The Jesus Town Times

The Jesus Town paper is quite a joke, even amonst the Jesus Town residents and especially those of us in the Jesus house. The mom uses it at school for her kids to learn proofreading and pointing out spelling and grammatical errors. But those are usually the least of their problems since they also have a tendency to be inaccurate in their information and events.

But if there's one thing the Jesus Town paper is good for, it's the classified ads. I'm not sure if they are a reflection of the paper, or of the fine folks living here. Regardless, this week's W4TP featured ad appeared in the employment section:

Inserting Positions
4-5 days and one night a week required.


Fill in your own punchline here.

In case you were wondering

Yes, it is possible to study too much for an exam. I had a 4 hour final last night, and I studied for approximately 14 hours for it the day before. Which meant that yesterday morning when the alarm went off, I had zero desire to get up and review my materials before my evening class. So I hit the snooze button. A few times. And by the time I rolled into school, I was so far from caring that it didn't even matter.

But exam #2 is finished, and only 3 more to go and I'm done. Graduation day seems so far away.

Pet Peeve #382

I hate when someone is giving a web address and instead of saying "www" they say "triple w". Why not say "sextuple u" as it sounds equally as asinine?

Firsts and Lasts

Yesterday was my last law school class ever. And today is my first final of the last semester of my law school career. I'll refrain from commenting on both as I'm working on a "things I'll miss" (and "things I won't miss) about law school posts. Stay tuned.

P.S. Internet at home still not working.

When?

So at what point will I be able to call myself a lawyer?

• When I've graduated but not taken the bar?
• When I've graduated and gotten a job but not taken the bar?
• When I've graduated and passed the bar but don't have a job?
• When I've graduated, passed the bar, and have a job?

You Done Good

I'd like to say Congratulations to all those lucky souls who learned that they passed the bar today. But I'd like to give a special shoutout to my 2 favorite new lawyers; Kee Kee and Chuck, Attorneys at Law. We knew you could do it.

Also, off topic, be advised that there will likely be no posting this weekend. This isn't because I'm being a good studious person and avoiding the internet in favor of finals, but because our phone line has been inundated with water and is therefore extremely staticky. (Incidentally I have a good story about the attorney calling me to set up my character and fitness interview and having to deal with it, but that's for another post.) But since we have dialup, it means no internet.

I'm actually at the sis' house right now and the only reason I'm here is that I had to do the last minute signing up of PMBR. And Amanda will be glad to know I caved and am doing both sessions. Kee Kee advised it when she called to tell me her good news today, and if I've learned anything in law school it's to never go against Kee Kee's advice. But that's $990 I hope is well spent.

What's your Star Wars name?

The official Star Wars convention entered into Indianapolis today. And the news station I watch was obsessed with covering it. The weather guy gave a simple formula for how you determine what your star wars name would be.

First Name= First 3 letters of your first name + first 2 letters of your last name

Last Name= First 2 letters of your mother's maiden name + first 3 letters of the town where you were born.

My family and I of course figured ours out almost immediately. The only 2 of interest were my mother's and my Star Wars last names. Phonetically hers was Boobra and mine was Hooter. I notice a trend.

Lookin' out for Kelly P.

Kelly P. knows that I've always got her best interest at heart. Because of this, I must advise her to put down the Starbucks, close that bag of M&Ms, and keep both hands on the wheel.

The Fort, Kelly P.'s future home, has a ban on open containers. But apparently, the ban isn't just on alcohol but covers any and every open container. As the article states, "an open can of soda, or even an open bag of chips in the car, is technically against the law, and could be subject to a 50-dollar fine". Nice.

Hmm. Wasn't the Fort ranked as one of the dumbest cities in America by some magazine recently?

To skirt, or not to skirt.

I've applied for jobs in a smaller, conservative town in Indiana. While I haven't gotten any interviews as of yet, I'm pre-emptively considering my wardrobe options. OPD always says that as a woman, it's expected that you wear a skirted suit to any interview. Because pants suits are just not very lady like. I dig it, especially since I have short hair and we all know stereotypes abound. So I am open to suggestion.

