Mary Jane gives oral

"This is not to say that the phrase “Drugs Suck!” is reasonably interpreted to mean that drugs were engaging in sexual activity or that the shirt advocates sexual activity of any form."


(I wish I were one of those people gifted with the ability to draw or use MSPaint because this quote has sent some amusing thoughts through my head... yes I know, I need help.)

From: Broussard v. School Bd. of City of Norfolk 801 F.Supp. 1526, 1534 (1992)

Welcome to Memo-Land

Population: Me.

I have never in my life taken so long to produce something so short (14 pages maximum allowed) that is so .... medicore.

And I am not done.

*sigh*

"Why Mommy, why?"

Ah, it has begun. Clownfish, age 2 years six months, has entered the WHY phase.

BFF: "Hold my hand, its icy."

CF: "Why?"

BFF: "Ice is very slippery. There is ice on the ground because it has been very cold."

CF: "Why?"

BFF: "Because its winter?"

CF: "Why?"

BFF: "Well, the tilt of the earth's axis relative to its orbital plane has a dramatic effect on the weather. The Earth is tilted at an angle of 23°27' (23 degrees 27 minutes) to the plane of its orbit, and this causes different latitudes on the Earth to directly face the Sun as the Earth moves through its orbit. When it is winter here, the Southern Hemisphere faces the Sun more directly and thus experiences warmer temperatures than the Northern Hemisphere, where we live." (source: Wikipedia)

CF: "Why?"

BFF: *sigh*

Optimism

Bullshark and Butterflyfish travelling by car to a weekend away; Clownfish happily deposited at Grandparents':


Me: Do you want to take [this road] or [that road]?

Him: [this road] runs by [famous mall], doesn't it? Whenever I think of that place now, I think 'suicide bomber target.'

Me: You're just a little ray of sunshine after a year in Baghdad, huh?

*ouch*

So this is why there is such a fuss among blogger-types about the Rule Against Perpetuities.

At the risk of being redundant, it sucks.

Estates and Future Interests... the current bane of my existance. Every time I think I have it figured out, I screw something else up.

I think my brain is trying to escape my cranium.

It hurts.

So, Anna Nicole is dead...

... pass the Cheetos.

Oh, was that insensitive?

Seriously: a sad end to a troubled girl who proves money and/or good looks don't buy happiness.

Or something. There's some lesson in all this, right? Because if this remains a slow news week, its all we're going to hear about for the next three days...

So what's on TiVo tonight?

Damn, gotta work on that sensitivity.

Sick day

Clownfish spiked a fever yesterday at care, though he was generally acting well and playing well. Since it was late afternoon when they called, I decided to stay home with him today.

He seems ok, low grade fever if at all, and in ok spirits. He is excited to be spending a day home with me -- there will be no reading or studying until nap time. He won't let me out of his reach. In fact, he's on my lap *right now.*

I discovered that if I am going to miss a day this semester, Thursdays are the least bad to miss (lighter reading load, easier classes to catch up in).

My slacker tendancies are revelling in this; my type-A-ness is going "ack ack! I am missing Contracts!"

Otherwise, enjoying the day.

The death of personality...

... begins with finding this conversation amusing.

Scene: Two 1Ls in the law cafeteria, one of whom is sitting in the other's recently vacated seat.

“Sorry, my seat now. Statute of limitations on Cafe seats is 10 minutes.”

“Well, my jacket was still there so, I was in constructive possession.”

“Nah, the jacket isn’t enough. My possession is open, notorious, and hostile. You sat on your rights too long … and the toilet.”

“Yeah, well if your hostility is construed subjectively, you lose. You know that’s my jacket and knew I was coming back, so you weren’t possessing the seat under a claim of right.”

“Good thing we follow the Connecticut rule.”

I kinda hate myself for finding this funny.

I have something to say...

... but I am not sure what it is.

I think I am on the verge of figuring some things out.

Its like having a little splinter in your finger -- it doesn't hurt so much as bother you. But since its your finger, every time you type or eat or move or touch anything, it stings a little. Just enough to say "Hey, I'm here." But its under the radar of your consciousness. Heck, you barely even stop and look at it when it hurts. Its certainly not enough to make you go find a needle and take the darn thing out already.

I have some thoughts like that in my head lately -- kind of nebulous, evading my conscious focus, but invading my day. Bothersome, but not enough to make me really sit down and flesh them out.

Maybe that's why my posts lately feel a little lame to me.