So here I am in beautiful, desolate New Paltz for Thanksgiving with the family. As with last year, this was "the family's" decision. I'm along for the ride at this resort-y thing. I've already seen Alan Alda here. He was trying not to crash his car into mine as we passed each other on a particularly narrow stretch of road. That is not a euphemism for anything, by the way, I really saw Alan Alda - from MASH, West Wing...uhhh he played Jack's father on 30 Rock last season. Also, his iTunes library shows up on the shared list. (Now I am entering into stalking territory, but how could I not be curious?) It contains lots of classical music, the audiobook of his book, and voice notes from his iPhone. Happily, I cannot access his voice notes so I am left to imagine what they sound like: "Alan Alda, this is Alan Alda. Please remember to buy a quart of milk at Stop & Shop tomorrow. Thank you, Alan Alda."
My cousin told me a fantastic story. Her friend goes to Brown along with Emma Watson, who plays Hermione in the Harry Potter movies. Emma Watson was in a big lecture class. One day she got called on by the professor and answered a question correctly. Someone in the back of the room souted out "Ten points for Gryffindor!"
That was clearly planned out. The kid thought he was so clever; and he was right because that's hilarious.
Why does this blog post seem like it could be in Us Weekly? I think that's all the celebrity gossip I've got.
Dear North Korea, could you please NOT do that anymore? Kthanksbye. 143.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I am thankful for your friendship. And here on this blog, for your readership. I am also thankful for goat cheese and pumpkin pie, though not together.
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Thursday, November 25, 2010
Monday, November 30, 2009
T-G
So last week was Thanksgiving. But I'm sure you knew that. I went to a family reunion type thing at a resort type thing in upstate New York type thing. There was lots of food, lots of not getting work done, and lots of awkward family interaction. The highlight was seeing Alan Alda there. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to be a jerk, but I thought about it a lot. I also went ice skating for the first time in like 8 years or so. I wasn't awful. In fact I felt like the man on the ice...until I fell on my face, that is. Right in front of two old women. I popped right back up to my feet yelling "Number One!!" and brushed the ice off my jacket. It happened. No sense in denying it.
The real ordeal was getting up to New York from DC. The Amtrak to Penn Station was half an hour late. No big deal. My cousin, Adam, got on on the way. We got to New York City in time to catch our connecting train upstate. Too bad the train was delayed for about two hours and was overcrowded so that I had to stand the entire time. It's not the standing that I mind. It was this: the only place to stand on Amtrak trains is at the end by the restrooms. So I was leaning against the luggage rack, reading a book the whole time. And almost every person who came down the aisle asked me, "Are you in line for the restroom?" The first few times I didn't mind and politely told them I was, in fact, not waiting for the unoccupied restroom. But after a while I got fed up. No, I am not waiting for a bathroom with no one in it while I am reading a book, leaning on the luggage rack. Is that how people usually wait for the restroom? I don't think so. It got so bad that all the people around me started laughing every time someone new approached me and asked the same question. Come on people! Powers of deduction here. (Speaking of which, I'm excited for the Sherlock Holmes movie!)
One more dumb person (that I can think of right now). Adam and I got on the elevator in the hotel to go to our room. The elevator started on the ground floor (the next floor is 1, then 2, etc.). We got on, a few other people got on, and then some lady ran on at the end, one of those "Hold the door..." type things. Alright, no problem. Adam presses buttons for everyone else's floor, and this lady asks for 6. Adam and I are going to 1. One floor up. The door closes and after three seconds it opens again. There is a large red number "1" which has appeared on the display panel, which previously showed a large red "G." This lady walks off, looks around, and goes, "Oh, this isn't the sixth floor?" Clearly not! You were on the elevator for three seconds. This isn't a turbo speed elevator. You didn't notice that it moved like 10 feet? The world doesn't revolve around your elevator needs, so chill out and wait for your floor. In the meantime, be more perceptive.
Braver told me that at the school he works at the have something close to a no-tolerance policy for saying 'retard' or 'retarded'. I think I'd get sent home from high school every day. Oops. Maybe something to work on.
The real ordeal was getting up to New York from DC. The Amtrak to Penn Station was half an hour late. No big deal. My cousin, Adam, got on on the way. We got to New York City in time to catch our connecting train upstate. Too bad the train was delayed for about two hours and was overcrowded so that I had to stand the entire time. It's not the standing that I mind. It was this: the only place to stand on Amtrak trains is at the end by the restrooms. So I was leaning against the luggage rack, reading a book the whole time. And almost every person who came down the aisle asked me, "Are you in line for the restroom?" The first few times I didn't mind and politely told them I was, in fact, not waiting for the unoccupied restroom. But after a while I got fed up. No, I am not waiting for a bathroom with no one in it while I am reading a book, leaning on the luggage rack. Is that how people usually wait for the restroom? I don't think so. It got so bad that all the people around me started laughing every time someone new approached me and asked the same question. Come on people! Powers of deduction here. (Speaking of which, I'm excited for the Sherlock Holmes movie!)
