What do all of these things have in common? Nothing.

Jury duty? How could I possibly get picked for jury duty? I always assumed that because of my horrid history as a human (and American) and lack of interest in helping decide the political hierarchy of this country, I was excluded from jury duty. I made it almost 40 years without getting picked, how could I assume anything else. I first received my notice in the mail at 8pm on a Friday evening. 12 hours later, Saturday morning, I was getting on a plane to leave the country for 3 weeks. I had no time or way to let the illustrious Cecil County court system know that I could not attend Guilty-Fest 2012. I paniced, and then sent the paperwork to  a young brother that used to go by the name of BT. Thankfully, he handled the situation for me. That does not change the fact that I traveled for 3 weeks in Europe and Africa with the fear of reentering the country and being taken into custody for crimes against the motherland. BT handled the situation and I was assigned new dates, simple enough. Those dates were this past week, around my birfday, lucky me. I ended up only having to go 1 day, Monday, and was dismissed by 11am. Hardly any inconvenience in my life because of jury duty. I feel like I got off pretty lucky. I never would have been picked for anything serious. I had a fairly insane, ludicrous, racial, sexist, ageist rant planned in case of emergency. This is now the second time in recent memory that I wasted an opportunity to live the life dream of shouting “No further questions!” in open court. Hopefully someday…

Primus in 3D was a truly life changing experience. Not only was it a long time since I have been out to a concert, but it was one of my all time favorites to rekindle my flame. The tour was called The 3D Tour. Who knew what to expect? Not me considering I didn’t even know it was called The 3D tour until the drive to the show. King of Mobius Matt told me during that drive that he was purposefully ignoring news about the tour so to be surprised. We were handed 3D glasses as we entered and there was a giant screen behind the band that had nonsensical 3D cartoons playing all night to correspond with the songs. Extremely artistic and elegant to watch! My single complaint is that there was absolutely no front lighting because of the screen. You could hardly see the band at all. Half of the fun of a Primus show for me was watching Les Claypool. That man treats a bass guitar like I have never seen any other object treated, anywhere. Picture a lumberjack in the Redwood Forest with an axe. Now picture that the oldest and largest tree in the Redwoods insulted that lumberjack’s mother. That scenario would be nothing compared to the abuse a Les Claypool bass guitar suffers. After that night I decided I want to live my entire life in three dimensions. No more of this pitiful two-dimensional world for me. I’m tired of living my life like a paper thin cardboard cutout.

Went out with Wifey to the Delaware Theater the other night. It was a celebration of 15 years since the day we first met. I thought it was only 3 year, but she swears it’s 15. They currently have a play running titled The Outgoing Tide. Just stupendous. I enjoyed every minute. It only had 3 actors, Olivia Walton, The Trinity Killer’s son, and Peter Strauss. All accredited television actors as well as theater. They were marvelous, so glad we went. It was a great story that both tugged at my nonexistent heartstrings as well as had me (literally) El Oh El’ing throughout. Great job Delaware Theater Company.

I grabbed a few pictures of the Wilmington Riverwalk after sunset and before the play. A couple turned out very nice in my opinion. Quite a fun, event filled week for Team Sellers. Lucky for Cecil County criminals that jury duty did not hinder or interfere with our plans.