Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Sorry for the feminist doubling-up...

...but I just HAVE to remark on this.

So, it looks like the Supreme Court will be deciding if Anna Nicole gets a share of Dirty Old Man's fortune. But, you may be surprised, my feminist issue of the day doesn't have to do with whether she gets anything. Instead, I'm taking issue with CNN's reporting. In addition to being Just Plain Bad grammatically, it's blatantly sexist. Take a look at this quote:

""That's just not the way our system works," said Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, the only woman justice who was especially feisty in her questioning."

I'll start with grammar. First off, she's the only *female* justice ("woman" is a noun. I HATE it when people use "woman" as an adjective. HATE HATE HATE). Second, either the other female justice on the court (um? Who are they referring to there? I mean, I don't care how pretty Roberts is...) wasn't as "feisty," or somebody's editor forgot to insert a comma!

Moving on -- actually, I will give you guys a minute to guess what the problem is. Take a look at that quote. You know there's a problem there.




Think you know what it is yet? All right. In addition to confusing nouns with adjectives, CNN's writers apparently don't know which adjectives are appropriate to describe our esteemed Supreme Court Justices. Justice Ginsburg was "feisty"?? "Feisty"????????? Can you imagine anyone ever describing Scalia as "feisty"? I bet he'd even have that cute-when-he's-angry thing going too. Awwwww, isn't it adorable how he's playing like one of the big kids? The little guy just keeps getting up and fighting! What a cutie!!! Oh my gosh! Did you see how he just snapped at Thomas? Ooooooo what if they get in a catfight?? A feisty SCOTUS catfight!!!

Gah. I just. Ick. You SUCK, cnn.com and Associated Press.

UPDATE: CNN has posted another version of the story, removing the reference to feistiness and replacing it with a longer version of Ginsburg's quote. Do they read my blog?

Thursday, February 23, 2006

I don't care what party you are...

... this is just depressing.

President is a "man's job"?? That people feel this way is bad enough. That they openly admit it is even more frightening. Particularly given the fact that I'd bet dollars to doughnuts that this woman would kick their ass in an intellectual argument, any day of the week and fifteen times on Sunday.

You know, I thought this was 2006. I thought the Civil Rights and Women's Movements happened 30-40 years ago. Oh, silly me!

Son of a Diddly!

It appears TTLB has upgraded my blog status to Wiggly Worm. Thanks for all the hits, guys! Keep visiting! If I'm lucky, before long I'll be a Crunchy Crustacean!!

Mmmmm crunchy crustaceans...

Monday, February 20, 2006

Something only the current and former law students will appreciate

This is why I miss 3L year, when I had the time and demented energy to make something like this.

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Sunday, February 19, 2006

The cure for a long holiday weekend

You would think I would like holiday weekends with nothing to do! I'm sure my liver is not such a fan...

Anyway, I've stumbled upon an interesting find... the Fox Reality Channel. This weekend has been a marathon of Paradise Hotel. For indeterminate reasons, I was obsessed with this show when it was on. This probably has something to do with my dropping grades in law school... sigh...

It is, at least, one of the more interesting reality shows. You got to watch things to as close to realtime as any show that I know of. You could even get voted onto the show after watching it. You have to appreciate that type of contemporary-ness.


Wednesday, February 15, 2006


A couple of Angelinos are taking New York to task for being so self-obsessed, even in its sarcastic raps. They've created their own rap to contend with the popular original, "Lazy Sunday," or as it's more popularly known, "The Chronic-what-cles of Narnia."

Why it's funny? Of all the things to fight about, this has got to be one of the coolest.

Even the Midwest is eager for some blood.

I say, let the games begin! And may the best geographic area (that would be the West Coast, by the way), um, win!

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Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Me? Procrastinating?

Naw. I always post three times a day. Yup.

lak, odderie, and jca are all doing this -- so why not me?

Let me know what you think of me on my Johari window.

Lawyer coloring book -- true to life!

I wish I were mahogany.

