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Friday, December 31, 2004

Whew. Sorry for my long absence. I've been taking finals, working, taking more finals, drinking to forget the finals taking, and then working some more. All in all I've been avoiding the computer since typing away triggers some sort of PTSD-like response.

Not that it's all over for me. Today I put in some hard work on my long procrastinated on paper for my family law seminar. I only got in about 5 pages today, but since it was on material that I had no research for yet, I don't think that's all that bad a haul. And the material I did write is pretty fucking tight, so it won't need much more than a polish when I've got the rest of the paper nice and done.

In other news: I absolutely hate New Year's Eve. What a pathetic excuse for a holiday. I certainly don't need an excuse to go out and drink. I'm an adult, if I want to drink I will. If I want to have a party, I can think of a lot better themes than "count down to midnight." Plus all the amature drunk drivers are out there mowing down pedestrians and getting stopped by cops. None for me thanks.

Sunday, December 19, 2004

So more weirdness centered around my troublesome dishwasher:

Friday before I left for work, I dropped my naughty boy off with the landladies because he's been awfully bad as I slog my way through finals. I went back home, threw some work stuff together and started the dishwasher. After work, I came back home and picked him up. I chatted a little bit with landlady L, and mentioned that I had never had problems with J like I had since moving here. She said, "You know, we have a presence in our house. Maybe you've got something in your place that J isn't liking."

So anyways, I go back home and notice immediately that my dishwasher was running. This was about 8 hours after I had turned it on, so I opened it up, thinking it had malfunctioned and been running all day long. The soap hadn't popped open yet, and the little streaks of yuck were still intact, so obviously if it had been running, no water had gone through. I closed it back up, and it ran through its cycle like normal. Weird.

Weirder still-L had been in my house that day fiddling with my broken door. She told me the dishwasher hadn't been running when she was in the house. So blogger my this, my little blogglings-WTF?

Monday, December 13, 2004

I'm too burned out after this mornings exam to get anything productive done this afternoon before court, so I thought I'd drop a few quick lines about an amusing news story. You like amusing, no?

Anyhow, apparently this place in London is displaying a manger scene with celebrities and political figures standing in for Mary, Joseph, the wise men, etc. This has a lot of churchy folks upset and a church dude said that having celebrities play these roles mocks Christians deeply held beliefs. I wonder if he saw Passion of the Christ.

Friday, December 10, 2004

Today started off in a bad way. I was up at 6 to walk m'dog before hopping the bus to get to work. About halfway through our walk I saw a little black scottie dog wandering down a side street. He started to cross the street to go after us, and since I saw a bus comming down the road I called for him to come over by me. He made it accross the street in time and started snarling and snapping at my hound, who responded by howling and going for the little dog. I pulled them apart and briefly considered grabbing the scottie to take him home. It was still pretty dark, and I knew drivers wouldn't be able to see a dog that size. I saw he had on tags and assumed he didn't live far away, but I was afraid if I grabbed him he would bite me, and my dog wasn't too amused with his posturing, so I decided to leave well enough alone. I told the scottie, "You need to get home before you're hit by a car" and continued with my walk.

I wasn't even a block away when I heard a loud bang and the scottie screaming. The car that had hit him drove off. I walked back and found him huddled on the side of the road. He tried to get away from me, but only managed to roll onto his back with his hind legs kicking. I picked him up and brought him to the nearest streetlight to read his tag. Then I carried him home to his guardian, walked home, washed the blood off of me and hopped my bus into work.

So here I am, with a variety of emotions rolling through my head. Guilt that I didn't take him home to begin with. Anger at the driver for driving on without stopping to check up on the dog. Huge stompy anger at the dog's guardian for not keeping a closer eye on her dog. Then guilt for feeling angry at the owner, because I don't even know if it was her fault that he was out. Ok, I guess that's primarilly two emotions: guilt and anger.

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

I've got a bit of a culture lag problem: I'm sitting here wrapping Christmas presents for the folks back home (because I'm a bit glare blind after staring at the computer screen most of the day frantically working away) and I hear this loud ass noise. I glance out the windows and see a large vehicle of some sort with a couple of flashy lights go by and think, "Oh, just the snowplow going by." I'm not sure just what it was that went by, but I'm morally certain it wasn't a snowplow.

In a Christmas related vein: I think outdoor Christmas decorations look awfully sad in Portland. They squelch in the mud and wet leaves instead of sitting primly on top of a blanket of pristine snow. Blech.

Thursday, December 02, 2004

Just in time for Christmas! For the wo/man who has everything, including noxious gas: http://www.under-tec.com/work.php
Listened to the Rocky Horror Picture Show on the way in to school today. Discovered that it is not a good idea to try to time warp while driving in rush hour traffic.

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Today has been one of those days where nothing has gone right. My horoscope should have said, "Everything you do today will be wrong" (it didn't-I checked). If I touched anything, I knocked it over. If I needed a paper, it was missing. If I did research, it was unproductive. I parked perfectly legally and got a parking ticket I'm going to dispute bitterly. And the really super weird event:

I'm taking a moot court this semester. My partner and I decided our goal was to not win and go to regionals. In fact (take that legal writing), we were so single minded in pursuing this goal that we probably did less than any other team there in the way of preparation (15 minutes the day before the competition), practice (one out of three practice rounds completed), and ambition (zero). So the day after the competition when the two winning teams were announced, my partner sent me an email congratulating us on not winning. Pats on the back all around for lazyness.

Ho ho ho-not so fast my little lazypants. Today during our last class, the prof announced that the second place team declined going to regionals, and two teams were tied for the next place. That's right folks-we were one of the teams. We graciously allowed the tying team to do regionals-hell, no way we were going to go when we cared so little about the whole damn thing.

Now I'm going to go string up some Christmas lights. If you see one of those cutesy "Moron dies putting up Christmas lights" news stories, it'll probably be me.
I guess sometimes the slippery slope argument is valid: http://www.al.com/news/birminghamnews/index.ssf?/base/news/1101896768316400.xml

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