From Bad to Worse
Sunday, January 21, 2007

Yes, it is the title of my shorter (but completed) fanfic (the one I gave Summer and Alan at D*C last year), but it applies to my life as of this weekend.

4 pm Thursday - Go to work, covering a bartending shift for Crystal, hoping to make at least some decent cashy-money.

8 pm Thursday - Most tips all night, both tables and bar guests, have been weak tea. A young groups sits down at the bar, the guys order large Bud Lights, girl a Diet Coke. I go to get the frosted mugs for the beer and the first one slips out of my hand. My instant reaction is to catch it before it hits the others, while it's instant reaction is to hit the others and break one off in a very sharp configuration. I am instantly aware that I have been cut deeper than I can ever remember, so I apply pressure and hurry to the kitchen, where I almost black out. Amazingly wonderful co-worker takes me to ER, talks and jokes with me through it all, and even manages to take pictures and video on her phone while doc is stitching me up (I am hoping to get copies). Doc was cool too, goofy Scottish looking guy, knew his trade. As stitching was being done, I had my eye on the TV, which had been left on the Lifetime channel from the room's previous occupant. A movie was coming on, and who's name did I see in the credits but our own Jewel Staite! I had seen the movie before (I watched a lot of Lifetime with Ami, a lot). I went back to work, Heather had taken over bar but Crystal was coming back in. *sigh* I go home and zonk out.

5:30 am Friday - the Yeti is awakened by faithful pet PJ barking and goes to determine source of canine agitation (was sleeping in to take most of Friday off due to hurt finger). Opened the door,

"James Spettel?"

incomprehensible affirmative noise

"We have a warrant for your arrest."

I know that we have all heard the line countless times in movies and on TV, but let me assure you that it takes on a whole new context when it is being spoken to you. They let me get dressed and get my contacts in and get my wallet. During this time I asked what the warrant was for, and was told: Terroristic Threats and Acts (felony). I was cuffed and taken to various holding facilities until I could be transferred to the Laurens County Sheriff's Dept (once again). I got there in time to have a bologna sandwich. I was given a bond that day (they said it wouldn't be until Saturday morning), so I called my dad back and let him know. He came and got me right after dinner, which I didn't eat.

We returned to Warner Robins, and ate at the Hooters here (the girls aren't as enticing as some of the other stores I have been in, but they have a Red, and I was in dire need of a beer and something fried and tossed in buffalo sauce).

I spent Saturday relaxing and most of today in Atlanta, which I will document later, as it is late and I need rest for work tomorrow. I will be around my work e-mail, james dot spettel at robins dot af dot mil, but I might not be on the FFF or the 76th boards until I get off.

If something doesn't actually kill me in the next 9 days I will be very surprised.

One positive thing I pondered this weekend - if my life ever includes winning it big in a lottery, I have decided that in addition to taking everyone on a Browncoat cruise, I want to build a to-scale replica of our favorite Firefly-class transport. Wouldn't it be a fun place for a shindig?


Monday, January 22, 2007 9:25 AM


"Terroristic Threats" sounds like it would be protected by freedom of speech . As for the acts... I'm sure you're just as confused as the rest of us. Don't make no sense.


Monday, January 22, 2007 6:25 AM


Oh, that's...."Terroristic Threats and Acts"?!?!...I mean, holy...who the fuck thinks you want blow something up or some such?!?!

RIMG, know this: if the real-life Alliance wants to take ya down, you got us behind ya. The ladies and gents of the 76th, the fine bunch of Rubens that hang out at the Blue Sun Room...hell, any Browncoat worth their salt is behind ya!


Monday, January 22, 2007 5:23 AM


Are you serious?? I mean the stitches are bad enough (you poor thing), but being arrested and for "Terroristic Threats"! WTF!! I'm so sorry hun! Hugs being sent to you till I can give ya real ones at D*C. Keep us all posted.

Monday, January 22, 2007 4:35 AM


:( what the hell??! aww river, im sorry. i hope everything gets sorted out.

Monday, January 22, 2007 4:26 AM


Damn, RIMG! I got nothin', except to offer big manly hugs and hopes that this go se will stop happening to you.

Monday, January 22, 2007 3:17 AM


My wonderful Yeti- we must do something about this curse you're under.Strawberry Polar bear hugs to you.

Monday, January 22, 2007 12:44 AM


O.O Bloody hell.. 'Terroristic threats and acts?' O.o That's insane..

It sounds like you've been stitched up big time.. Whatever the case, I hope this ongoing crazy situation is resolved, and quick snap.

We're holding until you get back Riv.

Sunday, January 21, 2007 11:36 PM


What the Fk???? I never use that expression but I really mean it - are they truely in the brainpan??? You have been set up my friend - unless you can claim to bear hug the country to death I don't see how they ever could have arrived at that conclusion...???

And how is your poor hand - you were probably in shock from that when they came for you - Oh! I wanna find out who is behind this - they will not be safe - believe me!!!

Arrested???? For some fing st fantasy that some FWit has come up with or just some moronic mistaken identity??? What the hell is the world coming to???

More huggles - kaola cuddles and bear hugs than you know what to do with Jimi-bear!! I am sending you the biggest bestest most positive vibes and prayers and sending whoever Fd this all up the nastiest case of food poinsoning ever !!!

Sunday, January 21, 2007 8:28 PM


"Terroristic Threats and Acts"?!?!?!? WTF?? Seriously, that is... is there a word strong enough? Ah yes, "fucked up".
I'm sorry, Jimi-bear. I hope it all gets sorted and you can come home soon.


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