HT: RL friend Cathy

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Very fitting

Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real"
You're a bit of a cynic when it comes to love.You don't lose your head, and hardly anyone penetrates your heart.
Your ideal Valentine's Day date: is all about the person you're seeing (with no mentions of v-day!)
Your flirting style: honest and even slightly sarcastic
What turns you off: romantic expectations and "greeting card" holidays
Why you're hot: you don't just play hard to get - you are hard to get

Last year we had musical rehearsal on Valentine's Day, which suited me just fine except for the couple of whiners who were bummed they couldn't do something special with that someone special. Whatever. Particularly when it falls on a weekday -- just do something special when the restaurants aren't overbooked and crowded! Where's the rule that you only show each other you care one day a year? Sheesh.

Tonight is House and Scrubs. I'm all set.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Richie Cunningham, Man Genius

All I have to say is: Showtime, I am prepared to buy a subscription for this reason alone.

My prediction of Fox's eventual sentiment: We've made a huge mistake.

::blows a kiss to Jason Bateman::


Friday, February 10, 2006

Onto the wagon

The Myspace wagon, that is. I guess that's what everyone's doing nowadays, right? In the past few weeks, I've been urged by no fewer than three people to join. I was bored last night and figured, what the heck.

This thing is actually pretty cool. I can see why people like it better than Friendster. Although, Friendster does have this on them: it's way more fun to friendster someone than to myspace them. Or myspace-buddy them? I dunno... what's the myspace verb?

One thing that's both cooler and more dangerous about myspace is that, once you have more than eight friends, you can choose who are the first few people to pop up on your profile page as friends. Friendster does this randomly -- I think by date of most recently joined -- and you can't alter it. This is cool because you can make yourself look like you have a bunch of hot friends, or multi-ethnic friends, or athletic friends, or friends who don't like their pictures taken, etc. But it's scary because you could also use it to just pick your favorite friends.

Now, in my opinion, people who do this are just plain silly. Picking your favorites is so easy, and it leaves open the possibility of lost friends if they can't deal with the fact that your boyfriend and your sister and your dog come first. Oh my god, I totally need to make my dog a Myspace profile.

But there are some people who will go this pedestrian route and they'll end up with angry friends, or fewer friends, or something. This is because they fundamentally misunderstand the fact that you can and should use this function strategically. Just like your display photo affects how people see you, your first eight friends affect how people see you.

You may love Bertha dearly, but the fact that she's picking her nose in her display photo is not going to make Johnny Depp think "I must become myspace friends with this girl [note the inferior verbage], after which we will fall in love and I will leave Vanessa Paradis for her in a heartbeat, because I know I've been lying to myself and I am not really French but I am truly an Angelino."



Anyway, the types of friends you choose to put up front and center affects how people see you. Let's face it, folks, we live in an image-conscious society. Who you put forward as your friends makes a difference. If you're on Myspace for "networking," you should find yourself a handful of clean-cut, respectable-looking friends, preferably with face-on photos, conservative backgrounds and suits. If you're on for "dating," make sure there's a healthy balance of fun-but-non-threatening-looking male and female friends -- you don't want to look like a slut but you also don't want to look like one of those people who can't maintain opposite-sex relationships.

You get the idea. Hurt feelings? Psh. You have more important things to worry about.

Now, what about the person who is on for both "networking" and "dating," or other things?

Right now there isn't a solution to that. You have to pick what's more important to you. This is retarded, in my opinion. Cell phones have varying ringtones and callback tones depending on the number they come from -- why not introduce a function into Myspace that shows different profiles depending on what IP address your profile is accessed from? You know it's totally doable.

Listen up, Tom. If you take care of this I might even put you in my top eight.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Holy CRAP discovery is boring.

You know the I-gotta-pee dance? I'm doing the I-needa-drink dance.


Tuesday, February 07, 2006

My new favorite website

Is YouTube.

The idiot programming execs over at ABC didn't bother scheduling in time for the post-game show on Sunday, even though they insisted on airing it (look, I like football more than the average girl -- but when the game's over, it's over. Rehashing it seconds after it's happened is really just kind of dumb, and boring). I get that sometimes stuff is programmed that I don't like watching. But if you're planning to air the show, schedule it onto the freaking program guide!! ABC decided not to do this. It scheduled Grey's Anatomy, a fantastic show, to start right after the Super Bowl.