However, I have an added complication. While wearing a skirt is more ladylike and conservative, when I wear a skirt, my ankle tattoo is visible. While the tattoo is religious in nature, we all know tattoos are not considered conservative.

My dilemma is thus do I sacrifice the sheep to save the wool?*

*I have no idea what this means but I had to come up with something to finish the post.

Written in the Stars

I thought I'd give the horoscopes another chance. Today's:

It's not like you to wake up thinking about how to get out of work, but you did it today. It's also not like you to spend the day at work thinking about where you'd rather be, but you may do that, too. Don't be too hard on yourself. The heavens are making you restless -- and there's a good reason for it. There's someone you need to meet, and you won't if you're where you're 'supposed' to be. Change your routine, just a touch.

Eh, still wrong. I do wake up every morning thinking of how to get out of school and then spend many hours longingly wishing I was somewhere else. But it's the last week of school, so that should be normal. And change my routine? Where am I supposed to go?

Papal Humor

I happen to think the word "papacy" is one of the funniest ever in the English language. That being said, it has nothing to do with the point of this post.

During the Pope's funeral and memorial services my family was having a discussion which is paraphrased as follows:

The Dad: So who are those men who are always carrying the Pope around?
The Mom: I heard somewhere that it's a job passed down through families and that its an honor to be selected, etc, etc.
The Dad: So basically they are designated pallbearers for the Pope.
Me: No dad, they're John-Paul bearers.

For Ever, For Never, For Now: Felicity

I've become re-addicted to Felicity. I've been watching a couple of the seasons on DVD and realized how much I miss that show. Sad, since I didn't really watch it when it was on. Regardless, this is a Felicity inspired edition. Mainly I just wanted an excuse to stare at pics of Scott Speedman.

Men:
Scott Speedman
Scott Foley
Greg Grunberg

Women:
Keri Russell
Tangi Miller
Amy Jo Johnson

Rule Breakers Beware

Sign posted at a local golf course:

Violators will be prosecuted after dark.

Left is Right

Have you seen that commercial for TIAA CREF where it shows a lecture hall and a professor standing at the front lecturing? The song playing in the background is "There's a Place for Us" from West Side Story. You know the one I'm talking about? If so, have you ever noticed anything peculiar about that commercial?

The image is flipped. How do I know this? Because 95% of the class is writing left-handed, and I doubt that only 5% of the people in that commercial are right-handers. And I'm betting that if anyone else has noticed this, they are left-handers themselves.

As a lefty, I've always stood beside a theory that left-handers quickly pick out who else is left-handed. I'm not sure why, but it's one of the first things I notice about someone. It's like a bonding issue. If you ask a right-handed person to describe herself to you, very rarely will she state that she is right-handed. But lefties identify with that characteristic and will quickly point it out.

I was always amazed when some of my childhood friends first noticed that I was a lefty when we were in high school. I'd been writing left-handed for 10 years, and they hadn't noticed. I could name for you every person that was in my 1L section that was left-handed. As proof of this theory, we were in a van in the middle of China over the summer, and I heard a classmate ask another if he knew how many lefties were in our class. The askee looked at him blankly, and no one else in the vicinity could answer it either. After a few minutes, I yelled from the front of the van that there were 4, and then named them off. The asker smiled and agreed, since he and I were 2 of the lefties. And no one else had noticed it.

And then everyone looked at us like we were idiots. It's ok, I'm used to it.

Friday Spies ©

As always, care of BTQ

1. What names did you consider for your blog?
This one. It was it. No other contenders. For a full explanation, you can see the Frequently Thought Questions under Archives. However, I do enjoy Jesus Town Chronicles as Stag describes me on her blog.

2. What is your favorite adult beverage and why?
Ensure for Seniors.
Oh, not quite that adult? Umm, I've always been partial to strawberry margaritas, but rum and diets do the trick on a budget.

