Irony's been bugging me to post something for the past few days, but I actually had work to do, so I held off. But now I only have reading that I'm not gonna do anyway, so here I am. It's raining. Rainy Boston isn't fun. It increases the surliness of Boston drivers by about 10% and now they have puddles to splash you with if the light changes when you're 3/4ths of the way across the street and run the rest of the way so you don't -die-.
An Audi does not mean you're entitled to run over a girl. You need at least a BMW for that kind of thing. And even then you can only run over the ugly ones.
What else...This past weekend my friend and I saw a play called What The Butler Saw, which was quite entertaining eventhough there was no butler. That guy who always plays really snotty British men was in it. You know, the one who was in charge of all the artwork in the White House in that...one episode of the West Wing. I'm guessing he was in Frasier too. Because...snotty English guy...Frasier.
Two of the kids in my Conflict and Dispute class were all over the Boston papers a couple days ago: The Herald, the Globe and..heh..the Metro, craprag that it is. They were at the state house for the whole gay marriage thing and were apparently infront of every cameraman there. The Globe's caption said something about them being a couple and instead of walking into class bragging about how she was all over the papers Girl In Paper walks in and looks at Guy In Paper and says 'A couple? Since when are you not a big flaming ball of queer?' I want to know why they all had photos of an...allegedly straight couple under a headline about gay marriage. I'm sure there was a big pile 'o disgruntled gayfolk to photograph. And they're generally pretty. Prettiest protest you ever did see. Ah well. The mystery of the press.
We're doing obscenity cases in First Amendment now. They're much more fun than seditious libel. Mostly because sometimes they reference a case called Memoirs of a Girl of Pleasure v. the State of Massachusetts. If you imagine them as Transformers it's really amusing. Almost as amusing as picturing 'Chief Justice Burger.' Hee. He serves you justice, flame-broiled.
Also, to the person that set off the fire alarm while I was in the shower today: I will find you. And you will pay. You ruined my exfoliation process.