It's finally here: the year of my law school graduation. This phenomenon always freaks me aht...when you start a new degree, they assign you this seemingly arbitrary futuristic title. Class of 1997. Class of 2002. Class of 2006. And semester after semester, this year seems so far, far away.
Then one night, you are hanging aht...
and BAM - 2006!
When the mysterious graduation year sneaks up on me it I want to celebrate the fact that I survived this far. But it also saddens me because the sily, crazy, stressed-out, laughin'-so-hard-I-nearly-pissed-my-pants...wait-I-DID! trip is almost over. The Class of 2006 will get its time to bask in the glory for a few days (specifically, May 27, 2006), but then it's back to the grindstone. The bar. Yea.
This correlates to how after the new year, everyone dates their checks and notes wrong. Our minds, fingers and souls seem to reject the unknown of the new four-digit demarcation at the end of the date. (That is, except for you savvy laptop Mircosoft Word note-takers, who don't even have to know what date it is because your computer's got your back.) So, what I'm saying is that New Year's always alerts me to the fact that I will need more Wite Out to fix my mistakes.
So, whatever yinz are doing for this ridiculous calendar holiday, I hope that you do it safely so that you can be around to see us rock 2006.
Love to all,
Dice
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Fanwich
During the fourth quarter of Saturdee's Steelers - Brahns game, a fan ran aht onto da field an got a fanwich from James Harrison. Please note: This was not shown on TV even though the announcers were howling as they watched it. They claimed that network policy prevented them from showing it because they did not want to encourage others to follow suit. It was shown on the local news last night.
P.S. The Steelers won, 41-0.
Merry Christmas.
Monday, December 26, 2005
The Chronic - What? - cles of Narnia
I forgot to tell yinz about the best SNL skit I have seen in years...Home alone last Saturday night (exam-time, people), I watched to see what Jack Black (my hero) would do as the host of SNL...I was kinda disappointed in his work, but then a two-minute short came on the screen & it fucking rocked! Laffin aht lahd, biiiaaches.
So, if you haven't already been forced to watch this (& even if you have, you know you wanna watch it again), check out the video for "Lazy Sunday"...
http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=zLElfJ9YCh0
You won't regret it. And you will thank me.
So, if you haven't already been forced to watch this (& even if you have, you know you wanna watch it again), check out the video for "Lazy Sunday"...
http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=zLElfJ9YCh0
You won't regret it. And you will thank me.
365 Days 'Til Next Christmas...Wahoo!
OK, I know, I haven't been keeping up with the Joneses (in blogging, that is). And certainly, this isn't the first time in my short blogging career that I have neglected my Butter duties, but please forgive. Seriously, I just studied for 18 days straight, took 5 exams, shopped for over 20 people & still was able to force smiles for 30 hours over the holiday events. But, I digress with my self-rationalizations...
Let's begin at the beginning. Two Sundays ago, I was in the middle of editing my 8-page, 48-hour take home exam (Legislation, suckas) when I planned to take a 3-hour break to watch the Stees beat the Bears. A half-hour before the game began, I stopped editing my exam & began blogging. About three paragraphs in, I dumped a half cup of pumpkin spice coffee on my laptop. Yes, the laptop in which my Legislation exam lived.
Holy fucking shit!
And I fried my barely-one-year-old Dell Inspirion 5160. Truly sizzled the fucker.
The (X-mas?) miracle of the situation was that I had, five minutes earlier, printed out a draft of my exam to measure the fucking margins. I was a half-page over the limit & Taylor is all about following directions/specifications to a T...or else. So, it was ruler & margin-fudging time. Obviously, someone/thing was watching over me; or, then again, wait, I don't believe in that shit...it was fate, right? Alas, I had a hard copy from which to retype my answer after the Steelers game. A-mah-zing.
