We got a new TA in Contracts, and she is h-o-t. 6 foot tall asian with a gait like a gazelle. My oh my. Let’s just say I would like to give her some antecedent benefit with good consideration. Oh, dirty, dirty, unjust enrichment.
(You can find this and other double entendres in my new book Beyond Briefs: a Comprehensive Guide to Jurisprudential Innuendos.)
Video: YOUTUBERS, a poignantly edited montage of youtube videos. YouTube is more than pirated clips of the Colbert Report. [via]
We lost a student today. They dropped out. JD wasn’t for them. I was going to pour some coffee on the ground in remembrance, but then I realized, um, fuck no, I need this coffee to stay up and study.
I wonder if Hallmark makes “Sorry you decided it just wasn’t for you” cards.
Today I tried to improve my story-telling skills by adding a touch of mimicry. It has been a slow evolution. Not so long ago, my stories consisted of a rote recitation of all details. I was not exactly painting pictures in anyone’s mind (rather, more like painting walls, with a roller.)
So I took on an exaggerated voice and attitude, but apparently neither was exaggerated enough. Everyone at the table wound up confused. “Wait, did you think the teacher’s tie was terrible or was that what the guy said?” Sigh. Perhaps I’m supposed to lift my voice yet higher?
I was telling a story about a snotty classmate that drives me nuts. So far I have resisted such trash-talking here because 1) it’s simply not in my nature, 2) it could come around to bite me in the ass later.
My classmates probably think I am boring, socially awkward, and a stutterer. I harbor a secret hope they stumble upon this space and discover how insightful, affable, and utterly witty I really am.
Hanging out in the student lounge, I brought up the insane $1.6B YouTube buyout, and a classmate responded: “What’s YouTube?”
No, seriously, where the fuck am I and how do I get back to where I was before?
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averr – v. to allege as a fact in support of a plea
I had been getting a ton of email complaining of a lack of obvious permalink (ok that’s a fiction, but let’s continue together in fantasy, yeah?), so I added a little anchor icon at the bottom of each post. Like/dislike?
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Here is what one’s notes might look like if one were to, y’know, hypothetically, theoretically, on the off-chance, nod off during class:
I was singing this song all afternoon and wondered where I got it from. Under the Principle of SSEHUT: Surely-Someone-Else-Has-Uploaded-This,
lo and behold:
This is also a test of shiny new wordpress plugin Viper’s Video Quicktags.
Let last week offer the moment when shine of new experiences dulled, and when I gulped and wondered aloud: Is it three years from now yet?
adumbrate – 1) formal: to report or represent in outline; 2) indicate faintly; 3) foreshadow or symbolize
Video: Always get consent. [via kottke] Cmon, this is funny to everyone, right?
Watch it before it gets taken down: South Park episode about World of Warcraft (via waxy, who says “the most mainstream use of machinima ever”).
Day 2 of the Writin’-cram-o-rama begins. Feeling slightly better. Havlat’s 2 G, 2 A probably helped.
From the Other World, see Saved by Patrick Stewart: a Yahoo! Hack Day presentation. (via waxy).
Update: The damn thing is done. Now to lay my head down.
I got my first memorandum due tomorrow and I am floored at my quill’s impotence. Is this Gandhi’s India all over again? All I have is 1 incomplete outline and 2 sentences typed, and my classmates are complaining of trying to squeeze down their memos into the 4-page limit.
I’ll spell it out for you. It’s been a blue day. I bailed school after 4 because I couldn’t stand the thought of another long night deep in that building’s gut, the library. Or the prospect of more awkward moments with my classmates. Do these people even like me??? I’m so uncomfortable all day.
I hope my negativity doesn’t seep into this memo. Here’s what I got so far, you decide:
To: Associate
Re: Smith v MantoyaThe client is fucked. So his kid was killed by an errant arrow shot by an alcoholic. Big whoop. The viable legal recourse is sucking it up like a man.
Best,
Grumps
Sigh. Why are there no more Newcastles in the fridge?
I gave up on ShinyStat, and have returned to the warm, familiar (and ugly) embrace of Sitemeter. No wind of fellow carbozos finding my blog yet. [tmn link via K]
This footage of mating tortoises has near perfect comedic timing. Dedicated to Moik’s fellas. Listen with sound.
Yeah, it’s fine. I’m not envious at all. Who cares about secret Beck concerts? Any day now, Matisyahu is going to have an invite-only show in our Moot Court Room.
Tonight I spent my free time uploading all the old blog entries from college onto this space. Now you can read the entire Criterion’s box set of Selfish postings. (my god, what kind of loser blogs for 5 years??)
The only kink is that all the entry titles are filled with nonsensical and ugly postIDs. I’ll have to figure out some mysql query to fix it. Or (shudder) some PHP script.
I have also been listening to some tunes I haven’t flipped on in years. Awful wistful shit like Boyz II Men, Brian McKnight (I know i know, take it easy; you should not expect much from the early musical taste of the son of immigrants). Anyway, I suppose it all fits this ongoing theme of past rehaunting the present in new and terrible ways.
The weekend started Friday with a sky blue and an air sweet of autumn chil. Friends from Chicago were to visit. It was looking good.
[EDIT: And it was good. Less fodder for confirmation hearings.]
Thank you G-d for the day-off on Monday.
