Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Hypo:

NASA has recently made an important announcement regarding their latest spacecraft, the Columvery, meant to put a man on the surface of Mars. The building of the Columvery was contracted out to several subcontractors, including Apex Electronics, responsible for the circuit boards that control the "escape velocity" boosters. Victor is an astronaut in the employ of NASA and has been chosen to pilot the Columvery. On the launch date, Victor boards the craft, which sports a new "saucer" shape to reduce lift-off wind resistance, and takes off for Mars. Ten miles above the surface of the Earth, however, the circuit board controlling the boosters burnt out, causing the craft to plummet to the Earth.
Zeek is a dirt farmer who lives in the remote town of Isolatia. Zeek does not own a television and has little contact with others except in the fall when he sells his dirt in town. In fact, the only entertainment Zeek gets comes from science fiction books, generally about invasions from other worlds, in which Zeek has a real and honest belief in the possibility of alien invasion.
Victor is able to gain some control of the Columvery but can only manage a rough landing on the property of Zeek, on top of the truck owned by Zeek.
Badly frightened by the noise, Zeek emerges from his home, cheesy "Invasion!" paperback in one hand and shotgun in the other, just in time to see Victor step from the saucer ship onto the wreckage of Zeek's truck. Always a joker, Victor, helmet still on his head and faceplate down covering his features, waves to Zeek and announces "Take me to your leader!"
Zeek, honestly believing he was under attack from another plant, fired boht barrels into the chest of Victor killing him instantly.

1. What is the most severe crime Zeek can be prosecuted with?

2. Can Victor's widow bring a valid civil claim against Zeek? against Apex?

3. Can Zeek bring a claim against NASA? Apex?

4. Is it even illegal to kill aliens? If not, can Zeek then legally kill Tom Cruise?

Thursday, June 22, 2006

5 Things I Hate Today

1. People who see there friends while driving down a public road, pull over window to window and decide to chat, with no regard to the horns blairing behind them.

2. David Hasselhoff, who cant seem to let go of his bad suits, worse hair and apparently his now-estranged wife's throat. Get me outta here, KIT!

3. when people run microwaves down to the last few seconds, stop them and take their food out without clearing the timer. Now, when you look to see whats the time, you get an answer like 00:09. is that military time? well hell its barely past midnight! I thought it was morning. Back to bed!

4. People who bitch about how life is so unfair. is that really breaking news, Tits McGee? that line has been going around since the Flood. talk about unfair! its like asking a fat man if he's hungry.

5. the NFL for not allowing all countries to participate in the game. I would love to see us play some Polynesian teams, some crazy Irishmen or a pack of rabid Australian footballers. But wouldnt it suck if we got beaten at our own game? i can hear it now! "COngratulations to our new Superbowl champions, the Finnish Mjolnirs!!!

Sunday, June 18, 2006

That Must Be A/C, Cuz It Sure Ain't A Fan

there seems to be absolutely no home real home support for the US World Cup team. We Americans know how to do one thing really well: cheer for a winner. Nothing wrong that, per se. But what happens when you lose? you're dead. I think it is a product of America's self-perception of it being the best at everything that it does. the strength of this country has created the attitude that, if you are not strong, we will eat you. you see this kind of behavior in the animal kingdom (a member of which humanity denies), but i expect better of an "evolved" species. it seems logical to me that the losing team needs the most encouragement.
I have heard a lot of people put down the American team because of their lose last week. thats fine. maybe they do suck. i have not seen them play, any of them, at all. I just like the fact that we are there.
its likely they will not take the Cup, but lets cheer for the boys anyway, eh? unless you have other teams you support, why not? my girlfriend, having dual citizenship (of a sort) is the only one i know of with an excuse. and she hates sports. i am curious to see what happens to Fat Phil come this fall.
USA! USA!

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Bridge Jumping

Tis the season for blogging about how bad the Bar sucks, how tortuous the classes are, how big a rip-off this $2500 kindergarten class is and how hard it is to look out the window at this perfect weather and know that all i will see of it will be in 10 minute increments. Well, I won't.
I won't bitch about how worthless the Conflicts lecture was. I wont bitch about our acting dean standing there, reading to me the outline I just read 12 hours ago while I write furiously because he had no handout. I wont complain about the two foot long outline written by Torquemada himself. I can't comment on the ball-shrivelling fact that they teach the class in a subzero freezer. I refuse to talk about how PMBR was way worse, considering I couldn't hear half the lectures and didnt care about the other half, while the little albino cried in the corner (what was that thing?).
I won't do it.

Dont Feed the Animals

In India, cows may be sacred, but no one is teaching them that teasing an animal that can carry a tree with its tusks may not be a good idea. Yet that was the very idea that formed in Prawat's head (poor, poor Prawat), when he saw a herd of five performing elephants chained to trees outside a Buddhist temple.
While the owner waited inside conducting business Prawat, a 50-year-old man with nothing better to do, offered sugar cane to one of the ever-hungry elephants... then pulled it away. Then he did it again. And again. And again.
The game was great fun for Prawat, but the elephant quickly tired of it. The last time Prawat withdrew the treat, the elephant swung his massive tusks and gored him through the stomach. Prawat died on the way to the hospital. The elephant ate the sugar cane.
On your next trip through life, Prawat, stay away from the circus. Elephants are big and they never forget a face.