3. If you could cancel 3 televisions shows, what would they be?
Topping my list would have been Seinfeld if it weren't already retired. Current shows: Survivor, Law and Order: Criminal Intent and Reba.

4. You've been asked to host SNL. Which cast would you choose to work with, and who would you choose as the musical guest?
Musical guest is easy: Guster because I *heart* them. Cast, I'd pick and choose. David Spade, Jimmy Fallon, Seth Meyers, Ana Gasteyer. Mostly the early 90s cast.

5. What will Britney Spears name her baby and which three names will she consider and reject before settling on the "winner"?
I liked whoever suggested the combo names like Brevin and Kitney. Classic. She'll probably ponder over Madonna Spears for a while, but will end up with Proactive Spears-Federline to pay homage to the miracle product that made her who she is today.

Book Squirm

Ok, I am likely the worst person to pick to do one of these things. I have the literary taste of a 5 year old. But since Kelly nominated me, I'm obligated. So here goes.

1. You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be saved?
Ok, I admit, I had no idea what this meant. I've never heard of that book, let alone read it. But thanks to Stag, I think it means something about the world being on fire and all the books are burning. So I would have to save To Kill a Mockingbird as it is my favorite.

2. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?
Constantly. But I can't think of one off the top of my head.

3. The last book you purchased?
Um, I think it was In her Shoes. But I never got around to reading it.

4. What are you currently reading?
Nothing that is not law related. I get on these kicks where I will read 3 or 4 "light reading" type books, but I haven't picked one up since Christmas break.

5. Five books you would take to a deserted island?
Dum Ditty Dum Ditty Dum Dum Dum by Dr. Seuss
The Bible [It's a book I actually own.]
The UCC code. [Never know when you might need kindling.]
A book by Dave Barry.
The Queen of Clean [For all your stainfighting needs.]

Ok, so now I have to tag 3 people. I pick Kristine, Pooh, and CM. Now, I'm going to be nice and not notify them they've been picked, but if they happen to stumble upon the blog, they will know. At least I've done my part.

Bucking Bronchial

That person you heard coughing up a lung in the classrooms at school this week was me. [Or Kelly P since incidentally we keep sharing the same bugs.] The doc calls it a bronchial infection. I call it hell.

This hasn't been a good semester. Unfortunately this was the third time I've been ill all semester. And it's sucking especially this time because its so close to finals. But the medication is kicking in. Which is good and bad. Good in that it will hopefully get rid of my symptoms, bad in that I'm so drowsy I'm only up for short periods of time, and even then focusing isn't the easiest thing in the world.

Luckily the weekend has started, and I'll have a few days to recover. I'm bound to the house because I can't drive. Fun, eh? Hopefully, I can get in short spurts of finals studying. Because I'm starting to panic that they are only a little more than a week away.

And, I have that chain blog thing that Kelly tagged me with. I'll get to it soon, though it won't be anything spectacular because I am the least literary person you'll ever meet. But we'll see how that comes out.

Spelling it Out

Classified ad in the Jesus Town paper:

"Experienced climber needed (experienced means that if you haven't done it before, don't apply)."

Bathroom Humor

Yesterday in Remedies class, we were discussing restitution and unjust enrichment. In a hypothetical, the plaintiff and defendant lived together in defendant's house. Plaintiff paid $5000 to improve a bathroom in the house, which ended up increasing the market value of the house by $3000. When defendant married and plaintiff moved out, plaintiff wanted compensation for what she put into the house. While we were all discussing what her recovery should be, a classmate suggested that plaintiff's recovery should be reduced because plaintiff had gotten some "use and enjoyment" out of the bathroom.

Hmmmm. Use, yes. Enjoyment, not so much.

Written in the Stars

Today's horoscope:

Listening to gossip and reacting to what others are saying has never been your style. And that's a good thing. It keeps you honest and makes it easy for others to trust you. In this case, though, there just might be a nugget of truth behind what you're hearing. Not that you should get involved in the gossip -- but it might be worth considering a battle plan if the truth turns out to be more than a nugget.


