pro se, and that the guy had also done an impeccable job. Lawyers on the calendar, not so much.

(And, lest you think I am immune to this, soon as I sent the certified order to the lawyer who referred it, they found a typo in it. It should be a no-harm-no-foul thing, but I won't be surprised if I'm going to be making that 12-mile trip into downtown B-lo to pick up a corrected one, on my own time and with another 11 bucks out of my own pocket:P)

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Or, maybe I'll just get it from the same office 70 miles away tomorrow.  For the main reason for my biggest detour was visiting a state court where I could not get a clerk to answer their phone despite numerous tries.  Since I had one stop not TOO far from that, I said, meh, I'll just stop in. Sure enough, they were there. Clerk was on the phone. No idea who's calling, since they never answer when I do. For my effort, I discovered that my client's case, pending since March, has been adjourned. To tomorrow night. I may be able to wriggle my way out of going back there, but until I do I have to count on it, and on wearing grownup clothes to the damn thing.

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They weren't the only ones creating a failyah ta camyoonikate.

Today was a deadline to file a response in something, that a client only reluctantly wanted to respond to. This date was intended as a backup, since we made an offer to settle the thing over a month ago.  No response to multiple emails, and a final call also got nowhere. So I had to sit down and file the response, which was complicated a bit by it being a massive lawsuit against literally hundreds of parties, only a few dozen paragraphs of which had anything to do with us.  The response took up six pages; the "confirmation notice," listing every other party whether they had a lawyer or not, was 47 pages long.

Watch. NOW I'll get a call back.

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None of which has anything to do with the Schitt's Creek icon.

We tried out the new eight-episode series from SC alumna Annie Murphy running on AMC, titled (only with ***s for the tv listings) Kevin Can Fuck Himself. 

I wanted to see what she did in a non-diva role. We bailed after about 15 minutes, because the sitcom scenes were unbearable and the others were too depressing.

Then I did some homework and discovered that that was the point. Apparently this is the new flavor of the month in premium cable, to dump you in the middle of some thing that isn’t what it really is. We were watching AlexisVision, or The Wicked Awesome Nevahs.

I have the cheap AMC trial through the duration of the series, and we can watch it for free when it airs on Sunday nights, so I may go back after reading more about where it is going. But it was a rough start, although I can’t say anything bad about her performance.

One odd thing about the setting is something I asked friends about here from the Commonwealth (God save it!). The show is supposedly set in Worcester, MA, but part of the opening episode plot is Annie’s character looking for their dream home, which makes a lot of mentions of Amherst. I’ve never lived in THAT Amherst but I’ve always considered Worcester to be an inseparable part of the universal Hub to the east, while Amherst is part of the same faraway “flyover“ part of Massachusetts that we are here to New York. Would it make sense from someone from that city to consider Amherst a viable option?  Some from those pahts said it was, others that it wasn't. At least one questioned whether "Wistah" really is an inseparable part of Greater Boston. Certainly this show implies it; it goes Full Chowdahead in at least the sitcom scenes. I expected George Wendt to stroll in and everyone would shout NORM!

Or maybe it's his sistah;)