Restless

So I didn't advance in the moot court tournament. C'est la vie. Now I'm restless. C'est aussi la vie. I've finished my homework for Monday. My wife is out shopping with her mother. It's a beautiful day. I'm sitting here putting stuff into my blog. Is anybody else restless? (For the record, my cat, too, is restless. She insists it's time to eat; I insist it's not. We'll see who wins . . .)

I find myself distracted lately. I could be studying for my finals (just 2 1/2 weeks away!), but I'm not. Instead, I'm uploading pictures of my cat looking at the camera angrily and telling my loyal readership (thanks guys) about how I don't want to study.

Any suggestions on how to solve the problem?

Note: Close Trunk from Outside

Sometimes people shock you. In high school, I used to hear a lot about people attempting suicide by overdosing on pills or "slitting" their wrists. I used to think that was so boring*--why not do something creative?

Well, let me tell you about Ms. Daniell. She got tired of life, so she crawled into the trunk of her 1973 Ford LTD and shut the latch. Apparently, this was pretty difficult:

The design features of an automobile trunk make it well near impossible that an
adult intentionally would enter the trunk and close the lid. The
dimensions of a trunk, the height of its sill and its load floor and the efforts
to first lower the trunk lid and then to engage its latch, are among the design
features which encourage closing and latching the trunk lid while standing
outside the vehicle.

Daniell v. Ford Motor Co., 581 F. Supp. 728 (D.N.M. 1984). Thankfully, after nine days in the trunk, somebody rescued her. I don't even want to imagine nine days in a trunk. Man, how hungry would she have been?

And for you tort reformers out there, the judicial branch got this one right: it found the trunk not defective.

Man, I love law school.

*--Lately, I've been accused of being insensitive. This just goes to show that my insensitivity goes farther back than anybody thought.

I hate blogger

Mikearoni & Plano:

I had a good ranting and raving post on the inadequacies of local business to compete with international chains, but Blogger didn't recognize a character and erased the whole thing. So here's my complaint in a nutshell:

1. You can buy coolness at Starbucks, but local coffee shops force you to grow it. My soil doesn't have the right nutrients to grow coolness, so I'll stick to buying grande mocha frappuccini instead of "medium gelati."

2. You just can't beat a 64-cent ice cream cone from McDonald's. 64 cents + fat free + a freakin ice cream cone = pure delight.

Superior products. Better service. Lower prices. That's why small businesses go out of business.

Hey man--you're in MySpace

Interesting article about presidential candidates and MySpace. I told you John Edwards is the best.

C'mon Mayonesa y Plano . . . let me get through Moot Court. Then I'll give you some Alico-style commentary. Since my last review, I've read Booker T. Washington's Up From Slavery and Keith Ablow's Compulsion. Who knows--I may even finish Robin Cook's Acceptable Risk. You won't want to miss out . . . !

New Post Coming

I promise!