Ok, maybe this is true in part. I don't listen to much gossip because I tend to be the one spreading it. But maybe this is saying that I don't listen to gossip about myself. Which is completely inaccurate as well. In short, this horoscope is full of crap.

For Ever, For Never, For Now: Lukes and their ladies.

Kelly P. has become a self-proclaimed "Gilmore Girls" addict. And I partially blame myself. I've been her supplier for the last month or so, and she's counting down the days until the season 3 dvds come out. Granted, she won't be purchasing them, but knows I will.

Anyway, she made a special request, and since I am somewhat responsible for her obsession, I felt I should comply. She even suggested the Lukes to use and helped select pictures. And these are characters again, not actual people. So if you have a problem with that, blame her this time. I'm not going to serve as her whipping girl.

Men:
Luke Danes (Gilmore Girls)
Luke Duke (Dukes of Hazzard)
Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Women:
Lorelai Gilmore (Gilmore Girls)
Daisy Duke (Dukes of Hazzard)
Princess Leia (Star Wars)

A Family Affair

As The Mom alluded to, it's been quite an eventful weekend for the fam, medically speaking. At the exact moment The Mom was being transferred from the Jesus Town hospital, to the hospital in the Big Town, I was steps away checking my niece into the Jesus Town ER. The Mom spent the night at the Big Town hospital, and the sis and I stayed with the niece at the Jesus Town hospital until 2 in the morning, and the sis and bro in law had to take her back the next day. Don't worry, it wasn't that her condition had worsened, but that the staff at the Jesus Town hospital failed to give a diagnosis after 8 hours of testing, so the niece's doc sent them back up with instructions to get a diagnosis and file a complaint for the horrendous service she received.

But everyone is fine. The niece has a repeat bronchial infection, which was passed onto me last time. I'm hoping I escape it this time. The Mom was kept for observation but is A.O.K. as well. And I probably violated 15 provisions of the HIPPA law just telling you that.

My grandfather is also ill, and the family has been taking shifts sitting with him and taking care of him. Tonight, my mom and I were over there baking in his living room. And the only thing we were cooking was ourselves. It was 84 degrees in his house, and he was cold and covered up with a down comforter. My eyeballs were sweating just looking at him.

Unfortunately, medical emergencies in the Jesus Town aren't nearly as exciting as medical television shows make them out to be.

HIPPA (hooray) Law

If you are like most of the "normal" world, you have had the opportunity to come across the intricacies of the HIPPA Law. You know, that one that protects your right to privacy of your own medical information. At 2:00 a. m. as my new roommate was being interrogated about the complexities of her medical background, the fashionable curtain with the holes at the top and the 2 foot gap at the bottom did not protect the new patient's rights from my ears. I tried not to laugh, I mean listen as tall lady rattled off her stats. When asked about the frequency of her bowel functions, tall lady admitted that at times she needs a "pository." The pository works real good. Nurse woman does not crack a smile or falter in her delivery, probing further into tall lady's business. When asked if she had problems with her diaphram such as a hernia, tall lady enthusiastically replied that she had one of those "hi Ernies". And she was real proud of it, too. Now I often wonder how much info I am suppose to give and will the nurse woman deem it important enough to type on the fancy machine. Guess I have my answer. I should have been telling them about "hi Ernies" and skipped the critical info that seemed "normal."

Hospitality

It has been an exciting weekend for this blogging family. Not to bore you with details, I will cut to the purpose of this blog. My mother always told us to be sure we had on clean underwear with no holes in them in case we were in an accident and ended up in the emergency room. Well, girls, I have a new one. At the urging of my "knows what I should do" daughter, I ended up in the ER in Jesus Town. I was experiencing chest pains and tightness of the chest. Anyway, do you realize that at some point over the next 24 hours of hopital/resort (ha) vacation, someone will need to look at your legs? Without your blue jeans on? And did you also realize that it will be not one person, not two, but everyone who is responsible for your care? In all actuality, they must have had it written on the wipe-off board to be sure to check out that chick's legs before signing out. So, since I qualify as The Mom, take my advice: Always wear clean underwear, no holes, and for heaven's sake, shave those legs more often. Just in case you are wondering the outcome of the ER/hospital stay, doc said I did not have a MI and could go home. I showered and promptly followed my advice.

