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Post by carrickfergus on Apr 6, 2017 20:05:03 GMT -5
Of all the unbelievably cool things that come out in this forum, Pixie's post about Duane Allman's practicing has to be one of the absolute coolest. Respectfully, LTB Glad you enjoyed it. Duane would always sit on the left hand side of the sofa in the living room with an unplugged electric guitar strapped around his neck. Can't remember if it was a Fender or a Gibson. He would carry on a conversation without missing a note. Seems as though there was a record player to his left on a table next to the sofa. Or maybe it was on the floor? Been too long ago for me to remember. Wherever he went in the house, the guitar would go with him, even to the bathroom. In later years I often wondered if he slept with it strapped on. Probably so. I have heard others comment on the ever present guitar, as well. While Duane would always be in the house working with the guitar, Greg was never there. According to Duane, Greg was always "surfing" when we would ask where he was. I think there was more to it than that, and Duane was covering for his little brother. Pixie there aren't enough thumbs up to give this post due credit....
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Post by Gaidin on Apr 6, 2017 20:18:19 GMT -5
So, the prankee walks into his office this morning, pauses at this door as he takes in the pictures strewn throughout his office and reads the ransom note. Then loudly enough for the entire section of the office to hear, he quotes the movie Wyatt Earp, "Tell them I'm coming and hell is coming with me." Then he proceeds to mutter under his breath for about 15 minutes. As office mates "randomly" wander by, he threatens revenge against each one. Of course, they protest their innocence and he says that he is "ISIS and everybody is a target now". The culprits, whom he really suspects for both the dog and the heaters, are located in a section of the office across the hallway. They are of course buttoned down, with all of their offices locked when they leave the office. So at random times throughout the morning, he walks into their section and they all scramble back to their office to lock the door. If they are in their office, he walks up to the door, leans against the jamb and looks around their office while making notes on a legal pad, without uttering a word. Needless to say, that makes them nervous as hell. Just before lunch, I stuck my head in his office to tell him I was going to the gym for lunch if anybody was looking for me and I found him standing on his desk. He tells me that since they are all locked up across the hall, he is seeing if he can crawl through the ceiling to get in their office. By late afternoon, he tells me that he is pretty sure which office has his dog statute. This thing is apparently a collectible and he has made it clear to them that the statute is valuable. So, he is going to steal it back and make them think they lost a $500 collectible. He plans to come in over the weekend with a ladder, crawl through the ceiling tile into that office and steal his dog back without them knowing it. Nothing will go wrong with that. Oh, I forgot to mention. They printed out pictures of his dog statute and put the paper back into his printer so that every time he prints something, there is a picture of it on the back of the page. This is epic story and you need to keep is aprised of further development. One small correction Tombstone is the movie where Wyatt Earp says "Tell them I'm coming and Hell is coming with me." Wyatt Earp the movie was less entertaining and not as melodramatic.
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Post by bayou on Apr 6, 2017 20:37:38 GMT -5
Both of those movies came out around the same time and I am forever getting the titles confused.
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Post by goldenretrievermom on Apr 6, 2017 21:00:00 GMT -5
Why not? We have threads about job satisfaction, what better insight for would be ALJs than the type of day to day office politics they are likely to encounter?I'm an ALJ hopeful, outsider, awaiting 2017 NORs. I saw the post immediately prior to its removal. It was clearly not meant for public consumption. All offices have politics that are not aired on a public forum, and the "rationale" offered above is no rationale at all. This Board offers tremendous insight about the ALJ process that is helpful to Board members and lurkers alike. Pixie is charged with the thankless task of keeping it running smoothly and appropriately--for our continued benefit. It doesn't matter who or where she is, and while I have no clue as to the answer, the humor in the hijacked thread was a relief. Sorry but I question the judgment/motive of anyone who would question Pixie's judgment for removing any post, and that one in particular. And Bayou's comments are, as usual, spot on.
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Post by acttwo on Apr 7, 2017 14:18:16 GMT -5
So, the prankee walks into his office ... Oh, I forgot to mention. They printed out pictures of his dog statute and put the paper back into his printer so that every time he prints something, there is a picture of it on the back of the page. Ok, now I have to add you, Bayou, to the list of folks [well, until now folk, i.e., Gary] whose posts I cannot read while trying to get lunch. Between you and Gary, I will lose weight or choke laughing.
