Wednesday, April 7, 2010

A darker deeper level of snark

I know it's been quite some time since I've shown my face, so to speak, here and for that, dear internet, I am sorry. But I had to share this with you. She could be my new best friend, if I were lucky enough to live in the Bay Area:


Tuesday, January 26, 2010

law student version of sending my child to war

Dear Apple Technician,

Please, please please take good care of my baby. She is in a very vulnerable state at the moment, what with the combination of not working correctly and me oscillating between screaming and crying jags every time she does not work correctly. She is my trusty and loyal sidekick, my partner in crime, the love of my (law school) life. Be kind. Treat her well. I've put her through a lot of trials and tribulations over the last year and a half, and I'd like to see her make it at least until I graduate and find a job. Send her back to me new and improved as fast as you can.

Also? Though I am in the midst of a massive pre-send-off backup of my data, please PLEASE for the love of all that is holy try not to delete any of my shit. I am a law student, not a tech guru, and I make no claims of actually knowing what I am doing when it comes to backing up my documents, music and pictures. And all those other random but essential files that live in non-obvious places. In other words, please send my baby back intact, aside from the broken parts.



Tuesday, January 19, 2010

hiatus shmi-bite me-atus

You might say that I have been on a hiatus from blogging. You would be correct. I launched myself into winter break with the pointed goal of Doing Nothing for 4 solid weeks and I'm happy to say that I succeeded, with one notable exception. I did spend a lot of time with my new boyfriend, who I'll call Jack Bauer. He is incomparably delightful, but that's enough gushing for now.

Today I made a discovery about an apparent misconception that I've had since starting law school. I always thought that the loud people in the library were 1Ls - those without a clear understanding of law school etiquette and hierarchy, who had no basis for understanding their volume level. And I have been wrong this whole time! The loud people in the library are actually 3Ls - they don't really care that much about reading for their classes, but they're sort of in the habit of being in the library, and the bar exam isn't close enough yet for them to actually be preparing. I'm not yet sure what to do with this new found knowledge, as it stretches my sense of law school etiquette and hierarchy to glare mercilessly at a bunch of 3Ls. More to follow, and I promise it will be sooner than last time.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

internet "research"

You know you've crossed some sort of internet-stalking line when you find things while "researching" somebody online that you want to share with them, but in order to do so you'd have to admit to your technological-pokings-around - and not in the "yeah I checked out your pictures when you friended me" kind of way. But come on, when someone else who has the exact same name has put only books about magical demons on their amazon wish list, how can I be expected to not make a joke about that?

In a related note, lots of people who have private Facebook profiles do not have private pictures. I mean lots and lots, especially those who are not paranoid law students worried about getting a job someday. I also think that most people don't think about the setting "friends of friends" as still containing complete strangers. I start break tomorrow afternoon and it is going to take Herculean efforts to keep from going any further into the internetz.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

notes in the margins

My favorite note I've found written (by me) in the margins of my casebook as I outline: "professor thinks this is crap."

It is unfortunately not so helpful as to why professor thinks it is crap, or what professor prefers. At least it's better than the one about a hundred pages back, awkwardly positioned far enough away from the case as to indicate that it wasn't referring to anything in particular: "WTF."

Oh evidence, you and I can only be friends for the purpose of pointing out the inaccuracies of Law & Order.

Friday, December 4, 2009

it's a series of tubes

Ok, I love me some lolcats as much as anybody else (not true, I probably love them more), but have you ever read the comments on those posts? Holy literacy rate, I want to punch those people.

Also, while I'm on the subject of griping about my otherwise favorite study distractions, I've always wondered: who are the people taking the People of Walmart pictures? They have to be in Walmart to take the picture, or at least lurking around the parking lot - aren't they making fun of themselves in a roundabout way? Or worse, are they just douchey hipster college students doing recon so that they can bask in the glory of their photo being posted on the site? Does it assuage the conscience of people like me when we do go into Walmart? "Hey it's not so bad, maybe I'll see a crazy person I can take a picture of with my overpriced phone!"

This is a perfect example of why I should not be left alone to study on a Friday night, without the company of booze or attractive men: because when left to my own devices I over-analyze everything that is fun about the internet.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

moment of panic

Every time I have to do a research assignment for work, there is a moment early on in the process when I am looking at the research question and I just think to myself, "I have no fucking clue what my boss is asking for." I know I need to ask some questions to clarify what it is I'm supposed to be looking for, but in order to ask good questions I need to have some understanding of what I'm doing. In order to have some understanding of what I'm doing, I need to know a little bit more than zero, that is if I want to keep my job. And so I spend a couple of hours spinning my wheels, grasping at search terms and obscure ALRs until I have enough of a shadow of an idea to ask those clarifying questions. Does this happen to anybody other than me?