My poor decrepit journal says nothing, is nothing.

Instead, a friend of mine has nagged me into joining Facebook. Since this journal mostly celebrated the creation of inside jokes, it will be largely retired in favor of Facebook (which I also will update irregularly and increasingly infrequently).

Lest I forget:

Leper-Con 2006!
He attempts to swallow him whole
Wanna play? We'll give you a beer.

It's been quite some time since I updated the poor ol' journal. And, unfortunately, I don't have the time to really update it with all the nougats of goodness. But I finished reading some good Nietzsche and thought I'd plunk down some of the quotes I liked.

"Broadly speaking, it is not fear of man that we should desire to see diminished; for this ( Read more... )

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So this past Saturday I found myself in a Negotiation Competition. It was so much fun ( Read more... )

Why must every episode of Lost end on a huge cliffhanger? I am so utterly exhausted from staying up to watch them. The only time I have to watch is when I should be asleep. And I kid myself into believing I'll only watch one. Until it ends in a cliffhanger ( Read more... )

The bar review course wants me to pay them over 32 hundred dollars. That's just the review course.

I am hemorrhaging dollars. And the bar review course, the bar examiners, the state bar, the MPRE folks, and the DGMC committee are standing around me with buckets.

A question I have ever so conveniently been pondering of late, is who is the coolest saint? Now, the contest is not won by the saint that did the most during their life-time (otherwise the award would have to go to St. George). But rather, it is given based on what that person is the patron saint of ( Read more... )

So, in one my many glue traps, I discovered a lizard. He had gotten himself stuck. His whole body was in the trap with just his head sticking out. He was still alive, though. I didn't really want to kill it. After all, he is merely collateral damage to my war on mice. So I left him there to see if he could possibly wriggle free. He couldn't. I'm ( Read more... )