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Post by mcb on Apr 7, 2017 15:02:19 GMT -5
Glad you enjoyed it. Duane would always sit on the left hand side of the sofa in the living room with an unplugged electric guitar strapped around his neck. Can't remember if it was a Fender or a Gibson. He would carry on a conversation without missing a note. Seems as though there was a record player to his left on a table next to the sofa. Or maybe it was on the floor? Been too long ago for me to remember. Wherever he went in the house, the guitar would go with him, even to the bathroom. In later years I often wondered if he slept with it strapped on. Probably so. I have heard others comment on the ever present guitar, as well. While Duane would always be in the house working with the guitar, Greg was never there. According to Duane, Greg was always "surfing" when we would ask where he was. I think there was more to it than that, and Duane was covering for his little brother. Pixie Pixie thanks for sharing this. They were pretty special for a time when they were all together and he was unmatched. I am going to listen to Eat a Peach first thing tomorrow morning to start my day. Great band. Their late 60s/early 70s stuff is phenomenal. AINT WAISTIN' TIME NO MORE playin' in the background right now.
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Post by bayou on Apr 7, 2017 15:02:53 GMT -5
So, the prankee walks into his office ... Oh, I forgot to mention. They printed out pictures of his dog statute and put the paper back into his printer so that every time he prints something, there is a picture of it on the back of the page. Ok, now I have to add you, Bayou, to the list of folks [well, until now folk, i.e., Gary] whose posts I cannot read while trying to get lunch. Between you and Gary, I will lose weight or choke laughing. Well, there is a difference. Gary is funny. I'm just telling a funny story.
I've been busy today, so I haven't been able to keep up with the tomfoolery. However, he did walk into my office just after lunch and said, "you may need to talk me off the ledge." At the time, he was holding two of those bags of colored cornstarch they use at color runs.
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Post by nylawyer on Apr 7, 2017 15:39:17 GMT -5
So, the prankee walks into his office this morning, pauses at this door as he takes in the pictures strewn throughout his office and reads the ransom note. Then loudly enough for the entire section of the office to hear, he quotes the movie Wyatt Earp, "Tell them I'm coming and hell is coming with me." Then he proceeds to mutter under his breath for about 15 minutes. As office mates "randomly" wander by, he threatens revenge against each one. Of course, they protest their innocence and he says that he is "ISIS and everybody is a target now". The culprits, whom he really suspects for both the dog and the heaters, are located in a section of the office across the hallway. They are of course buttoned down, with all of their offices locked when they leave the office. So at random times throughout the morning, he walks into their section and they all scramble back to their office to lock the door. If they are in their office, he walks up to the door, leans against the jamb and looks around their office while making notes on a legal pad, without uttering a word. Needless to say, that makes them nervous as hell. Just before lunch, I stuck my head in his office to tell him I was going to the gym for lunch if anybody was looking for me and I found him standing on his desk. He tells me that since they are all locked up across the hall, he is seeing if he can crawl through the ceiling to get in their office. By late afternoon, he tells me that he is pretty sure which office has his dog statute. This thing is apparently a collectible and he has made it clear to them that the statute is valuable. So, he is going to steal it back and make them think they lost a $500 collectible. He plans to come in over the weekend with a ladder, crawl through the ceiling tile into that office and steal his dog back without them knowing it. Nothing will go wrong with that. Oh, I forgot to mention. They printed out pictures of his dog statute and put the paper back into his printer so that every time he prints something, there is a picture of it on the back of the page. On a totally unrelated note, does anyone know what percentage of the day an individual is expected to be on task? (he said as he typed onto his phone during work hours...)
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Post by Pixie on Apr 7, 2017 16:17:40 GMT -5
88.24%
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Post by bayou on Apr 7, 2017 20:29:46 GMT -5
Quite frankly, it took longer to type out the posts than it did to engage in the frivolity. Regardless, it is a closed loop, trust me. All this isn't typical anyway.
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Post by seeker7 on May 27, 2017 16:07:35 GMT -5
I believe it is absolutely proper to edit these posts as was done in this case. It is not a matter of "protecting anyone"; rather, this forum is not the place to air information that could form the basis for a challenge of any particular decision. This forum should be, for the most part, about how to apply for an ALJ position and, if selected, how to comport oneself as an ALJ. Of course, the occasional swipe at trade schools in New Haven, CT, and Chapel Hill, NC, areĀ is welcome. The music thread (and note to Pixie and others: I actually saw Duane Allman in concert at the Arena in Richmond, Virginia, shortly before the motorcycle accident) is also good for general knowledge. But I return: Let us try to keep this focused on becoming a judge and, once there, the business of judging. Respectfully, Tom B Off-topic perhaps and certainly a delayed reaction as I just saw this post, but I don't understand the reference to "trade schools" in New Haven and C'hill--are you perchance a dookie law school grad? There may very well be law schools in NC that teach primarily to the bar, but the one at UNC-CH is not one of them. GO HEELS!!
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