Next exam disaster: fast-forward to Tuesday, 4pm, after my breezy & relaxing Spanish (make-up) exam. Hemingway's, dollar pints (Molson, yuck), nufff said. Since many of my friends had just finished their last exam & all I had left was a 24-hour take home Ethics - sorry, "Legal Profession" - exam, I was ready to drink in earnest.
Just one shot of Cuervo and about five to seven pints later, I was drunk. And, do I have to mention that I hadn't eaten anything that day except a Pamela's breakfast (around 11am)? That's kinda implied. Anyway, I ambled to the bus stop around 9pm & rode the 54C home to meet two friends for our weekly viewing of Nip/Tuck...OK, I have to back up a bit. I had forgotten in my stupor/exam chaos that the TWO HOUR SEASON FINALE of Nip/Tuck was that night. That is, until I listened to a voicemail from Danny Boy while at the bar. So, back to the story: I got home, Dan & Stan came over & we began to watch this fucking great episode. Being as drunk and hungry as I was, I couldn't handle the graphic nature of the show without puking, so around 10:30pm (1/2 hour into the show), I told them that I had to eat or pass out immediately. And I opted to pass out. Being respectable house guests, Dan & Stan finished watching the episode & let themselves out. BTdubs, I got to watch the rerun of the finale Friday night...transgender genital mutilation and the Carver revealed - N/T never disappoints.
The next morning, I woke up around 9am & felt like death. Not the archetypal hangover headachey thing; this was feverish chills coupled with nausea, a racing heart beat and dizziness. I was a complete wreck. I knew that I had to eat ASAP, but the thought of any kind of food just made me iller (sweet word, right?). I tried to feed Daisy around 10am & it was nearly impossible to get dog food & water into her bowl without passing out. Then, I puked up a bunch of stomach bile. Ahhhhh, the beauty of the morning-after puke. Did I mention that I had to get to Oakland before noon to pick up my Ethics take-home? Right. The 54C was eliminated as an option. I was in no way going to stand at a bus stop today. Even driving seemed like a bad idea; I was not concerned about finding a parking spot, I just felt too sick to do it. So, around 11am, I called the two people that I knew always have my back: Timmers & KB. Messages were left & I went back to "sleep." T called me back 15 minutes later & came through with flying fucking colors, ribbons & sparkles.
Timily is the BEST.
She went to the Barco, got my exam (not without an attempt at some ill-advised trickery & a call from the Registrar herself) & picked up provisions from Pantera. She came over & got me to a state where I could sit up & have a conversation. After she left, I forced down the bagel & OJ & took my first shower in five days. And, yes, then I took the Ethics exam for the next ten hours.
Painful? A little. Boring? You could say that. Annoying? Fucking right. I was completely out of gas, brain-wise. I would type sentences like, "Depending on the type of information that A is interested in relaying, a noisy withdrawal may work or not." Come on. I know that I can express my thoughts in a better sentence than that. But, by 8pm on December 21st, I really couldn't.
So, it's over. 5 down, 1 to go, semester-wise. That's another thing. While studying for exams this December, I realized that I would never have to try to juggle X-mas duties & law school exams ever again. Like, this time next year, I will be a working (knock on fucking wood) attorney. Christ.
Right now, I am decompresing from the whole X-mas thing. I got some sweet presents; thanks Santa (read: Mom & Dad). One gift worth mentioning was from my sis. She was just in Beaver Creek, CO for the Birds of Prey downhill & grabbed me up some souvies. She bought me a hunter green T-shirt that has a beaver on it & sayz, "Save a tree, Eat a beaver."
OK, I am a hippie, tree-hugging enviro. We all know that. But, Nikki, I am not a lesbian. I believe that this shirt is geared toward straight males or lesbians or anyone who is typically interested in eating pussy & proudly announcing it via fashion. I really like it but fear that it will send the wrong message. Please advise.
I have more to say, but I have the next two & one-half weeks to catch yinz all up on the Dice. Peas aht. And thanks for the gifts, y'all.
