pedantic useless word of the day: aptronym
aptronym – a name that suits its owner. The wikipedia article has a nice list of examples (yes, Thomas Crapper is there.)
Archive for May, 2008
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Puzzle/time-waster of the week: Funny Farm.
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not exactly how we do it in the lawz biz, but okay
[Source: this news article about the recent CA ruling on gay marriage]
I anticipate that this post will only be funny to law students, because law school warps the minds of law students to the extent that such straight-forward questions about being a “correct decision” is simplistic to the point of absurdity and hilarity. Pitiful, no?
I imagine the Constitutional Law II exam tomorrow morning for which I am cramming has a different format. It is a modern trend in legal pedagogy to move away from the “circle yes or no, then click Vote!” exams typically favored in the 1980s.
more procrastination
Video: Saudis doing car stunts on the freeway.
Video: leopard slug sex. More beautiful and intricate than it sounds.
Finally, wedding query: what happens when the groom is a b-boy, and the groomsmen are his b-boy crew? Answer: um, only the freshest, sickest wedding reception video ever.
perhaps how i am feeling
most inventive animation i’ve seen this year
Because something ought to entertain you while I am occupied with exams:
Video: MUTO, a wall-painted animation. Brilliant in a thousand creative ways. Though it’s too long by a minute, and a dollop of story-telling would do miracles.
Hawk power
Does thou recall the earlier utterances of resignation? NO LONGER, I say. Because I have most daringly placed a billy club to the head of a desolate existence. I have returned Pity to the sea and placed chains around Reservation. My confidence is bulwark against these most cursed examinations and its wellspring is a most righteous mohawk. Of which I am now the wielder.
The whirling dervish of Change approaches
My birthday approaches and I am entering an uneasy age, strapped with expectations, milestones, checkpoints, encumbrances. I think I need to wear more chinos, and stop saying the word “fuck” so much, and perhaps “awesome”, and especially them strung together.
In other news, an immeasurable but not fatal distance is about to be placed between myself and people I cherish, and I have little choice but to pass these last moments enveloped in study and reclusion.
It’s not that I am unhappy with my life; it’s just that I am wretchedly miserable at times. And as I have learned at my new age, that’s how Life is sometimes. Want more selfish-crab life advice? Immediately suspect anyone that promises you rainbows and ice cream. Always carry around duct tape and an umbrella. And, for god’s sake, settle.