They say they'll never find a juror who will pack up their lives for 2 months and live in a hotel. Really? Find me. I'll tell you a different story. So many people would easily pack up their lives and live in a hotel for two months, sans newspapers, sans cell phones, sans internet surfing. Never say never. Never assume there isn't somebody who will do something. They thought they'd never in a million years find somebody who hadn't heard of Michael Jackson's woes. And yet they did. Lots of people have the commitment to justice. Lots of people are registered voters but have nowhere to really call home that is so wonderful they wouldn't miss it for a month or two. There are millions, MILLIONS, of people in this country. I, for one, would be more than willing to take 8 weeks off work (and my company WOULD hold my job, as many companies would, don't kid yourselves), and sleep, and not have to feed the cats and my boyfriend, and not have to get up at 4:30 am to drive 55 miles to my office, and not have to put on stockings, or do laundry or grocery shop. Not that it's a vacation, but you get my point? I can do it. I can be on a jury for 8 weeks. I hate the damn cell phone anyway. Give me a few novels, crosswords, DVD player, and my own pillow in my private bed without anybody tugging at me for 20 hours a day. In exchange, I'll pay attention in court, I'll listen with an open mind, open heart, I'll be fair and honest and respectful and attentive. I'll do it. Defense, quit crying. Stop the USS Drama Queen from sailing. Honest to God. Give it a rest. Please.