One more dumb person (that I can think of right now). Adam and I got on the elevator in the hotel to go to our room. The elevator started on the ground floor (the next floor is 1, then 2, etc.). We got on, a few other people got on, and then some lady ran on at the end, one of those "Hold the door..." type things. Alright, no problem. Adam presses buttons for everyone else's floor, and this lady asks for 6. Adam and I are going to 1. One floor up. The door closes and after three seconds it opens again. There is a large red number "1" which has appeared on the display panel, which previously showed a large red "G." This lady walks off, looks around, and goes, "Oh, this isn't the sixth floor?" Clearly not! You were on the elevator for three seconds. This isn't a turbo speed elevator. You didn't notice that it moved like 10 feet? The world doesn't revolve around your elevator needs, so chill out and wait for your floor. In the meantime, be more perceptive.
Braver told me that at the school he works at the have something close to a no-tolerance policy for saying 'retard' or 'retarded'. I think I'd get sent home from high school every day. Oops. Maybe something to work on.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Mutant Law School
Once again I find myself incredibly thankful it is Friday. I think this year at Thanksgiving I am going to be thankful for Fridays. I will not, however, be thankful for Thanksgiving. Apparently one side my family (which I usually like) has confused Thanksgiving for Family Reunion Week. I have always considered Thanksgiving a time to relax, eat turkey, and get a cold. This year Thanksgiving will be a four day marathon reunion at some hotel in Crapville, NY, 2-4 hours away from anywhere I want to be. I wanted to go to my own house, see my friends in the area, and generally chill out. Instead, I will be chilling in a different way: freezing my ass off with my extended family in upstate New York. Sweet! I'm considering mounting a rebellion and refusing to go. We'll see how this all turns out.
I think it would be cool to be a musketeer. I'd totally drop this law school business if that were an option. I'm considering re-watching that movie with Keifer Sutherland, Oliver Platt, and Charlie Sheen as a practical alternative. Those are three actors who have had divergent careers since that movie.
I decided that law school would be a lot more fun if it were mutant law school. Or at least our professors used analogies that included X-Men. "What can I be charged with if I shoot Kitty Pryde, but she phases through the bullet and is unharmed?" "What about if I shoot Wolverine, but he's alright because of his healing factor? Is that assault? Is it a deadly weapon if it can't kill him because of his mutant powers?" "What if Professor X uses telepathy to make me shoot someone, as I responsible then?" The possibilities are endless. I'm sure the laws would get a little more complicated too. But I certainly would pay more attention this way.
There is a tort called trespass to chattels. It is when someone damages another's real (non-land) property. Discussing this with my classmates I inadvertently said "I'll trespass all over your chattels." That sounds dirty. One of my classmates told me she couldn't think about it without laughing. I told her to get her mind out of the gutter.
Last night Sadie and Jess stayed at my apartment. They are driving to Texas. It's kind of unclear why that's a good idea. But it was good to see them. We went to happy hour at a bar called Front Page. Thursday night, apparently, is taco night. It was quite the fiesta. In addition to $2 Coronas (a good deal for far from my favorite beer) and half priced (read: now moderately priced) appetizers, they offered tacos 3 for $1. I don't think you are going to find a better deal than that anywhere. Not even in Mexico, where tacos are plentiful and are harvested year round (I've been told by good authorities). The only thing that made tacos better was the realization that for $20 I could buy 60 tacos!!! That's a crazy amount of tacos...like unbelievable. Some masochistic Thursday night I'm going to do it. It'll be my own episode of Man vs. Food, which I've never seen.
I think it would be cool to be a musketeer. I'd totally drop this law school business if that were an option. I'm considering re-watching that movie with Keifer Sutherland, Oliver Platt, and Charlie Sheen as a practical alternative. Those are three actors who have had divergent careers since that movie.
I decided that law school would be a lot more fun if it were mutant law school. Or at least our professors used analogies that included X-Men. "What can I be charged with if I shoot Kitty Pryde, but she phases through the bullet and is unharmed?" "What about if I shoot Wolverine, but he's alright because of his healing factor? Is that assault? Is it a deadly weapon if it can't kill him because of his mutant powers?" "What if Professor X uses telepathy to make me shoot someone, as I responsible then?" The possibilities are endless. I'm sure the laws would get a little more complicated too. But I certainly would pay more attention this way.
There is a tort called trespass to chattels. It is when someone damages another's real (non-land) property. Discussing this with my classmates I inadvertently said "I'll trespass all over your chattels." That sounds dirty. One of my classmates told me she couldn't think about it without laughing. I told her to get her mind out of the gutter.
Last night Sadie and Jess stayed at my apartment. They are driving to Texas. It's kind of unclear why that's a good idea. But it was good to see them. We went to happy hour at a bar called Front Page. Thursday night, apparently, is taco night. It was quite the fiesta. In addition to $2 Coronas (a good deal for far from my favorite beer) and half priced (read: now moderately priced) appetizers, they offered tacos 3 for $1. I don't think you are going to find a better deal than that anywhere. Not even in Mexico, where tacos are plentiful and are harvested year round (I've been told by good authorities). The only thing that made tacos better was the realization that for $20 I could buy 60 tacos!!! That's a crazy amount of tacos...like unbelievable. Some masochistic Thursday night I'm going to do it. It'll be my own episode of Man vs. Food, which I've never seen.
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