Guilt Trippin'

I have a guilty conscious. Anyone who knows me can attest that I obsess about the littlest things. I can probably name for you right now every wrong I've ever done in my life. I'm just not the type to let something go.

Right now I'm focused on a tiny little action that happened today. I stole someone's parking spot. Not technically stole, but weasled nonetheless. I did a couple of laps around the lot and didn't find any spots, and then all of the sudden, I spotted one on the end of the aisle. I was coming from the other direction, and then turned up the aisle. There was a car sitting there, but with her turn signal indicating she was going the other way. I sat for about 15 seconds, and then pointed at the spot (which i was sorta blocking by that point) and she made no indication. So I sat for a couple of more seconds, she didn't move, so I backed up and turned my car and pulled in.

Now, even if she wasn't going for the spot, there was a car behind her that may have been. But what I didn't understand was why she was just sitting there with her turn-signal on. Since the spot was on the end, I'm wondering if she didn't notice that there was a spot there. People here habitually park on the ends of the rows, so maybe she thought that it wasn't actually a spot.

Regardless, I parked, and I'm sure someone was ticked off. My car will probably be keyed while I'm sitting in class. But if this is the worst thing I ever do in law school, I think the ethics committee will forgive me.

Home is where the grass is.

Now that you've met the fam, you probably are dying to see where we live. And since it's the cool thing to do, I thought I'd show you the satellite image of our house. For some reason, whoever is in charge of this ordeal doesn't find it necessary to have close up views of the Jesus Town, unlike most people who live in cities. To give you perspective, the pinkish/purplish X is the Jesus House, and the pic covers an area about a mile and a half wide and a mile and a half tall. Notice the greeness of the photo. No, that's not an optical illusion, that is actually grass and farmland. And you thought I was joking about the Jesus Town being rural.

Old People

The Dad and I decided to go out to eat tonight since law school girl was not home to cook for us. (She gets these inspirations and comes up with some concoctions that are edible.) Went to a different spread than usual. Couldn't understand why so many "old" people were entering the restaurant just ahead of us. We are not old, and it was 5:30, too late for the old folks to be eating. Upon examining the plastic encased, locally-typed menus, it jumped off the page to hit us in the face: Senior Citizens Night. So we took advantage of it. Saving that 10% almost paid for the gallon of gas it took to get us there and back.

Celebrity Love Match

I couldn't get the page to load on the game Stag linked on her page, so I turned to an old standby located here.

According to this game, my "biorhythms" dictate that my celebrity love match is Marat Safin at a match of 98%. (100% physical, 94% emotional, and 100% intellectual)

So the game name actually works doubly in my case. (Safin is a tennis player. Get it? Love Match. As in the tennis match is tied at love. As in I'm way too tired and should be in bed instead of posting again because I am on call in less than 8 hours.)

Update: Well Marat may be my love match, but according to this quiz Jake Gyllenhaal is my soul mate.

Sometimes death is a laughing matter.

The award for the most creative obituary of the week goes to the late Jack Copeland who passed away this week.

I think the online version may actually be chopped down from the way it appeared in print. My favorite part of the obit is Mr. Copeland's personal request for how mourners should attend the services.

Jack would love for you to attend the burial in an all black costume, accompanied by a black umbrella prop.

I bet he was someone who didn't take life too seriously.

If I could put Time in a bottle, I'd take that bottle and whack a few legislators upside the head.

Daylight Savings Time is still dominating conversations at the Statehouse. I don't really have an opinion on whether we should change or continue being a state that stays on the same time all year round.

