Making my own cat food

More pet food recalls. I'm kind of fond of my cat -- she does cough up hairballs on the carpet way too often, but she also worships me as a god, so it balances out. So I figured maybe I should just feed her cans of people tuna fish, instead of the killer canned cat food that all the grocery stores are apparently selling now.

So I googled "make your own cat food" just to be sure that giving her cans of people tuna wouldn't be a problem -- and of course it is. Because of the mercury, of course. And I'm not supposed to feed her onions, pork, bacon, milk, etc.

One suggested recipe is "1 lb. ground turkey, 2 tbsp. tomato paste, 1/2 tsp. garlic powder and 2 tsp. brewer's yeast."

Here's another cooking tip: "Add flavorings such as garlic salt and kelp powder to the food you cook for your cat. Small amounts of dairy products are acceptable, but cats should not drink a lot of milk. Use lactose-free milk instead." Are you kidding me? That's more effort than I put into cooking my own food.

Maybe I could feed her cans of spam instead of tuna fish? No - Spam has pork. Ok, maybe I could go to McDonald's and get her a hamburger and chop it up and mix it all together? A hamburger with no onions. Except she wouldn't eat it, because the only thing she'll eat is Fancy Feast. And not the regular Fancy Feast -- the expensive Fancy Feast. Goddam cat. Keeping her alive is way too much work these days. I am SO glad I don't have children.

Why Do I Have To Leave The House?

Here in the northeast, we are having a "nor'easter" or however you spell it. In my neighborhood, it just seems to be a normal rainstorm -- I don't see cars floating down the street or cows being tossed around by tornados or anything. But it does seem to provide a good excuse to spend the day at home in my pajamas -- which regular readers know is one of my most favorite things to do. But I have my usual problem: I'm dying for some Starbucks, and maybe a nice pastry. God I want some hot coffee. And as usual, I could make my own coffee but I'm out of milk. So I guess my choices are:

1 - stay here and whine
2 - go to Starbucks in my pajamas with a coat over them, hope no one notices
3 - drive an extra 10 minutes to the drive-through Starbucks
4 - drive around the corner to the local coffee house, where everyone wears their pajamas but the coffee isn't as good

Dunkin Donuts used to be an option -- I can go there in my bathrobe and fit right in with the homeless people. But I think they don't like me there -- they keep getting my bagel orders wrong and I think they've been giving me decaf instead of regular.

Hmmm.... okay, I'm going to go with #2 or #4. I'm going to think about it while I brush my hair.

Career Choices

Today in my Trial Techniques class, my half of the class (which had our fake trial last week) was watching the other half of the class put on their fake trial (these "trials" are our final exams). The "trial" I was watching was a criminal trial. I was listening to the "lawyers" and the "witnesses" and thinking "that guy is totally innocent. Those eyewitnesses don't mean anything -- everyone knows how unreliable eyewitnesses are. The cops totally screwed up the lineup. All the other evidence is circumstantial. Not guilty!" Then I thought "Hmmm, does this mean that I should give up my dream of being a prosecutor?" If I go on an interview for a prosecutor job, and they ask me "do you think that cops ever lie in court," should I say "hell yeah!" or should I lie?

Financial Crisis

I just realized that after I graduate next month, I won't be able to get student loans anymore. What will I do? (I know, I know, get a job. Shut up, Mom.)

I've sort of fallen into a regular routine: log on, check the bank account balance, quickly apply for a new loan, con the real lawyers at my internship into buying me lunch for a few days, receive check, deposit, resume partying. Lather, rinse, repeat.

But now those days are coming to an end. And I think some of those banks might be serious about wanting that money back.

I actually tried getting a job last month, but Target wouldn't hire me. I think I failed the personality test. There were a bunch of questions like:

"How smart do you consider yourself to be, in relation to everyone else?
A. Smarter than everyone
B. Smarter than 25% of the people
C. Smarter than 50% of the people
. . ." and so on.

I answered "A" to all these types of questions -- because, you know, statistically, I am smarter than 95% of the population. But I wasn't going to flaunt it or anything -- I was just going to work the cash register and keep to myself and not brag about being able to make change.
But I think their computer screening program flagged me as a psychopath. Oh well. Maybe I can work at Starbucks.

Oh my god, I have that same outfit!

This week at law school appears to be the student government elections. Or student bar association, or whatever it's called. There's posters everywhere, and flyers in my mailbox, and a bunch of people standing around in their suits "campaigning" or whatever it is they're doing.

What I want to know is, who do they think they're impressing with the suits? Their fellow students? Because you know what? We all own blue suits. Every single one of us. We're law students. Those of us who had real jobs before starting law school own multiple blue suits. Do they think that people are going to look at them and think "that guy looks very responsible and hardworking -- I'll vote for him!"? No.

American Idol Liveblogging

I'm watching American Idol for the second time EVER, because I want to see this Sanjaya guy that everyone is talking about.

Opening credits:
- Reminds me of that part in X-Men where Magneto is in the plastic cell.
- Hey look! It's Nathan Fillion! What's up with that?
- Oooh, Jennifer Lopez. She's so pretty. I bet that right this minute, she's not sitting in front of her TV, drinking wine and eating Easter chocolate. She's at the gym with her personal trainer, and that's why her ass is 150 times better-looking than mine.

First singer:
- I like her. She's pretty good.
- That British guy is a jerk. I'm going to vote for whatever-her-name-was just because he didn't like her.

Commercial Break:
- boring, boring.
- Oh wait, I tivo-ed this - I can fast forward.

Second Singer (Lakiesha?):
- I liked her too. Stopped listening when the judges talked, don't know if I'll vote for her or not.

Commercial Break:
- I'm supposed to be writing a motion in limine. Just realized I have no idea what a motion in limine is.

Third Singer
- I missed his name. I don't care enough to rewind the tivo.
- I don't like his hair. Or his singing. He's just kind of blah.
- Are these people not singing the whole songs? That seemed really short.
- British guy liked him best. Is there any way to vote against someone?

Commercial Break:
- ooh, it's a commercial for that show that Nathan Fillion is in! Set the tivo!

Fourth Singer (Haley):
- pre-performance - Jennifer Lopez is coaching the singer. . .
- what are those boots? they look awful. But J-Lo look has cute shoes!
- actual performance: shorts? seriously? and you can't be a star with hair like that, honey.

Fifth Singer (Phil):
- stupid hat. it doesn't matter what you sing, if you're going to wear that hat.

Sixth Singer (Jordin):
- I like her hair. Is this show supposed to be about the singing? I have trouble focusing on that.
- I like the drummer's shirt a lot.

Seventh Singer (Blake):
- Marc Anthony is really creepy, isn't he? But I like that song. But not when Blake sings it.
- Oh my god - that hat is even stupider than Phil's hat. Who is dressing these people?
- Where is Sanjaya? Did he get kicked off and I missed it?

Sanjaya:
- He's singing in Spanish. Does he get bonus points for that?
- I don't think he's any worse than the guys with the stupid hats.

When do we find out who gets voted off the island? It's a separate episode, right?

Today's Study Dilemma:

Riesling?
Pre-trial memorandum?
or both?

Study Update: Getting Ready for the Bar Exam

Today's bar exam topic is "The Dukes of Hazzard: The Beginning". I'm learning a lot about criminal law.

But seriously, this is a terrible, terrible movie. I laughed until I cried. If it wasn't for the nude wrestling in Borat, this would be the funniest movie ever. It's just plain awful.

The only criticism I have is that Daisy Duke really needs a sandwich. A couple of sandwiches, and a milkshake, and a handful of oreos.