Here are the rest of the pictures from the Minnesota Wild vs. Anaheim Ducks game. I took a ton of pictures of the sidelines and crowd because the facial expressions are priceless.
Click on the thumbnails to see the full sized picture:
Here are the rest of the pictures from the Minnesota Wild vs. Anaheim Ducks game. I took a ton of pictures of the sidelines and crowd because the facial expressions are priceless.
Click on the thumbnails to see the full sized picture:
I have mice in my apartment!
Well, either that or my upstairs neighbor started raising pigs…
I swear I saw a mouse dart across my kitchen floor a few days ago. I was mortified. As a Miamian, I am used to roaches and lizards, but not mice.
Que disgusting!
And loud!
At least roaches don’t scamper about and squeal. The noise has kept me up all night. I wake up to squeals from the kitchen, but of course the dog is useless. Bullmastiffs were OBVIOUSLY never used as hunting dogs.
I used to have a Dachshund. My dachshund would wake up if he heard anything squealing in the middle of the night, growl, and then hunt it down like a monster from Pandorum.
But no, not my dog.
First, he cannot hear anything over his snoring.
Second, when I do shake him awake like “OH MY GOD DO YOU HEAR THAT?” he opens his eyes, keeps snoring with his eyes open, and then rolls over like “bitch, I’m sleeping.”
USELESS! Absolutely useless!
So I tip-toed to the kitchen – where all the commotion is coming from – and I swear it sounds like Jerry Springer is holding a mouse session in the ceiling: squealing, slapping, and chairs being thrown… All of it.
But because the sound seems to come from the ceiling, I cannot rule out the possibility that my upstairs neighbor has a live pig or something in her kitchen. And no, that would not be strange in this apartment building…
Anyhoot, I am going to try to go back to bed. In the morning I may have to invest in some mouse traps, or get over my cat allergy…
Last class we filled out evaluations:
Professor A: “Thank you for filling out my teaching evaluations. They are being evaluated by the Afghanistan election commission so it’s going to take some time to get a result…”
Professor A, who practices at a fancy firm downtown, gives us practice tips:
Professor A: “Today’s practice tip: You can’t expect all of your clients to like you. You can only hope that they respect you.”
The professor then told us about a news story where a policeman’s wife had an affair with a doctor. The policeman found out, lured the doctor to his house, threatened to sue, and then demanded $150,000. The doctor gave the policeman $25,000, which did not constitute a gift.
Professor A: “The newspaper story did not say what the basis of the policeman’s threatened suit would be…but then again, only people from Arkansas know what their law is.”
I’m done with the female rowers after this. I promise. Seriously!
But I just love the facial expressions here:
Here are the rest of the images of the rowers. The first set is here.
At least Professor R is honest about the reading:
“You don’t need to read the mortgage financing forms word-for-word because if you’d try to you’d quickly go insane because they are really boring…”
Should have read your HUD booklet.
Professor E: “Mrs. Smith, do you remember getting your HUD special information booklet when you bought your house?”
Jill: “Uh, no. I don’t remember that at all. But I was young when I bought my house so I sort of rushed through it. I got totally screwed though…”
And the case quote of the day:
There is a group of inmates at the LCC who call themselves “the Peckerwoods.” This group of inmates has been identified by the facility as a security threat group. Gibbens v. Sabatka-Rine, D.Neb.,2009.
The Peckerwoods case involved a prisoner who had a lot of enemies in jail. He made most of these enemies before he got to the jail – he had ripped someone off, murdered someone else’s brother…
The prisoner was attacked by a member of the Peckerwoods gang in the prison kitchen and alleged that the warden was “deliberately indifferent to the serious risk of harm” that the Peckerwoods member posed to him.
His case was dismissed because he failed to show that the warden was aware that his attacker posed a threat to him.
The room for my Conflicts class always smells like snot.
So I am sitting in this snot-scented room 10 minutes before class. No one else is in the room yet.
