DC Trawler

Today Is My Second Round Of Mediation With The State Department Over The Matter Of My Shattered Knee

I told you about round 1 here and here. Either you know the whole story or you don’t care. If it’s the latter, feel free to stop reading right here.

Round 2 is today at 3:00, and I’ll be participating by phone. I drove to DC 10 days ago for round 1, but they’re not making me do that again. I’m cautiously optimistic, but I don’t want to make any predictions. Nothing that’s happened since February 3, 2010 has gone the way I’ve expected. Like the man said: “A plan is just a list of things that don’t happen.”

In the meantime, I’ll try to be as “Jim Treacher” as I can. But if I seem a bit preoccupied, that’s why.

Speaking of my pen name: Sometimes when I make people angry — and it does happen, unfortunately — they think they’re getting back at me by calling me by my real name, Sean Medlock. Which is weird, because the only reason you guys know my name is that I revealed it in my very first post at the Daily Caller. I really don’t mind being addressed by it, if you thought otherwise.

Actually, my full name is Robert Sean Medlock. My parents always called me by my middle name. Like “Joe” the Plumber. (Remember when once-legitimate newspapers made a big deal out of the fact that his first name is Sam, as if he was the first person in human history to go by his middle name? Good times.)

If you really want to make me cringe, call me “Jim” in real life. It just reminds me that when I made a snap judgment about a message-board handle way back in 1999, I should’ve done a much better job. “Treacher” (or just “Treach”) is okay, though. That feels more like a nickname than a regrettable mistake.

Oh, and it rhymes with “leecher,” not “lecher.” Although either one could be seen as appropriate.

Anyhow. Either today will be the end of the legal portion of the Saga of Sean Medlock’s Ruined Knee, or it won’t. I’ll let you know.

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