divine angst

I’m going to take a page from THL and just start writing. You get this brain vomit in the form of a post.

TV lately, by the way, is just crappy. I was really looking forward to the season finale of Las Vegas and what I got was majorly cringeworthy. First, celebrity guests coming out the ying-yang. And Mike is Gladys Knight’s nephew? Wha? And they’re setting up next season to be all new—new casino, new jobs for folks, new new new. More intrigue, and probably more boobies.

The other thing I want to know is why, when we have the TV switched over to HD via antenna, does the signal go out ONLY during the show itself and NEVER during commercials? Typical.

A cousin of mine is coming into My Fair City this week—his partner has never been here and since they’re in My Fair State (visiting his parents) they figured they’d come up here. I think she’s going to like My Fair City, especially since they’re staying at one of the most character-ridden motels in town—famous for being a cheap motel, as it were. To counterbalance their motel, we’ll probably have drinks at a neighboring hotel which has a most remarkable bar. It’s a lovely place, very serene. And I’m looking forward to seeing them. They don’t live near and, growing up, this cousin was always one of my favorites. And I really like his partner, too. It’s always good when your favorite relatives end up with people you actually like.

For some reason, my watch is terribly uncomfortable. I had maybe one too many links removed when I got it, but I think that with the extra link, it might be too loose. I hate it when my watch slides up and down my wrist, but I also hate it when it’s so tight that I can’t adjust it. I know my wrist probably swells during the day (and after a margarita and a glass of wine and some salty food), but it’s still sort of maddening.

I made my famous pork tenderloin tonight with some yummy polenta. We had a hunk of leftover cheese bought on a whim last weekend at the gourmet grocery. They have samples on Sunday, and the cheese samples were really good, so we bought some. It was very reminiscent of a Grueyere and really added the perfect note to the polenta and to the meal. Of course, our stupid electric cooktop makes it very difficult for me to adjust the temperature on the burners so I ended up with a nice splatter burn on my wrist. (Not the watch wrist, thankfully, or I wouldn’t be able to wear my watch at all.) This is, by the way, the second burn I’ve gotten as a direct result of the stupid cookstove this week. I hate my cookstove. I’m not fond of the oven, either.

Yeah, that’s about good enough for a brain dump. Party on, Wayne. Party on, Garth.

I was going to try and make this multiple-choice question funnier, but I failed.

Any takers?

Q. Skeeter lives in Texas, and Cletus lives in Arkansas. One night, Cletus sneaks into Texas and steals one of Skeeter’s chickens. Skeeter wants to sue Cletus in federal court and seek $25 in damages for the stolen chicken under Texas tort law. Can he do so?

1. yes, because a federal question is involved
2. yes, because there is diversity of citizenship
3. no

I’ve been lurk-watching the boards for the last few months—no longer really participating at all, but still keeping track of what’s being posted. But I think I’m going to have to stop even that, at least for now. The cycle is coming back around, you see.

The newest posts now are inevitably about studying for the LSAT, dealing with LSAC (or figuring out their not-that-arcane grade-normalizing procedure), and other details of interest to the folks about to enter the admissions process.

Maybe after school starts I’ll be able to look at some of those posts, but right now these issues interest me not one little bit. First, I never want to think about the LSAT again, much less proffer advice on how to study for it, or how to diagram a given game. Urk. No thanks. And the LSAC? My experience with them was pretty pain-free but I still feel an anxious twinge remembering some of the horror stories I heard last fall.

I guess I’m passing through that pre-law stage. Well, that’s not a guess, that’s a fact; what I mean is that I don’t really feel “pre-law” anymore. I keep looking at the countdown and realizing that school isn’t that far away. I’m feeling more and more like a student. I’m almost out of limbo and I don’t really want to revisit the uncertainty and angst that permeated last fall for me. So no more boards for me, at least not for the rest of the summer.