The snot smell becomes oppressive, and I decide it is time for a freshness update. And gasp! Surprise, surprise! There is a can of Axe in my bag!
So I spray the Axe.
A minute later Jill walks in.
She puts her stuff down in the back of the room and then starts hacking. I turn around and Jill is running out of the room.
Jill: “Do you TASTE that?”
Me: “What?”
Jill: “Sorry.” (HACK) “Someone released a perfume bomb back there!”
Woops.
See also: The Best of Jill.
I was trying to take a picture of the plant, but someone decided he (and his junk) just needed to be part of the picture:
The Science Teaching center is still under construction.
When the building is finished there will be at least one professor who will consider throwing a brick through the building’s windows because the building obstructs his view of downtown Minneapolis and the Mississippi river.
I suspect there’s no hurry to finish the building before winter. During the weekends there are sometimes only two people working:
I discovered that the dog gets a little camera shy! This is incredibly convenient when I want him to stop staring at me when I’m eating:
Oh, and that is his kennel in the background! The kennel is under a table with a patterned table cloth. This makes the kennel invisible on those rare occasions where I actually shut the door.
99.54% of the time it’s as awkward as it looks in the video.
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It is 41 degrees outside (“feels like 34”) and raining, so of course the dog wakes me up:
Harley: “Time to go poopy!”
Me (looking outside): “Bitch please. Go back to sleep.”
Harley: “Poopy! Can’t wait. Noooow please.”
Me: “Fine, fine…5 more minutes…”
Harley: “The pudding can’t wait!”
Harley jumps off my bed and scampers off.
I’m putting my jeans on to take the dog out when a hear a toot from the living room.
Harley trots out of his kennel by the time I get there. There’s a big-steamy-pile of surprise in the kennel. Harley wags his tail until I start with the hysterics:
Me: “GOD DAMMIT! THIS IS UNFAIR! I WAS GETTING READY!”
Harley: “Unfair? Equity isn’t for those who sleep on their rights beyotch! Poopy couldn’t wait.”
I clean up the bullshit surprise and then put Harley’s leash on. He gives me a look like, “What’s that for? I’ve already relieved myself.”
Me: “I am not going to be the only one going outside in this plague weather!”
Harley: “But it’s coooold and wet!”
Me: “MY POINT EXACTLY!”
Five minutes later we are on the corner of the block and I’m trying to explain to Harley how he cannot both wake me up at an ungodly hour AND sass me for the crappy weather. My glares/mental rant are interrupted when I see Mel on the corner of the street.
I haven’t seen Mel since this summer. But tonight she was working the street – without an umbrella – standing on the corner looking wet and miserable.
Prostitutes on my block were everywhere this summer, but most of them had enough sense to take their work inside once the weather started to turn. But not Mel! Rain or shine, Mel is always in business. She’s on that USPS level.
I give Mel a look like “it’s time to invest in an umbrella or reconsider your career choices.”
She glares.
The dog snorts at her and we walk off.
I was studying on the couch and got up to get more coffee. When I returned, I found that I had lost my place:
And I realize that it doesn’t look like it, but there’s actually enough room on the couch for both of us.
Real Estate Law: Professor E on title searches:
Professor E: “There are people who just love to do title searches. To them it’s just a huge puzzle and they love the history involved! But most people would rather shoot themselves…”
My tax professor’s asides:
Professor A: “Part of what started this stink was smartass business school professors…”
Professor A: “I’m sorry I’m not my usual sparkling self. I spent a long weekend in Boston eating way too much seafood…”
One morning during orientation training, I was surprised to find a turkey meandering outside of the law school. I didn’t trust my eyes, so I dragged one of the other orientation leaders over to the window to see if, in fact, had lost it.
The other orientation leader (who is from Minnesota) calmly informed me that Minnesota has wild turkeys and that this particular turkey was known to hang around the law school.
I am used to alligators, but somehow still fascinated by the thought of a wild turkey roaming around campus.
Okay, so Minnesota has wild turkeys…and very cold looking seagulls:
I love the old buildings in the mall area of the East Bank of campus.