The Super Bowl ended at 7, as planned.

Grey's Anatomy didn't start until 7:30, half an hour behind schedule.

No one bothered telling my TiVo!!

I couldn't very well shoo my Super Bowl guests so I could watch my show. I figured good ol' TiVo had it covered. And he would have, if not for ABC's incompetence.

After discovering this last night when I tried to watch the episode, which cut out halfway through, I turned to the internet in desperation. Google revealed bupkus. I stooped to downloading KaZaA, something that pained me beyond description. Yet even the P2P service of questionable legality afforded me no GA enjoyment. What was I to do?!

In walks YouTube to save the day. And now, instead of a cliffhanger ending in the middle of the episode, I get the intended cliffhanger at the end. Hooray!

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Monday, February 06, 2006

That's it. I'm buying a house.

I think most normal people "get" that living in an apartment complex means that occasionally you'll have to put up with some noise. Particularly on weekend nights or during major party-worthy events, like, oh, let's say, the Super Bowl.

So yesterday, I hosted a Super Bowl party in my apartment. Even though the game itself sucked, my party was quite awesome. It'll take me a good month or so to clean up my apartment, but it was worth it. I had fun and my guests were happy, so it was a good party.

Except for one thing.

The game ends around 7ish, and my friends decide to play some DDR, as I had invited them to do. They're having great fun and I'm loving the fact that my different friend-groups are getting along so well. Hooray for me helping to forge new connections! Call me self-absorbed, but there's something wholly satisfying about throwing a good party. And I threw a *good* party. Up until the game was over, that is. My friends get to playing DDR at a completely reasonable hour and within fifteen minutes, I shit you not, I get a phone call from my landlord.

Apparently my whiny downstairs neighbor can't take the "dancing" (even though it's only two people at a time. Two whole people, imagine that!). Which makes me especially pissed off considering that I just bought an extra dance pad so that people could have a dance-off. Now, I can understand being upset if there's waaay too much noise at a late hour. I myself have put up with such irritation, to my great chagrin. But this was seven-freaking-thirty, on freaking SUPER BOWL SUNDAY. My landlord, poor beleaguered soul, had taken this whiner's call *in the hospital*, where he was tending to his *sick wife*. Oh, gee, he must feel so bad for her and her problems. He apologized for calling me and worried that she might get mad, so maybe I should go apologize.

I walk back into the living room, first to apologize to my guests, because in my mind they're the ones being put out by all this. I mean, seriously, how are they supposed to sober up if they can't sweat it off? If anyone got in an accident last night I'm blaming Ms. Whiny McWhinerson. Then I go downstairs to apologize to Crazy Lady herself.

I put on my nicest, sweetest face and apologize, explaining that we were playing a dancing game on the Playstation and we'll stop playing it now. I even invite her up for some beer and super bowl food. She declines and tries to explain herself away by saying that the dancing makes her bathroom door shake.

That's right.

She doesn't have migraines.

She doesn't have cats that go crazy and tear up her curtains when there's noise upstairs.

She doesn't have a chandelier that's about to fall from the ceiling.

Her. Fucking. Bathroom. Door. Makes. A little. Noise.

On FUCKING SUPER BOWL SUNDAY she can't even give me an inch.

I cannot WAIT to get away from crazy people like this. Apparently now I won't be able to have a legitimately fun party DURING THE DAY ON THE WEEKENDS because it might not be whisper-soft enough for the Whiniest Neighbor On The Planet.

GOD, I so need to get my own place.


I totally could've told you that

You Are Animal
A complete lunatic, you're operating on 100% animal instincts.You thrive on uncontrolled energy, and you're downright scary.But you sure can beat a good drum."Kill! Kill!"

HT: odderie

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Gassing the Steelers!

Steelers running back Jerome Bettis* has been given the key to the city of Detroit.

Guess who the city last gave its key to?

I knew there was a reason I didn't like the Steelers!

* I actually kinda wish it was a different Steeler, because Jerome is actually a pretty cool guy. His team still sucks, though.