When your laptop dies two hours before exam, who ya gonna call? (selfish crab!)
When you need to devise Blackacre in a will, who ya gonna call? (selfish crab!)
I rocked Property. My reward was a Team meeting over wine and baby lamb chops at the local Argentinian steakhouse. [ ]
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
And can’t tell where to find them.
Leave them alone, And they’ll come home,
Or they be acquired through the rights of a previous possessor.
Next up– property!
Video: Mr. Show on law school. “Your brain will be like a steel trap… with the bloody foot of law inside it.” See also, the pre-taped call in show.
Video: Charlie Brown Christmas – Scrubs remix. For you non-law-students. [via waxy]
My first law school final exam is tomorrow afternoon. I am both 1) fucked and 2) terrified. I do not think I ever care so much about tests, grades, and quantifiable success in my life.
I bought into the 1L mindset and it’s disgusting. I want to do well and everyone else to perform poorly. I want my classmates’ computers to crash, their grandmothers to fall ill. Heartbreak. Pus-filled boils. Insolvency. All of it to befall them. Anything for an edge, a one-up.
O how I miss the lazy days of yore. My drive to succeed is an awful car wreck.
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn’t keep her.
He put her in a pumpkin shell
And is a paradigm case for false imprisonment.
Say what you want about E-community, but at least we had a “logout” button, and we knew what it was for. Read the rest of this entry »
[EDIT: late-night whimpering be gone!]
Law school is the gift that keeps on giving! It’s a tripartite gift, really, of malnourished body, unfed pruriency, and a mind of ceaseless equivocation. Where can I put my name down for Year #2?
If you see me, be nice. I am an eggshell plaintiff, thin-skulled and crosscut.
For the hip professionals in your lives with bum backs: bbp hybrid messenger/backpack. The Bak2Pak strap seems nifty.
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And sued the landowner for negligence soon after
The weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we’ve no place to go
Let it snow vested remainders in fee simple absolute
You say “potato,” I say “proximate cause”
You say “tomato”, I say “strict liability”
Oh, let’s call the whole thing a prima facie case for negligence
Wordie – a user-based site revolved around words and listings thereof.
Fun? If you are a giant honking nerd like me, fuck yeah. This is the webapp I should have written. I love it.
Like any athlete, comedian, or prostitute will tell you, timing is everything.
And it’s just not on my side this year. Til 2007!
I’m in my last week of classes. So unless you want to read lots of “holy fuck, goddamn shit-show stress stress stress” posts, it’s going to be link-city around here for a while.
Underground Zip Hoody. I must be the only one of our Team without T5S gear. I just want one for the stash pocket.
Update: hello, clearance!
Available: One righteous puppy, or ten.
Pros: 100% genuine Alaskan, born to love and do work. Especially if you are of eskimo.
Cons: Probably Manhattan-adverse. Not to suffer the whimsies of an owner.
See Joan for more information.
Apparently, my classmates are all clamoring for summer employment, like hippopotami after white orbs. 1Ls usually get the dregs of summer legal employment, like (gasp) public interest work, and unpaid judicial internships. I have been trying to find what opportunities exist for (1) minorities doing (2) intellectual property work, but exams leave me no time for such searches.
Readers, if you have possibilities/contacts, please let me know. (I promise not to make you look bad. The Photocopier Incident of Summer 2003 was an isolated occurrence. Promise.)
