Friday, February 27, 2004
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
About To Become Less Important During November
Some time this morning my dad will be sworn in as a citizen after over 27 years of residing here in the good ol' U.S. of A. In the spirit of the current political climate I'd like to greet him into the fold of American citizens.
Welcome, you fucking Democrat.
Welcome, you fucking Democrat.
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
To My Two Loyal Readers Out There - Posting Will Be Light
Catching up on all the reading that was put off because of the appellate brief. Also, I have to prepare for a practice oral argument on Thursday. Then I have to refine the appellate brief for final draft form that is due in less than two weeks. After that I'll probably be trying to catch up on reading again. So don't expect much for at least the next two weeks.
Monday, February 23, 2004
Pushing The Boundaries Of Pass/Fail
The appellate brief rough draft due in Legal Writing today had a 28 page max. The Points and Authorities, which was due two weeks ago and is the basis of the appellate brief had a 20 page max. My partner and I are turning in 18 pages of crap today. We're only two weeks behind with two weeks to catch up. Now let us pray that I this rough draft passes.
Sunday, February 22, 2004
Who Knew?
But there is a diamond larger than the one to be found on Bunny's finger.
The statistics on Lucy [name of the diamond] are impressive - it is estimated to be 10 billion trillion trillion carats.It's just really far away.
By comparison, those here on Earth are mere baubles.
The biggest ever found here was a very modest 3,100 carats.
Lucy, meanwhile, is 1,500 kilometres from end to end or an awful lot of engagement rings, necklaces and earrings.
YOU ARE RULE 20(a)!
You are Rule 20, an important part of the Federal
Rules' policy of permissive joinder. You are
designed specifically to allow as many parties
in an action as can be tried efficiently, and
you'll include someone as long as there is some
factual overlap between a claim involving them
and the rest of the case at hand. You are
popular, out-going, and are never far from
friends. However, your overly gregarious
nature and magnanimous approach to all things
cause your closest friends to wonder that, even
when you're surrounded by your compatriots,
there is a part of you that feels cold and very
alone.
Which Federal Rule of Civil Procedure Are You?
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You are Rule 20, an important part of the Federal
Rules' policy of permissive joinder. You are
designed specifically to allow as many parties
in an action as can be tried efficiently, and
you'll include someone as long as there is some
factual overlap between a claim involving them
and the rest of the case at hand. You are
popular, out-going, and are never far from
friends. However, your overly gregarious
nature and magnanimous approach to all things
cause your closest friends to wonder that, even
when you're surrounded by your compatriots,
there is a part of you that feels cold and very
alone.
Which Federal Rule of Civil Procedure Are You?
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Mantra For The Day
The rough draft is only pass/fail. The rough draft is only pass/fail. The rough draft is only pass/fail.
This will either lead to peaceful completion of assignment or famous last words. Let's hope it's the former.
This will either lead to peaceful completion of assignment or famous last words. Let's hope it's the former.
Saturday, February 21, 2004
Or Did I Inadvertantly Change The Options
Where was I when Westlaw changed its format? What was so wrong with the old format? Why didn't they consult me first? Damn Westlaw bastards.
Time to become LexisNexis certified.
Time to become LexisNexis certified.
Too Funny To Be True
From Phoenix New Times
Have you heard the one about the brown-skinned kid who showed up at the Nazi rally wearing a "WHITE POWER" tee shirt?
This was no joke at Aryanfest 2004, an "international" gathering of Nazi skinheads, Ku Klux Klan members and other white supremacists that took place inside McDowell Regional Mountain Park just north of Fountain Hills a couple of weekends ago.
Aryanfest's gates opened at noon, and about an hour later, the gathering assemblage gradually hushed as all eyes turned upon the young man who had just paid his entrance fee and was casually perusing the hate-rock compact discs, swastika flags and white power watch caps at Panzerfaust Records' merchandise booth.
He was in his late teens or early 20s, had a shaved head and sported Nazi and white power tattoos on both arms, in addition to wearing the white tee shirt with bold, black script.
He would have fit in just fine, except for one thing: He wasn't white. Not even close. There was at least half a cup of Kahlúa in his cream.
Seemingly oblivious to the increasingly hostile stares and menacing murmurs generated by his mere presence, this poor fellow, who seemed on the verge of getting lynched from the nearest sturdy saguaro cactus, was accompanied by three white kids who looked as if their primary aspiration in life was to load amplifiers for Marilyn Manson. They were outfitted in gothic black. Two had long, dirty blond hair, the other an unruly dark brown mop that danced wildly in the cold wind.
About five minutes after arriving, the group of four was approached by a cadre of skinhead security guards. These storm troopers were painfully polite as they informed the brown kid he wasn't welcome. "We're sorry, but we've been asked by the managers of this event to tell you that you have to leave. We're going to escort you out," said one.
"Why?" asked the kid.
The skinheads looked at him incredulously, and not without a degree of sympathy. It was obvious that he actually thought he belonged there, amongst white power kinfolk. "Well, you haven't broken any of the festival's rules," began another skinhead, employing the sort of "I hate to break it to you" tone of voice of a father explaining to his 5-year-old son why a bed sheet tied around his neck doesn't mean he can fly. "The thing is, you're not white."
Crestfallen, the kid stood silent for a few beats, then responded, "Okay, okay. I understand. I respect that. I just hope you know I didn't mean any disrespect by being here. I just wanted to come out and show my respect for the white race and support the cause."
"We respect that, and we appreciate your attitude, you not giving us any trouble," said a skinhead, gently guiding him toward the exit. "It's just we don't allow any non-whites here, and, you know, a judgment call was made and that call was that you're not white. We'll be happy to refund your money. Your friends can stay if they like, and if not, we'll give them their money back as well."
The four interlopers each retrieved their $30 cover charge, then made hastily for their car. Watching them go, celebrity racist Tom Metzger cackled and said, loudly but to no one in particular, "Well, what in the hell do you suppose that spic was thinking?"
Friday, February 20, 2004
Thank God I'm Not
But if I were to be voting in California's democratic primary then I would be writing in this candidate's name.
Awwww... How Sweet
Right now my friends are planning to surprise me for my b-day in Torts. They must be mistaking me for a Trojan. Insulting as that is, it's still sweet of them.
Everyone else go forth and celebrate Wayne Day with drunken debauchery.
Everyone else go forth and celebrate Wayne Day with drunken debauchery.
Ja Rule and Ashanti Wouldn't Be Proud And I'm Not Too Happy About It Either
I leave school early yesterday and it took just over an hour to get home. I leave for school late this morning and it took nearly an hour and half.
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