Thursday, June 23, 2005

Caller ID

I gave my phone phone, with caller ID, to my brother, and now I'm using an old-timey phone without caller ID and without an answering machine. And I just can't stand it. Even though all my friends know to call my cell phone, I still can't stand to not answer the home phone when it rings. And it's a telemarketer EVERY TIME. But I still can't just let it ring and not find out who it is. So now I have to go to Target to buy a phone with caller ID.

Friday, June 17, 2005

Frozen Dinner Review: "Linda McCartney Butternut Squash Ravioli"

The name is "Butternut Squash Ravioli." The description on the box is: "Butternut squash-filled ravioli in a buttery sage sauce." I don't see the word "mushroom" in there anywhere, do you? So imagine my suprise when I discovered that my ravioli were pretty much swimming in mushroom soup. I HATE mushrooms. Two thumbs down. The cat didn't like it either, and she'll eat anything.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

To The Woman Sitting Two Rows In Front Of Me In Class

It's possible that the thong that shows above the top of your low-rise pants is sexy. Reasonable minds can differ on this point. However, it is indisputable that the control-top pantyhose that you are wearing over the thong and under the pants are NOT attractive, especially when they extend several inches above the top of the pants.

Additionally, I worry about the health effects of wearing pantyhose under pants during a week-long heatwave that has already killed a senior citizen.

Flag-Burning Amendment

My congressman supports the flag-burning amendment. I've written him a letter, which will hopefully show him the error of his ways; but just in case, should I call him as well? Maybe I should write to him every day. Or should I drive down to D.C. and stop by his office?

Wednesday, June 15, 2005


I decided to take a break from MacGyver and watch Pride and Prejudice while I study. And I don't want to hear any comments about how I've already seen it 10 times and it's just 6 hours of boring talking with no explosions. Plus, it's relevant -- I'm studying Evidence, and there's that part about the guy, with the, um, the other guy, and they talk about that, um -- well, you know that part I mean. It's very relevant. And probative.

Monday, June 13, 2005

Things that make me feel old

(1) My hair is turning gray.
(2) My hair was turning gray BEFORE I started law school.
(3) There are 2 guys in my summer class who look to me as if they are about 17 years old. They look like they need their moms to pick them up after class. I can't imagine them being lawyers in 2 years. I can't imagine them doing their own laundry.
(4) I think that 17-year-old boys should absolutely not be allowed to drive. I saw one of them crash his parents' car the other day, and I thought "Oh my god! These are children who can't cook, can't do their own laundry (but probably could attend law school - see above), who think it's really fun to stuff each other in lockers and blow stuff up when they get the chance - and we're letting them get behind the wheel of a 2-ton vehicle and drive 65 miles per hour?" Who on earth thought that would be a good idea?!

Sunday, June 12, 2005

I feel like a real blawger

Rogue Slayer Law Student Movie Fan put me in her list of links. Tee hee! However, I now feel a crushing pressure to type something intelligent EVERY DAY.

What I'd really like to do is get that thing that all the cool blawgers have that lets them say "Someone found my blog today by searching for 'fried monkey eyeballs.'" I sort of looked once to see how that worked, but it appeared to involve HTML and some more HTML and possibly some JavaScript or something, but Jesus H. Christ in a chicken basket, I spend all day at work doing that crap, I'm not going to come home and do it for a blog.

When I meet people at school, I frequently have conversations like this:
Them: "Oh, you're a night student - what do you do during the day?"
Me: "I'm a web developer."
Them: "Wow, that sounds interesting - are you planning to go into cyberlaw?"
Me: "No. I hate computers. Computers suck."
Them: "Oh... [awkward silence]"

Friday, June 10, 2005


Some of the people I work with are dumb. Really, really dumb. I wore my +2 Tiara of Protection all day, and they still managed to reduce my INT and WIS with their soul-sucking, time-wasting, productivity-killing Process of Doom.