It's called "FREDOM OF THE PRESS" Mr. Rosen, & Two deadly sins: Sloth and Envy

Thursday, August 16th.

Updated 3!
When I arrived on the 9th floor, ~having driven to court so I can take dini to the airport tonight~ Ciaran, Carlton Smith and Dominick are already there. Dominick was on the phone getting his next story fact checked with his editor. One of the camera operators comes over to where I was sitting next to Ciaran and Carlton to say hello. I then see K, enter my line of vision and ask to speak to the Judge's clerk, Wendy. Two of the people I was with later said they clearly overheard K speaking to Wendy saying, "...it was a conversation among the 'women' sitting near Dominick Dunne." I did not hear this, I just observed K speaking to the clerk, turn and point her finger at me, then turn back to face the clerk. I instinctively knew, this wasn't good. Who knows what else K embellished the story with. Inside the courtroom, dini is already in her seat. When I sat down next to her she told me, "I just overheard K say, I now know what it's like to be a celebrity."

Before the jury is brought in, I am stunned, shocked that the Judge singled me out and admonished me in open court. From what I remember the Judge saying to me, he was accusing me of discussing testimony and the jurors overheard it. He went on to rule that, if it happens again, I will not be allowed back into court, ever. I responded to the Judge with a single word, "Understand."

Throughout the rest of the morning session, I sat there in a frozen daze, trying to keep my tears from running down my face, feeling the sting of an envious, sloven harpy's retaliation. K sat there with an expression on their face, like a cat who just ate the canary.

I wrote a note to Dominick. What can I do? Because folks, it was clearly an outright lie. One of my seat mates ~sitting closer to the jury than I do~ later wondered, how could the jury have ever heard me say anything, when I'm sitting farther away from the jury than they are, and they never heard me say anything. Wendy approached the cameraman who overheard K's comments to her, and asked him if he heard it. He replied, "No." One of the reporters in my row said that there were trial watchers sitting behind us, who were clearly talking louder that I ever was.

Now, we know (because everyone in the hallway heard it yesterday) Rachelle loudly invited K to a party. Is K, Mrs. Spector's new "best, best friend" or did one of Spector's brilliant legal strategist's, (cough, cough) suggest this tactical move to K, of approaching the clerk? Or, could it have been one of K's other new "best, best friends," K has been chatting up with after yesterdays horrible intrusion at lunch. Well, it sure seems like one of these scenarios happened, because as you all know, at the first break Rosen stands up to whine about "someone covering the trial" (That would be ME!) was overheard by the jury making disparaging remarks about Mrs. Spector. Rosen says, "Remarks about Mrs. Spector's clothing were over heard by the jury." The Judge slaps him down saying, "I believe I already ruled on that." I was so upset, still trying to control my sobs, at the break, I left the court building entirely to clear my head. I told dini I was going fabric shopping in the garment district, and I wasn't returning to court. Outside, Rod Lindblum asked me where I was going, and I gave him a brief rundown on the events that happened yesterday and today in the hallway. He was trying to encourage me to stay, but I was too upset. I just needed to walk away and clear my head, and of course, call my attorney and give her the run down. Once she heard the whole story, she started laughing saying, "Betsy! Free speech. Hello? The National Inquirer. People Magazine. There's nothing this defense team can do to you. They can't sue you!"

I can't believe what I'm hearing. I've been in this trial about 90% of the time, and I've never realized that what Mrs. Spector was wearing was actually part of the trial testimony! I'm dumbfounded! What the jury supposedly overheard me say, could actually have an impact on the verdict! Do you want to know what it was, I whispered to dini about Rachelle's outfit yesterday? I asked her, "What would you call the color of that sweater?" dini replied, "It's a greige, hoodie three-quarter sweater." That's it folks. It is what it is. We already know that Rosen is spending Spector's cash like water, having his clerks print out and read my blog. Hellllloooooo Rosen! Have you heard of that little thing called the First Amendment? I would have thought you were aware of it, being an attorney and all. You never cease to amaze me though, with your brilliant trial strategy.

