Ouisch

Wanna see an entitled squatter who will make your blood boil? I wish the homeowner would've taken this case to Judge Judy, it has all the classic JJ elements: squatter is collecting SS disability but won't reveal the nature of his/her disability; she admits on-camera that she's stealing electricity from a neighbor's house, and she's on probation. Yet she insists that it's now her house, 'cause, well, a lot of people on the block are squatters and they support her!

Sam returning to Carol after her threat reminds me of my own Dad, who was as cantankerous and crotchety as they come....but yet for some reason a handful of the young boys (two of which I know came from divorced homes - still something of a rarity in our neighborhood back in the 1970s - where the dad no longer lived at home) on our block still came to hang out while he was working on cars in our driveway or working in the garage. He fixed their bicycles and their skateboards and sometimes let them help with what he was doing, but he was NOT a patient or nurturing person. He always hollered, never gently corrected. My only thought is that maybe he was giving the kids some sort of attention (and discipline, since some of them had mouths like sailors - at age seven or eight - and he'd yell at them to not come around if they were going to talk like that) that they were lacking at home. So if Sam isn't intimidated by Carol's threats, and keeps returning because at the very least she listens to him, even if it's only to chastise him, it may be an indicator that all is not well in his home.

A 20-year-old Lincoln Town Car is just that: old. Not "classic." Collectors go for those big, boxy models from the 1970s and earlier. I'm still trying to figure out how someone can take out a restraining order on another person who lives in the same house. They promise not to bump into one another in the hallway en route to the bathroom or something?

I wasn't particularly invested in Noah at first, particularly since he led them to his old neighborhood only to get Tyreese killed. But last night when he was talking to Reg and getting excited about learning engineering and architecture - planning a future other than mopping hospital floors and trying not to get beat up by the Grady gorillas - well, his death just made me extra-sad.

She was in Abraham's bed. You could see her in the mirror when he was washing his face at the sink (before he reported for Wall Duty).

Father Gabriel made a big deal out of burning his collar a few weeks ago, and now he's got a new one? Do they keep spares in the Free Zone?

The girlfriend in the leaky fish tank case just frustrated me all to heck because she couldn't seem to form even one coherent sentence! It was always a mish-mash of "well, it was like, y'know in the afternoon, like around 6 o'clock, y'know" accompanied by a variety of hand gestures intended to further explain what on earth she was talking about. Was it afternoon or evening when she went to the father's house? Did she chat with him and his lady friend in the kitchen or outside at the picnic table over a beer? Oy!!

{{{hugs}}} Toaster I went through a similar situation with my Dad (age 85 at the time) when he had what turned out to be a heart attack and was on a respirator, left with only 15% heart function, kidneys failing, etc. Our family was called into that "special" waiting room where the doctor lays out the proverbial cards on the table and has a "Do Not Resuscitate" form in his hand. One thing I advise to all my fellow Previously TVers - make your wishes known to family members should you end up on life support one day. My Mom has told us for years that if it came down to that, pull the plug, etc, but Dad would never discuss the topic, so we were torn. (As it turned out, he rallied unexpectedly, was moved out of ICU and we were spared that crucial decision.) Back to the topic at hand....I was trying to figure out why the Plaintiff in the Pomeranian mauled by Rags case reminded me of a Barbie doll - must've been the iris-enhancing contact lenses! In the case of The twitchy ex-girlfriend with the wonky teeth whose dog escaped and was returned to her ex's daughter, I thought that she'd been the victim of some sort of accident that chipped her front teeth. My kid brother got hit in the mouth by a playground swing and ended up with similar tooth damage. He has had to have it re-repaired many times over the years - the tooth bonding repair thing the dentist did seemed to last a few years and then would fall off and had to be replaced. When brother was an adult and his teeth were fully developed and he had a job that included dental insurance he got porcelain restorations. But overall, what a stupid case! That poor dog, the innocent victim in the long-simmering resentment of the First Wife and her daughter. Pooch had been living with Chippy Teeth for what, four years? and was expected to readjust to a new home (filled with an assortment of rescue animals) out of spite?