I do, however, have an opinion that the latest amendments to the DST bill are asinine. The bill recommends that the whole state switch to Eastern time, which would mean we would always be on New York time. [For non-Hoosiers, right now we are New York time from October to April, and then on Chicago time from April to October.] But the amendments would allow any county that borders with Illinois to opt out of joining DST. And then any county that borders a county that opts out may also opt out. Essentially, if a county on the IL border opts out, and the one next to it does as well, it could continue from county to county all the way across the state. So you could have a one-county tall strip across the state in one time zone, and all other counties in another. If such a strip existed across the middle of the state including Indianapolis, it would be possible for it to be 10:00 a.m. in Indy and 9:00 a.m. in Noblesville (15 minutes north) and 9:00 a.m. in Greenwood (15 minutes south).

Luckily, I just read that the federal government has put a stop to such wayward thinking. The federal officials declared such a plan moronic illegal.

Et tu Brute?

First blogger is giving me problems, and now it's haloscan. For some reason, it's showing only about half of the comments that actually exist. And it takes me about 3 times to click on it before it will even open. Grr.

Hot Topic: Hotlinking

I've been meaning to post this for months, and now that I've started posting pics again on my blog, I figured it was time. E. Spat posted the other day about how she had to move a lot of her pics because people were hotlinking them. While I'm no html expert, I think a lot of bloggers aren't even aware of what hotlinking is or what it does. Time for clarification. The lesson will be broken down into 2 parts: (1)What is hotlinking and (2) why is it bad.

(1). What is hotlinking?
Hotlinking is when someone links to a picture by just using an html address that already exists instead of saving the picture and uploading it to your own site. This is usually done by viewing properties of the pic on another website, and then inserting that address into your own to make the picture appear on your site. For instance, all my John Cusack pics were taken from that site, but instead of just using their html addresses, I saved them to my own computer and then uploaded them to a friend's server. [She allows me to host pics on her account so that I can use them here.]

(2). Why is it bad?
There is something in internet usage called bandwidth. When someone owns an account, they have bandwidth limitations per day or per month, depending on their account. For instance, my friend pays a certain amount and is given X units of bandwidth per month. Every time a picture loads, it uses a certain amount of bandwidth. If she puts a pic on her site, every time someone visits her site and the pic loads, it uses her bandwidth. If I put the same pic on my site, everytime someone visits my site, her bandwidth is used. So if the pic appears on both our sites, it doubles the bandwidth usage (and thus decreases the amount she has available for the month).

What happens when people hotlink to images, is that they are basically stealing bandwidth. My friend pays for X units of bandwidth, and when her bandwidth amounts run out for the month, she is no longer able to use her account. A few months ago, we had a particular person hotlinking to almost all of our pictures, and her bandwidth was used up within the first few days of the month. And for the rest of the month, she was not able to host anything on her account. Which isn't fair to her.

So the moral of this long [and likely confusing] post: Don't be a hotlinker. People pay money to be able to host their own pics and use them on their blogs. While it might seem innocent to just link to their pics, if multiple people are doing it, it's seriously decreasing their ability to use their own account. While hotlinking doesn't hurt web conglomerates like cnn or nbc, it really impacts smaller independent sites. There are free ways to host pics or make them appear on your blog, and if those don't work for you, maybe you can consider opening your own account to host them. (Or finding a friend who has an account and is willing to share it with you.)

Update: An Example
After reading comments, I decided to give an example. What follows is 2 identical pictures:


They look exactly the same. The one on the left I saved and uploaded to my host and is linked via it. The one on the right is hotlinked from CNN. When they load, the one on the left uses my bandwidth, and the one on the right uses CNNs, even though they are both on my page. Comprende?

And now, retiring from the soap box.

Disclaimer: This post isn't aimed at anyone in particular. I know several people who hotlink on their blogs, and I believe it's done because they don't know what hotlinking really does. I just wanted to post an educational topic to inform because some people are not very nice when they find out their are being hotlinked. In fact, some people have resorted to using graphic images that appear when someone tries to hotlink on their page. Just don't want anyone to end up with a naked butt shot with "bandwidth theif" plastered on it on their blog. [Trust me, I have seen said shot and it's not pretty.]

