Tuesday, February 14, 2006

I am a bad person

Whenever I read an Olympics news article about some athlete crashing on their skis at 50 mph or falling headfirst on the ice, my first thought is "oooh - where can I see a video of that?"

UPDATE: Those speedskaters sure have some freakishly large thighs.

Monday, February 13, 2006

Every blog needs cute animal pictures

Goddamn this is cute.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

DVD Review: Veronica Mars

New favorite show! I finished all the Alias DVDs. I bought Veronica Mars on a whim at Target. It's super cool. Veronica is smart like Sidney Bristow. :-)


2 hours after I wrote the last post, my roommate told me he was moving out. So now I need to think of a really good ad to put on Craigslist. What I'm looking for is a straight guy who owns hardly any stuff, works at night, doesn't talk much, and spends very little time at home. Just like my current roommate.

People I Don't Like, #2

Who: Wall Street Journal Editorial Writers

Why I don't like them: They are idiots. On Friday, Elizabeth Crowley wrote an article about the current lawsuit against Craigslist for housing discrimination. (Sorry, I couldn't find a link to it.) The writer is shocked to discover that people looking for roommates are expressing a preference about who they would like to live with. Ms. Elizabeth Crowley, do you still live at home with your parents? Stretch your imagination - imagine that you are moving out and getting your own apartment and you need a roommate. A person who will be sharing your kitchen and your bathroom. They will know all about your strange grooming habits. If the walls are thin, they will know what kind of noises you make while having sex. Are you saying that the law should require you to have absolutely no preference about who you live with - you'll take the person with the best credit rating, no questions asked? I don't think so.

Ms. Crowley does concede that expressing a preference for a roommate "may not be illegal", but the listings "sure lack good taste" and some posters seem "needy". Apparently this should be grounds for removing the ads. She says "I thought that people looking for roommates just needed their rent and utilities subsidized." Maybe Ms. Crowley has moved out her parents' house, and now shares a 2/2 with a complete stranger to whom she has never spoken any words other than "do you have your share of the rent?" Well, there are lots of different types of people in the world. Some of us hope to establish friendly relationships with our roommates, and possibly even engage in social activities, such as conversation.

This is just one example of the editorials that make me wonder what planet the writers could possibly be living on. I could offer further critiques, but there wouldn't be time left in the day for anything else.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

DVD Review: The Aristocrats

It was amusing. Not laugh-out-loud funny, except for one part: the mime. And this is probably the ONLY time I have ever been amused by a mime.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

What do the day students do all day?

Even though I am a part-time student with a full-time job, I am taking day classes this semester. (I have been a night student for the past 5 semesters.)

As a 1L, I had a Legal Research & Writing TA who would, for example, send me emails at 2 a.m. that said, for example, "sorry I missed our appointment at 6 p.m. tonight - I had to go to a party in Boston. Can we meet tomorrow at 3 p.m.?" And my reply would be "no, sorry, I'm a grownup, so I'll be at WORK at 3 p.m."

So this, plus plenty of other evidence, had led me to belive that day students spent all their time going to parties, sleeping with each other, and playing hacky-sack in the quad in between classes. From eavesdropping on their conversations in class, the partying & screwing assumptions were correct, but so far no hacky-sack. I guess because it's winter. This is unfortunate, because instead of going outside, they appear to spend all their time standing in front of the mailboxes talking about their parties and their dates. If I wasn't afraid that one of those 90-pound girls would attack me with her pointy-toed high-heeled boots, I would say "Oh no, you don't need to move - I just stopped by school today to see what my mailbox looks like from 3 feet away. I'll wait while you and your friends decide which of you is the most hung over."