Let's begin at the beginning. Two Sundays ago, I was in the middle of editing my 8-page, 48-hour take home exam (Legislation, suckas) when I planned to take a 3-hour break to watch the Stees beat the Bears. A half-hour before the game began, I stopped editing my exam & began blogging. About three paragraphs in, I dumped a half cup of pumpkin spice coffee on my laptop. Yes, the laptop in which my Legislation exam lived.
Holy fucking shit!
And I fried my barely-one-year-old Dell Inspirion 5160. Truly sizzled the fucker.
The (X-mas?) miracle of the situation was that I had, five minutes earlier, printed out a draft of my exam to measure the fucking margins. I was a half-page over the limit & Taylor is all about following directions/specifications to a T...or else. So, it was ruler & margin-fudging time. Obviously, someone/thing was watching over me; or, then again, wait, I don't believe in that shit...it was fate, right? Alas, I had a hard copy from which to retype my answer after the Steelers game. A-mah-zing.
Next exam disaster: fast-forward to Tuesday, 4pm, after my breezy & relaxing Spanish (make-up) exam. Hemingway's, dollar pints (Molson, yuck), nufff said. Since many of my friends had just finished their last exam & all I had left was a 24-hour take home Ethics - sorry, "Legal Profession" - exam, I was ready to drink in earnest.
Just one shot of Cuervo and about five to seven pints later, I was drunk. And, do I have to mention that I hadn't eaten anything that day except a Pamela's breakfast (around 11am)? That's kinda implied. Anyway, I ambled to the bus stop around 9pm & rode the 54C home to meet two friends for our weekly viewing of Nip/Tuck...OK, I have to back up a bit. I had forgotten in my stupor/exam chaos that the TWO HOUR SEASON FINALE of Nip/Tuck was that night. That is, until I listened to a voicemail from Danny Boy while at the bar. So, back to the story: I got home, Dan & Stan came over & we began to watch this fucking great episode. Being as drunk and hungry as I was, I couldn't handle the graphic nature of the show without puking, so around 10:30pm (1/2 hour into the show), I told them that I had to eat or pass out immediately. And I opted to pass out. Being respectable house guests, Dan & Stan finished watching the episode & let themselves out. BTdubs, I got to watch the rerun of the finale Friday night...transgender genital mutilation and the Carver revealed - N/T never disappoints.
The next morning, I woke up around 9am & felt like death. Not the archetypal hangover headachey thing; this was feverish chills coupled with nausea, a racing heart beat and dizziness. I was a complete wreck. I knew that I had to eat ASAP, but the thought of any kind of food just made me iller (sweet word, right?). I tried to feed Daisy around 10am & it was nearly impossible to get dog food & water into her bowl without passing out. Then, I puked up a bunch of stomach bile. Ahhhhh, the beauty of the morning-after puke. Did I mention that I had to get to Oakland before noon to pick up my Ethics take-home? Right. The 54C was eliminated as an option. I was in no way going to stand at a bus stop today. Even driving seemed like a bad idea; I was not concerned about finding a parking spot, I just felt too sick to do it. So, around 11am, I called the two people that I knew always have my back: Timmers & KB. Messages were left & I went back to "sleep." T called me back 15 minutes later & came through with flying fucking colors, ribbons & sparkles.
Timily is the BEST.
She went to the Barco, got my exam (not without an attempt at some ill-advised trickery & a call from the Registrar herself) & picked up provisions from Pantera. She came over & got me to a state where I could sit up & have a conversation. After she left, I forced down the bagel & OJ & took my first shower in five days. And, yes, then I took the Ethics exam for the next ten hours.
Painful? A little. Boring? You could say that. Annoying? Fucking right. I was completely out of gas, brain-wise. I would type sentences like, "Depending on the type of information that A is interested in relaying, a noisy withdrawal may work or not." Come on. I know that I can express my thoughts in a better sentence than that. But, by 8pm on December 21st, I really couldn't.
