I’m all tingly. Pretty grateful for a spine right now; it’s pretty much the only thing that’s keeping me from sliding down my chair to nap on the nasty, dirty floor.

But hell if nasty, dirty floor doesn’t sound good right now. Mmm, nap…

/girds self

Only 1 hour and 17 minutes left before I go home.

Most of the time, case law is pretty tedious. Once in awhile, though, the jurists break through their boring, robot-like (if robots practiced in circuitous, convoluted thought) shells and produce writing worth a smile or two:

Like a 19th-Century itinerant peddler, appellant Boot Hughston arrived in Mendocino County in the summer of 2006 to sell his wares. Instead of pushing a cart, he drove a rented Hummer, and in place of pots, pans and other dry goods, he sold illegal drugs.

Did you know today was

Curt loves me, and therefore I will not write my angry rant about Microsoft, or the state of the world. With a few balloons and colorful crepe streamers, my husband has single-handedly vanquished the world’s iniquities (as they exist within our tiny little demesne). Today I will not complain.

Happy evening, all! :)

Hello, and here is our turkey this year!

This year, we’re going with Giada de Laurentiis’ Turkey with Herbes de Provence and Citrus. We’ll see how it turns out! ;)

I realize this is old hat, but we’re finally getting around to watching the King Kong documentary. And yes, these guys are a little weird for loving King Kong so much, but none of us are completely free of ridiculous obsessions, are we?

Anyway, I just want to say it, because I cannot help not saying it: BILLY MITCHELL IS AN ASS. A big fat flaming ass. And he has bad hair. What a sad, pathetic little man. GRAR!

Not as scary as Fatal Frame II, but um, still darn startling. I would totally die in a zombie attack. I mean, seriously. There’s no way. In real life, I could not be bandaged by someone and get back to full functionality. In real life, I can’t set the game to Normal, or Easy. In real life, I’ve never fired a gun, and even if I could, I would probably be a worse shot than I am in the game.

Also, in real life, if there were zombies running around and leaping from buildings and swarming me, I would probably be terrified and therefore useless. I’d like to fantasize that I’d be all gung-ho and suddenly come alive, but no. No. I would just die.

Let me just say now, while the impending zombie menace has not yet reached our shores: it would suck to die in a zombie attack. I would opt out, thanks.

/shudder