Seasonal Decor

I thought it would be an 'adult' thing to do to purchase seasonal candy and put it in a bowl in my living room. House guests and residents alike can thereby enjoy a small amount of candy, thoughtfully placed near them. But here's the problem: I bought candy corn. A lot of candy corn. And candy corn is strangely addictive. Something about that sugary chemical taste you just can't get enough of. As a result, I keep snacking on candy corn like it's my job. Yesterday I had a self-proclaimed "Day without Candy Corn." And it was difficult! Tonight I've only been home for about two hours, and I've already had...half a bag? Maybe more, but who can say. Let's round down. And it's making my stomach hurt. Every time! My thoughtful, seasonal, adult gesture turned into a monster.

I blame CVS for making bags of candy corn 99 cents.

Today at work I was invited to a meeting. But I was never told the time or location of the meeting, so I went to lunch. When I returned, I found a note on my chair telling me the room number the meeting was in. So I went downstairs and looked around, but none of the rooms had that number on it. A lot of rooms, however, were not numbered at all it seemed. I found a room with a meeting, but I wasn't sure if it was my meeting so I skipped it.
Benefits: attending an informative meeting; making attorneys happy
Detriments: vast potential for embarrassment if that was the wrong meeting.
Choose your own adventure. If you walk in, with confidence go to page 19. If touch the door knob and the slink away silently, go to page 32. I went back upstairs and skipped the meeting. I did not slink!

Hell's Kitchen: a healthy addiction. Much healthier than heroin.

At lunch with about 8 paralegals, there was an argument about the best fast food burritos. It was mostly Chipotle vs. California Tortilla vs. Qdoba. I think Qdoba is disqualified automatically for having a stupid name. But the argument is ultimately futile. All bow down before Anna's Taqueria. It is known.

The Game Is Afoot

Last week was busy; this upcoming week will be busier. I have a meeting almost every night and then I have to help out with the first year moot court competition over the weekend. Let us discuss things I am not interested in doing. On the flip side, my note is coming along nicely and is maybe 5 hours of work from completion. Alright, I will probably put in 7 hours, but whatever. I have 8 days. If my calculations are correct, that is less than an hour a day. Hold on, I am doing the math on my computer calculator. Yeah, I was right. (Channeling Mark Zuckerburg in "The Social Network" over here.)

Speaking of stealing ideas, do not steal this one. I want to pitch it to Steve Jobs myself. A "Read A Mat, Eat and Learn" place mat for adults. The iMat. It will send convenient facts and world news right to your place mat. Spill mashed potatoes on an image of Vice President Biden's head. Yeah, I know it is not a perfect plan. Really, I just miss educational place mats. My "Read A Mat" of presidents had George H. W. Bush as the current president. Those were the good old days.

Last week I was fascinated with a minor point in Tax. Two correctly decided cases about the tax consequences of prenuptial agreements and divorce settlements resulted in a logical flaw combined. (The flaw has to do with calculating the basis for the right to sue for divorce, if you were wondering, which I am sure you were since everyone finds the income tax code so interesting.) I was actually so interested in it and its broader implications that I went to my professor's office hours. I also went because I like him a lot and wanted to see if he would crack similar jokes one on one as he does in front of our class of 140. He did. I also think it is generally a good idea to get to know some professors. At the very least, it can't hurt. He was super nice and somehow got to valuing future property interests, which led to a(n) (tenuous and likely flawed but still interesting) entrepreneurial idea about valuing and purchasing risky property interests a la buying out life insurance policies. It's just crazy enough that if nothing goes the way I plan, I might try to make it work. Or you take my idea. Idea stealer. Don't steal the iMat though.

Don't be a drag. Just be a queen? Wish that song were not stuck in my head.
I also wish I knew how to Dougie. Many people refused to teach me. The Cali Swag District tried in an online video, but I don't think it is too helpful. All I got is there is a little head brushing move that is essential to the dance. I am afraid that I am starting to not understand kids these days.

In Taboo (the game), Kerry described a cannoli as a "cream-filled taco." Reza, who was not on the same team, got it instantly, but somehow the rest of the team could not conceptualize it. I thought it was the perfect description.
Speaking of Mexican food (tacos, not cannoli, I know), I found more people in DC who recognize the amazingness of Anna's Taqueria. Oh, how I miss those delicious burritos and quesadillas. Someone please complete the Anna's Challenge: eat three super burritos in one sitting. I dare you. If you do it, I will pay for your meal (if you are lucky, and if you manage to keep it all down).

In other news, my distaste for my Criminal Procedure class continues to grow. Although, Thursday's class did see New Gunner getting 100% completely shut down by the professor for asking a question that had been answered two minutes earlier. Also, someone needs to tell him that if he is compelled to make a comment in class that begins with "I think," or "In my experience," then he should not be making that comment at all. Those sentence starters come straight from Law School Gunning 101: What Not to Say.

I made chicken as part of dinner tonight. I wanted to tenderize it, and a hammer was my best tool for the job. It happened. Creative kitchen utensils.