This defense team, unable to get Babydol and Raul Julia Levy on the stand, are now focusing all their high paid efforts on what this tiny little blogger is saying about 'gasp' Mrs. Spector's courtroom couturier, in an effort to get me ejected from court. Because you know, Mrs. Spector's feelings are pretty important as trial strategy goes. I wrote about the attorney's in the Melaine McGuire case, trying to use the writings of a Court TV poster (who attended that trial and wrote about it) as basis for an appeal. It was rejected of course. Bloggers are an easy target I guess, and Rosen, trying to spare the feelings of the delicate Mrs. Spector, made a buffoonish attempt to get me ejected from the courtroom. I would think he would be more concerned with his continually collapsing defense strategy, rather than focusing on the hurt feelings of the Playboy model wife.

K, envious of the friendship I have developed with Dominick Dunne, and unable to get him to drop everything, stop his life and write a BOOK about them, took their jealous rage out on me. It says volumes about who you really are K. I still can't believe this defense team would be so leaderless, that they would be spending their time and Spector's cash on this. With the other blunders this defense team has made, this is just icing on the cake. I mean, when you sit back and think about it, the absurdity of it is absolutely hysterical.

When I got back from shopping, I waited outside the courthouse for dini to come down, but the accused, the chicky wife and Mommy exited the building and walked right past me. As they all walked down the ramp, they each turned their heads and gave me the "death stare." I stared right back. It didn't work. I'm still here, blogging about this great defense team your hired. Soon afterwards, the Clarkson family came down the same ramp and gave me wonderful words of encouragement to return to court on Tuesday. I'll be there, just waiting to see what Rachelle pulls out of her closet next week!

Update: 10:15 pm
While I was driving dini to the airport, she was jogging my memory. Being Jennifer to my "pie" so to speak. dini said, "Sprocket, don't you remember, when you asked me about the sweater, you never mentioned Rachelle's name. You just asked me about the color of the sweater. It was obvious who you were talking about. And, when you spoke to me, you had turned your body so that you were facing the defense side of the room. Your back, was to the jury." I remember now. This is how it happened. What's interesting is, K was sitting on the other side of CCA, who was sitting next to dini, and K would have seen my face, and ask dini the question.

My previous entry has also been updated.

Update: 10:30 pm
When I installed a stat counter, I put it on invisible. I didn't think it was important to show the world how many people (or how few lol!) visited my blog. However, Thank You Defense Team, for pushing up my stat numbers! In my first few weeks of blogging, I had average daily numbers of well under 100 page loads, and even less unique visitors. Slowly, my numbers started to climb. On August 9th, I had my highest numbers so far. 1,039 page loads and 806 unique visitors. I hit a thousand page loads in a single day a few more times, but it wasn't until today that my stats went through the roof. I still have 1.5 hours more to go before the final tally, but today, so far, I've had 1,930 page loads, and 1,384 unique visitors. Not bad for just a little blog about fashion, and a few words here and there about the Spector trial.

Update: Friday, August 17th, 8:44 pm.

I finally had a brain fart, and reviewed my notes for Wednesday. Here are my rough draft notes, from relevant pages, before and after I made the note about what Rachelle was wearing.

Fidler is covering his face! to keep from showing he's laughing!

Sustained! You'd be sleeping on the couch for several months.

Obj! Sust! Calls 4 speculation!

ctroom erupts!

Isn't conflict of interest any intrest that has a conflict?

No, no!

Jury laughs~~

I'm a schmeiel compared to them!

After J asks you opinion competly independent of each other~~

# 8 & 9 look, smile, and whisper to each other

I think, The jury is really enoying AJ's cross

Now Baden states that backspatter in mouth is different than any other part of the body

I'm so rivited, I can't write much. I'm too mesmerized as to how AJ just keeps hammering away

Clerk comes in & hands Brunon a paper.

BREAK!

Towards the end of break, Phil/Rosen/Rachelle chat smile + laugh

smoke <--(I scratch that out) greige

sweater dress + black pants 3/4 length hoody pocketed sweater top

Back from break we wait.

AJ continues cross

Oh mother of God, lol! My question to dini occurred DURING THE BREAK! The sporkin' jury wasn't even THERE! WASN'T ME Judge! WASN'T ME!