So, it's over. 5 down, 1 to go, semester-wise. That's another thing. While studying for exams this December, I realized that I would never have to try to juggle X-mas duties & law school exams ever again. Like, this time next year, I will be a working (knock on fucking wood) attorney. Christ.
Right now, I am decompresing from the whole X-mas thing. I got some sweet presents; thanks Santa (read: Mom & Dad). One gift worth mentioning was from my sis. She was just in Beaver Creek, CO for the Birds of Prey downhill & grabbed me up some souvies. She bought me a hunter green T-shirt that has a beaver on it & sayz, "Save a tree, Eat a beaver."
OK, I am a hippie, tree-hugging enviro. We all know that. But, Nikki, I am not a lesbian. I believe that this shirt is geared toward straight males or lesbians or anyone who is typically interested in eating pussy & proudly announcing it via fashion. I really like it but fear that it will send the wrong message. Please advise.
I have more to say, but I have the next two & one-half weeks to catch yinz all up on the Dice. Peas aht. And thanks for the gifts, y'all.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
My State of Mind Exception: FRE 803(3)
In response to the recent Evidence exam fallout, I would like to state my position. First, I know that this whole situation is the result of some sad shit, namely, cancer & Katrina. That said, I believe that we all (meaning law students) wanted to get as good of an understanding of the Federal Rules of Evidence as possible before we are in some job & our boss asks us to draft a motion to supress or exclude. And we respond by looking completely confused.
But, alas, White became very ill & Katrina screwed Newalins. Thus, we were faced with a new professor who kept comparing us to his Tulane students & bitching about the cold weather in P-Burgh. Well, all I can say right now is that the snow that falls here might have some pollutants in it & further, snow only falls when it is colder than 0 degrees Centigrade, but we are not conducting classes in a building that has been submerged in toxic, human & animal wastes. So, let's move on.
The exam. It was tricky. And I kinda like tricky, even when I get the answers wrong. It shows that the Prof. put some effort into the exam. Now, there were some tricky questions on it, including the repetition of multiple choice answers such as: a) it is hearsay, but falls within the exclusion for party admissions; and b) it is non-hearsay, as it is a party admission. See, this is OK. He wanted us to understand that party admissions, by their defintion, fall under 801(d) and are non-hearsay. But, questions where the fact pattern relates the actions of three people (e.g. Tom, Dick & Harry) and the call of the question asks whether Charlie's testimony will be admissible ARE INEXCUSABLE. Pig slop. Crap. Totally unacceptable law professor work product. So, that's what I think.
Should we complain to the Admin.? Maybe, but just to the extent of bringing it to their attention, not to substantively change the way the exam will be graded or curved. We all got fucked. Together. As a group.
Happy finals, biiaaches.
But, alas, White became very ill & Katrina screwed Newalins. Thus, we were faced with a new professor who kept comparing us to his Tulane students & bitching about the cold weather in P-Burgh. Well, all I can say right now is that the snow that falls here might have some pollutants in it & further, snow only falls when it is colder than 0 degrees Centigrade, but we are not conducting classes in a building that has been submerged in toxic, human & animal wastes. So, let's move on.
The exam. It was tricky. And I kinda like tricky, even when I get the answers wrong. It shows that the Prof. put some effort into the exam. Now, there were some tricky questions on it, including the repetition of multiple choice answers such as: a) it is hearsay, but falls within the exclusion for party admissions; and b) it is non-hearsay, as it is a party admission. See, this is OK. He wanted us to understand that party admissions, by their defintion, fall under 801(d) and are non-hearsay. But, questions where the fact pattern relates the actions of three people (e.g. Tom, Dick & Harry) and the call of the question asks whether Charlie's testimony will be admissible ARE INEXCUSABLE. Pig slop. Crap. Totally unacceptable law professor work product. So, that's what I think.
Should we complain to the Admin.? Maybe, but just to the extent of bringing it to their attention, not to substantively change the way the exam will be graded or curved. We all got fucked. Together. As a group.
Happy finals, biiaaches.
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