For the Weekend Warriors, Weirdos & Whackjobs - Issue #21
From gag orders to grief: an eclectic week in review
This week, Justin was busy vacuuming up half the Internet worth of public data so that his never-ending red stringboard can literally build a wool bridge to Modesto. He is now accepting donations of Marlboro Menthols, contact details within.
This week saw our always-ornery, Someone Else’s Lawyer and Justin, discuss jury gagging in an aptly named post: The Hunt - Chapter 11 - Overactive Gag Reflex. As always, in one of those “only in Stanislaus County” kind of ways, we walk you through the first steps of gumshoeing our way to a gag order that probably shouldn’t have been.
What Justin Listened To
Snap Judgement: Subterfuge (Apple Podcasts) - this is an absolutely wild story of journalistic espionage and we are here for it. Another recommendation from our volunteer investigator, Sarah G. (Jeez, Sarah save some for the rest of us), this will take you through the journey of journalists doing whatever it takes to get to the bottom of a story. I loved it.
From Kennedy’s Bookshelf
Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield
If you’re interested in themes of grief and the macabre, with a dash of body horror, “Our Wives Under the Sea” is a captivating read. While avoiding looking for a dense social psychology text, I spotted the orange cover in a sea of fiction. It wasn’t what I needed to be reading, but as procrastination goes, I started it later that night. It was late Friday, and as I finished it early Sunday, the spine was worn and my eyes were cloudy. The type of read that nags you to pick it back up, and not just because it’s sitting on your nightstand guilting you. It’s simply good. Grey and affecting, but good.
Description:
Miri thinks she has her wife back, when Leah finally returns after a deep-sea mission that ended in catastrophe. It soon becomes clear, though, that Leah is not the same. Whatever happened in that vessel, whatever it was they were supposed to be studying before they were stranded on the ocean floor, Leah has brought part of it back with her, onto dry land and into their home.
Available for purchase wherever you buy books. Visit the author’s website here.
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Now go put some reggae on, crack a beverage (or brew it, whatevsies), find something weird and we’ll catch you next week!
— Much Love From The Bullshit Hunting Crew