For Ever, For Never, For Now: John Cusack all wet.

This is a special themeatic edition catering to the special request of E. McPan. I'm thinking this wasn't exactly what she meant when she suggested John Cusack, but what's better than John Cusack? Multiple John Cusacks.

[I'll include John in a proper category against people other than himself at a later date.]

Say Anything
High Fidelity
Hot Pursuit
Identity
Runaway Jury
The Sure Thing
America's Sweathearts.


All pictures were found at this site and edited down to fit your screen and my anal retentiveness.

Now stay tuned for your regularly scheduled programming.

Sheesh. You post regularly for one week, and then all the sudden you miss a day and the blogger police are breathing down your neck. [Meaningful glance toward Kelly. Unless that comment wasn't insinuating that it was Monday and I hadn't updated, in which case, ignore the meaningful glance.]

Actually blogging was light nonexistent today because I was on call in 2 classes and am always on call in the 3rd. Which meant I was paying attention in said classes and in between was reading and refreshing my notes so that I didn't follow my usual pattern of looking like an idiot in class. [And accompanying Kelly P. to lunch after she got down on her knees and begged and pleaded. Ok, so maybe it didn't take that much persuasion.]

But we soon be back on schedule. I am taking suggestions for "For Ever, For Never, For Now", so if there is someone you're dying to have in a list, let me know. I'll try my best.

Hey Hey Mr. Postman

Last week, a classmate and I hand delivered our bar applications to the State Board of Law examiners; 2 days early nonetheless. There was some satisfaction in having the application checked in front of me and getting a hand stamped receipt, and I'm glad we did so.

I still had my fingerprints to turn in, and thought I'd just swing by the Government Center and do so. Only we couldn't find parking. So instead, I decided just to mail them and headed to the post office. The post office is located 3 blocks south and 1 block east of the Government Center. If the Dome wasn't in the way, you could practically spit from one to the other. Anyway, I got up to the counter with my envelope prepared needing only to pay the postage. The lady looks at the letter, looks at me, and tells me, "I can overnight this for $13.95."

Hey lady, pay me 10 bucks and I'll walk it over there myself right now.

Needless to say, I optend for standard delivery and only shilled out $1.06

Friday Spies

Copyright to Begging the Question. Apparently there's some official email list for this, but I'm not privvy.

1. Have you ever been in a car wreck?
No, but my car has. Twice. Once it was sideswiped in the church parking lot, and another time some kid at the law school performed a hit and run on my passenger's side. Luckily, some Good Samaritan witnessed it and the campus police got it taken care of. And told me who the culprit was. Then my friends and I ganged up on him and threw stones while calling him dirty names. Or not.

2. Sunrise or sunset?
This question reminds me of the song "Sunrise, Sunset" that has been sung by my uncle at about 75% of my family's weddings. It goes: "Sunrise, Sunset. Sunrise, Sunset. Swiftly go the days. One season following another, laid out with happiness and tears." But the answer to the question is sunset. I'm never awake (voluntarily) early enough to enjoy sunrise.

3. If you could change, amend, delete, or pass one law, what would it be?
Raise the driving age to 18. Have you seen some of these kids on the road today? I wouldn't trust them on my lawnmower, let alone in my car.

4. What is your favorite single article of clothing?
This is hard because I've tried to stop getting attached to clothing. Because then I hang on to it for far too long and by the time I let it go, it's filled with holes and faded. But I love my hooded IU sweatshirt. It's so casual and I can just throw it on over my pajamas if I need to head to town.

5. If you could/had to spend the day hanging out with another blogger
(one you don't already know), who would it be and what would you do?
Hmm. I already know several bloggers, and to name one I don't know would come off as a surprise to them and sorta stalkerish that I would want to meet them. So I'm leaving this one alone.