It is the final stretch of the semester.
I am at the Spyhouse to write the first of the last three papers of my law school career and I’m bewildered. The paper is for my death penalty seminar. It is due on Friday, and I have never been so thoroughly disinterested in a class or topic. Strickland, Lockhart, AEDPA, 28 U.S.C. § 2254(d) deference…I can’t be bothered.
Winter smacked down during these past two weeks.
I enjoyed one last day at the lake and then Minneapolis got a foot of snow in an epic snow storm.
Let’s just be real: the whole point of having dogs in Minnesota is watching them slide on ice.
Nathan and I leave Pagoda and get on the highway to the movie theater. There is a light rain. Traffic is horrible.
We sit in traffic for a while before we see the accident: one car smashed into a metal barrier, front crumbled, airbags deployed. Two goofy-looking teens stand next to the car in the rain.
Ahead is a SUV facing the wrong direction in the middle of the road. The driver is a frantic-looking blond girl. Traffic moves around her car on the shoulder.
I’m towards the end of a Lake Calhoun dog walk and run into a man who stares me down. I avoid eye contact, but to no avail:
Creeper: “Nice dogs!”
Me: “Thanks.”
I keep walking. He catches up.
I saw this at the Uptown Rainbow Foods grocery store today:
My first reaction was: “What a fugly box.”
There’s usually a moment on my dog walks where I almost hang Harley in an attempt to prevent him from eating goose poop.
Ick.
Today I tried a new tactic: the epic flip-out. And it worked! Harley dove for a piece of goose crap and violence ensued.1 I try not to get animal abuse-y, especially in public, but it was totally worth it because Harley wouldn’t even look at the poop after that.
I took them on a second walk around lake Calhoun this evening and had no issues. Great success. And yes, I plan on doing the same thing if my future children even get NEAR goose crap. Hide yo kids, hide yo wife.
I dread parking in the Salon parking lot.
There is a parking lot attendant who always creepily compliments my haircut when I pay. He makes me uncomfortable and I have a hard time understanding his thick-Somali accent. He makes me feel as if I’m in some sexual-harassment training video.
So this was obviously taken before the snow storm, but I don’t want forget to mention this house.
What’s worse than being a Fedex guy in a snow storm?
…being the Fedex guy with the broken truck.
It’s supposedly going to snow tomorrow, so I took the krakens around the lake one last time.
More randomness around Minneapolis:
University of Minnesota tuition protest posters still cake campus:
Professor H noted that we look stressed, and that stressed law students are typical for November.
She then addressed our Thanksgiving schedule:
In mid October I was over 200 pounds again so I recommitted myself to Jillian Michael’s “Master your Metabolism” regime.
…and then a week passed.
I eventually chased down the wagon, climbed back on, and recorded my weight every morning on this here dry erase chart:
I miss the good old days when you actually had to download something to get a computer virus. I’m on google images when the Java program starts and suddenly these fake antivirus-program-looking windows pop up and completely disable my non-school laptop.