I worked in the steel industry for 20 years, so it caught my ear when Aaron mentioned that they had cold-rolled steel beams supporting their walls. An odd way to describe the beams if you're not in the industry. And, by the way Aaron, hot rolled steel is used to make I-Beams. Cold rolled is more expensive and is used in applications where a very good surface is required (like exterior painted automotive parts). Also, he worked in Niger and pronounced it "NI-ger" with a long I. Certainly in all the time he was there someone must've told him it is pronounced "nee-ZHER". So I don't know if those were two things the writers threw in to tip us off that Aaron is making stuff up, or was it just a case of the writers not doing their homework.

Aaron assured Rick that in his "community" no one would hear Judith's cries outside the gates, but yet Rick and Company could hear children laughing and playing from outside the gates.

Here's something totally trivial that I noticed in this episode - the positioning of Maggie's wedding set kept changing. At the beginning her engagement ring was on the bottom and the wedding band was on top. When she found the Mafia snitch in the trunk, the wedding band was on the bottom and the engagement ring on top. When she was bonding with Sasha over the sunrise, the rings had switched back again. I did get a little teary when Daryl handed Maggie the music box after he fixed it. Such an un-Daryl like thing to do - music box repair, I mean.

On a recent episode there was a close up when Byrd was handing off his pen to the defendant and explaining where to sign. Then I spotted it - his name emblazoned in capital letters on the barrel. Officer Byrd has personalized pens!

I just couldn't buy into the whole "We;re fulfilling Beth's final wish by going to Richmond" business. She knew Noah for what, a week or so? She didn't know if anyone else from her original group was alive besides Daryl. So at the hospital she casually mentioned to Noah (after he described his old neighborhood) "Sure, if we get out, I'll go with you there." It wasn't like her heartfelt quest or anything. Washington is a mistake IMHO. I think any large place with a huge group of people is dangerous right now. Resources will be stretched too thin, and eventually (especially if there are hordes of military men) there will eventually be a similar scenario that we saw at Grady Memorial - the women are here to satisfy our animal lust. (I still remember the Tailhook Scandal). Odds are that when the ZA first broke out, the President and all Essential Personnel were spirited out of DC anyway to some safe harbor (Guantanmo, perhaps?). I think our crew would be better off finding another place where they can stay for a while, build their own community, fish, hunt, grow crops. Savannah would've been nice - on the ocean, lots of gated communities, winters not too harsh.

Why was Glenn riding with Rick and company instead of in the other vehicle, comforting his grieving wife?

The fractured skull special care facility case made me very sad. The defendant seemed so sincere and empathetic; he seems he actually cares about his clients (and he always referred to his charges as "clients", not "patients" or anything else) in what is a very trying and thankless job. The plaintiff seemed more of the "they didn't have no proof" variety of worker - someone who knows how much he can get away with on the job. They don't pay him enough to take care of non-cooperative patients. Defendant reminded me of James, one of the staff members who helped care for my Dad while he was in a residential care facility. Dad was 87 at the time and curmudgeonly (to put it politely) when he was in good health. After his second heart attack and resultant severely reduced heart function, he was Hitler with a hangover. James was unflappable in the face of Dad's crankiness, and told Mom and me with a smile that "I call him 'King George', 'cause he's always giving me orders." One night when I was visiting a different staff member was trying to help Dad up out of bed and into his walker and Dad barked at her "Where's James?!! James knows how to do this the right way!!" I asked James once how many Valiums it took him to get through a shift if all of his patients were like Dad. He smiled and told me that I needed to be more understanding and patient with elderly people. I thank God for all the Defendants (sorry I can't recall the name of the gentleman in this case) and James of the world, who are willing to do so much for so very little (paycheck-wise).

Father suing son kinda lost my sympathy when he told JJ that after his wife's death he was "beyond grief" and, as a result, had to find a new "companion" ASAP. In my experience, it's always the men (especially older ones) who seem to need a new companion after their wife dies, more so if they were married for many years. My father-in-law had been married 50 years when his wife passed; about one year later he's "keeping company" with some new lady in his life. My Dad passed away in 2011, and Mom is still happily single (they'd been married 51 years). She theorizes that widowers remarry so quickly is because they don't like having to cook and clean and take care of themselves. I know the Googly-Eyed Lady with the Bangs y'all are referring to in the audience; in fact, Mr. Ouisch (who only occasionally watches with me) pointed her out to me one day. "What the hell is up with that weird-looking broad?" he asked, with his usual flair for insightful character analysis. Overall today's cases were a little meh; I'm looking forward to some intrigue with the African Princess case tomorrow.

