The Pirate has jury duty this week. He's managed to dodge the bullet up until today. And now he's sitting in San Jose in the Hall of Justice. I had to physically restrain him from wearing his underwear on the outside and a cape, although it did occur to me that had I let him do so, he would certainly be home by lunchtime.

As it is, they're going to have a helluva time with that one tall guy in the back screaming "Keelhaul the bilge rat!" for every prospective defendant he's brought before.