Smith Hall, like most buildings on that side of campus, has really ornate lanterns in front of it.
Here are some pictures of the details:
My most recent post for The Shark is about California Western Law School’s decision to have school-sponsored student blawgs on their website. I’m not buying it. These blogs scream “infomercial!”
Also on The Shark: Back up your files. Or else.
If I wrote about how I really feel right now, my law school career counselor would probably let out a primal scream and assault me in the hallway.
So, no profanity editorializing – I am just going to state the facts:
Methinks it’s winter now.
Update (post dog walk): so, I officially scrapped tonight’s plans of outlining tax law. Tonight’s new project is teaching Harley how to use a litter box.
The weight of the snow causes mini avalanches from the trees. It feels like the trees are chucking snow down on the sidewalk out of bitterness like “WHY IS THERE SNOW ON ME? I STILL HAVE LEAVES DAMMIT!”
So, I felt like the star of my own video game! I am Super Mario with a golf umbrella and sack of dog poop. The object of the game was to hop around the neighborhood without getting dumped on by the trees. 1up my people!
It was a lot of fun. I take back all my bitching about the snow….which is only getting worse by the way:
Here are some more pictures of the University of Minnesota rowing team (and others). I’m almost finished editing the entire set. Click on the thumbnails to see larger versions.
It’s Thursday night. I am exhausted from school and work.
My allergies are terrorizing me. I suspect I have swine flu.
My eye is red and throbbing. I suspect I have pink eye.
I open my apartment and immediately sense that the dog messed his kennel. Crap.
I stand there and just look at the books, legal pads, and clothes that are strewn about the room.
The pile of dishes in the kitchen creaks.
The kennel smell is only getting worse.
This is a disaster.
The dog is glaring at me now, but I am still standing there.
I look down and see a piece of paper that had been slid under my door: “Hi this is the building manager and landlord writing to tell you that we were in your apartment today to check if there were any leaks in the bathroom or kitchen.”
My humiliation was complete.
I’ve had a rough two weeks, and that was definitely the low point.
I spent the rest of the weekend working and slowly piecing my apartment together again, but I am still convinced that the next time my landlord sees me he’s going to point and scream “SLOOOB! PIGGY PIGGY PIGGY! SUWEEEE! SUWEEE!”
What made weeks 4 and 5 so bad? School work? Plague weather? Illness?
I want to blame it on all of those reasons, but the real cause of Thursday’s hot-mess-moment was that I failed to follow my own advice and forgot about my non-negotiables: I didn’t eat right, sleep enough, or focus on my goals.
Hence the disaster.
Although school work, plague weather, and illness didn’t help:
The increase in school work was primarily due to moot court because legal research is one of those endless time-sucks where you can “always do more” and I was bad about cutting myself off.
The increase in school work coincided with a week of plague weather: 40 degrees, wet, and gross. And there was this ever-present drizzle that was too light to warrant an umbrella, but quick enough to soak. Fail.
The cold meant that I had to skip to the downtown Target to buy gloves. This was the view from the Macy’s skyway:
And I certainly felt like I had the plague because, my allergies were so bad that I was convinced that I was convinced that I had swine flu. People are very paranoid about h1n1, and I got the filthiest looks from my classmates when I was trying to control my running nose without being distracting. I’m surprised someone didn’t stand up and should “WHY ARE YOU HERE AT ALL? YOU ARE GOING TO INFECT US ALL!”
Oh, and the eye. My nasty eye irritation was completely my fault. My optometrist never told me that I have to dump my contact fluid every time that I use my contacts.
So…I used the same fluid for about three weeks.
Every one that I have told this to has gasped in horror as if I just realized that an oven is an inappropriate place to let a toddler sleep. Pfft.
Well, I chucked the bacteria-filled contacts and fluid, and my eye is much better. With clear eyes, a clean apartment, fresh diet, and enough sleep, so I begin again.
Jansen’s music charts: the songs that made me want to shimmy and shake this week.