C*cksucker

There is nothing better than Deadwood. the internal politics, the murders, the ever-changing infrastructure. what do you mean you don't watch it? sure, it takes a few episodes to understand the mode of speech (except, oddly enough, for the profuse profanity), but it is made like no other show in history. and the best part is that all the characters (well, most) were real people in this real town at this time!
Calamity Jane and her wise ass loveability. when asked why she drinks so much, her answer was "I drink what i am able. if that comes to much, thats the day's affair and the liquor's". she's so cute.
Bullock and his tendency to speak his mind, even though he speaks that mind with his fists.
Swearengen. Murderer of families. Thief. Underworld boss. Feeder of men to pigs. and the best damn villain ever. no one is more rotten, until...
Cy Tolliver. Pimp and gambler, killer of children. turns brother against brother. evil incarnate.
Hurst and Wolcott (thank God that c*cksucker is dead), Charlie Utter, Trixie, EB, unchaste Alma Garrett, Dan and his knife, Mr. Wu (whose only english is "cocksucker"), on and on.
Its perfect really.
Sundays.
9pm EST
On Demand
Do it.
Cocksucker.

In the News

Carl Rove gets off scott free and Daryl Hannah gets arrested for climbing a tree?
Free-wheelin', "down with the man" Tom Petty is suing the Chilli Peppers for a rift, while MC Hammer puts out a new album?
Knoxville gives a pay raise to its uniformed enployees, but Knox County has no charter?
Film at 11.

Friday, June 09, 2006

Yo encontra a traves de ello mentir

I came to a recent realization. I was sitting in a Mexican restaurant, looking over the menu. I was trying to decide what to have for dinner that would conform with my new eating lifestyle. This particular establishment (which shall remain nameless for fear of retribution for letting "el gato" out of the bosillo) listed all of their items with a description of each entree's contents. Thats when it hit me! All Mexican food is actually the SAME GODDAMN Dish! Meat, cheese, sauce on a baked tortilla; meat, cheese, sauce on a fried tortilla, meat cheese sauce on a raw tortilla, on a little tortilla, on a big tortilla, blah blah blah. Those scamming little bastards. This is the greatest wool-pulling scam since the pet rock! Not that I blame them. We all have it coming. And it beats orange peddling on I-40. Muy despejado!

Movie Review In 10 Words or Less

The Omen 666

Close to the original. Better visuals, but the kid sucks.

The Definition of...

Law School.

(v) Paying a massive amount of money for roughly 50 words of vocabulary to use at parties.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Torts

Question 1 is based on the following fact pattern.

For the purposes of this question only, assume that 3500 calories = one pound lost in this jurisdiction.

1. Flannery says to Dortmunder, "I lost two pounds last week!" . To which, Dortmunder replies "That's ridiculous. That would require you to create a 7000 calorie deficit in only seven days. Boulderdash." Both Able and Baker were listening and understood Dortmunder's words.
When Flannery brings an action against Dortmunder for slander, what result?

A. Dortmunder wins, if he can raise the defense of truth.

B. Dortmunder wins, because it is public knowledge that Flannery has a propensity towards the mass consumption of donuts and pizza, making his assertions impossible (though Flannery may have an "attractive nuisance" claim against Krispy Kreme, retroactive to childhood).

C. Flannery wins, if he can prove that obesity is a "loathsome disease".

D. Flannery wins,once he offers proof that he 1) knows that his RMR is roughly 2000 calories a day, 2) that he then took steps to ensure that he did not consume more than 1700 calories per day for seven days (creating a natural 2100 calorie deficit for the week) and he then 3) ran, walked, jumped rope, boxed and karated his way to 600 to 700 calories per day burned (that's 4200 to 4900 calories per week), totaling approximately 6300 to 7000 calories per week.

The best answer is D.

C is not the best answer
Most jurisdictions only recognize this assertion for women accused of carrying some form of sexually transmitted disease.

A and B are just plain stupid.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Slow and Steady

SInce this is my blog and you are here voluntarily, you must be aware that you are going to be subjected to whatever I think is interesting in my life. You have no choice other than to click away.
Having said that, my current mania is my weight. I have dropped a couple of pounds over the last week and I want to share some wisdom for all of my gravity-challenged brothers and sisters. Use this http://www.caloriesperhour.com/index_burn.html to calculate your BMR and RMR and use it to your advantage. These are the numbers of calories you burn on any given day if you were to sit on your ass (say, in BarBri) all day. The idea is, if you eat your RMR in food each day, all exercise is bonus weight loss. Brilliant. BTW it takes about 3500 calories burned to equal a pound. I'm gonna start a forest fire by the time I am done. Burn Baby Burn!!!

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Eureka!

I have noticed that bloggers don't shy away from making long posts. I have decided to publish my new diet book in its entirety here today. So here it goes:

"Introduction
I have had some significant difficulty losing weight recently. It puzzled me because I have been able to do it in the past, so long as I didn't have school to worry about. Well, three weeks went by and there was no progress. I have my excuses, but, as Dude said, thats all they are...excuses. Without them, I can get shit done. So let me share with you the eureka moment that has allowed me to get on the right track, even though I still have miles to go.

Chapter One
Eat right. Exercise More.

The End."

Friday, June 02, 2006

Movie Review In 10 Words or Less

The BreakUp

When its up, its up. But when its down...damn.