I always record JJ and then watch it lat in the evening while Mr. Ouisch works next door on his laptop at the kitchen table. (He can hear the dialogue, but I guess blocks most of it out; that is, until the announcer asks "Are you looking for justice?" Then he'll reply "Yes I am!") Once the second ep ends, he figures it's safe to enter the living room and then we watch a movie or something together. But last night about 1/4 the way through the Mayer Landy case, Mr. Ouisch dashed into the living room and said "I've just gotta see this!" Mayer Landy (whose name kept reminding me of Meyer Lansky) seems to have a sense of humor - that business he's owned since 1977 is called The LandyMan Can. (Honest. I'm not making that up.) Oh, and Jami has since opened her own business in the same industry in the same metro area, which supports Landy's claim that she was stealing clients.

This must be one of the times Mayer Landy had to give Miss Jami Crackhead some bail money. She doesn't look quite as hot in her mug shot. According to the local court docket, his case against her in small claims court will be heard next week. After 10 years of $60 touches, Mr. Landy is awfully bitter and vengeful suddenly.

I must admit that during the Jackson v Lloyd case, I was equally mesmerized by the Plaintiff's Barney Google eyes and the Defendant's extra-wide necktie. Yeah, his outfit was dapper and color-coordinated, but, man, that tie knot was as wide as his jawline!

Never been to FOR-MAN MILLS, but like someone mentioned above, that's mainly because I don't want to risk getting carjacked. Or worse. I literally gagged when the Boss stuck his gloved finger in his mouth right after touching the floor he'd just described as being soaked with urine.

I totally believed poor hapless LaQuan's version of the events...sad to say that not many estranged fathers these days would take the trouble to hitch a ride to BabyMama's house late at night after working overtime just to get the candy and snacks for a school party the next day (which BabyMama neglected to do despite having all the time in the world, since she doesn't work). Heck, I can't picture my own Dad, who lived with us and was married to my Mom for 51 years, cheerfully running out to the Piggly Wiggly at 11:30PM for a bag of candy miniatures. I give LaQuan props for being such a dedicated Daddy.Poor guy, the lines were long at the Village Pantry, or maybe the night time cashier hit a wrong key and had to figure out how to clear the computerized cash register....in any case, he didn't return home quickly enough to suit his ex, who was hopped up on liquor. Since it took him much too long, in her estimation, to return home with the assigned treats, he'd obviously been out canoodling with some Other Woman (even though LaQuan is no longer her Boo...it's the principle of the thing).She didn't mean to destroy her own truck with that bat, it was just that LaQuan wasn't man enough to exit the vehicle to feel the wrath of her metal bat.And the only defense Plaintiff's over-protective and elegantly coifed mother could provide was that "I heard him say that he'd pay for the damage....."

I was SO looking forward to hearing Jeremy Bortle's story in the hallterview only to get bum-rushed directly to the next case. Something was up with him; he referred to the singular plaintiff (with no witnesses on the side) as "they" when trying to explain the forged check. That plus all of his constant posturing and posing and the girlfriend/nice lady who handles his paperwork....there was definitely a lot more to his story.

Some fun Frasier facts via Mental Floss.

Darn, we only had one episode here today, the one with the Cat Breeder and the ADHD girl. Her fiance seemed intelligent and very articulate, although it seemed as if he had a slight speech impediment or delay. What happened with the other case - the one where Byrd got strict with one of the litigants?

One of our recent reruns was Miss Aja somebody.....the chinless plaintiff suing the landlord she rented space from for "about" four weeks. Aja and her husband and three children rented the upper portion of a home, IIRC, and then their landlords - for no reason whatsoever, of course - removed their furniture and even the shower curtain and attempted to evict them. What really made me laugh about this case was the hallterview - in response to the landlord/defendant's claim that plaintiff did drugs and often passed out, leaving her kids unattended to scream for hours, Aja stated categorically that "I've never blacked out in front of my kids."