Friday, March 21, 2008

Bedside Blogging

Surprisingly I’m feeling a little under the weather. I’m not used to feeling bad, I even pride myself on my durability. Over the years I’ve devised two tests to determine whether I can actually classify myself as sick. They are as follows:

1) If I have to take any medicine, prescription or over the counter, to make myself feel better.
2) If I miss any regularly scheduled event such as school or work because of my illness.

My dilemma is how I should write these two clauses out if they were some sort of statute; Should they be inclusive or exclusive?

Inclusive:
Adam Samons shall be deemed to be sick if he
1) Has to take any medicine, prescription or over the counter, to make himself feel better.
And
2) Misses any regularly scheduled event such as school, work, or a social outing because of his illness.
Under this definition I’m not sick yet, but I will be if I miss my dinner plans tomorrow.

Exclusive:
Adam Samons shall be deemed to be sick if he
1) Has to take any medicine, prescription or over the counter, to make himself feel better.
Or
2) Misses any regularly scheduled event such as school, work, or a social outing because of his illness.
Under this definition I’m already sick.

I guess I really don’t know how I feel. Perhaps the fact I had the energy to lay here and ramble on about this minutia should be considered in the analysis too.

On the bright side I do have a great excuse to just lay around and watch the NCAA Tournament all weekend.

Monday, March 17, 2008

One Way to Pay for Law School I Guess

Being a law student I get to hear all the classic lawyer jokes. I really don't mind, sometimes they're actually funny and the rest of the time the person telling them is either just making innocent small talk or trying to feel better about themselves.

Today I read an interesting little story about an island where money (allegedly) washes ashore every day. The downside, at least for me, is that cocaine also washes ashore. It's stories this this that convince me lawyers aren't anywhere near as bad as their reputation would have you believe. If most lawyers truly lived up to the lawyer jokes then you can rest assured that they'd be living on this island. Here are some details on the island from the link:

"Bluefields is an island off the coast of Nicaragua located directly between the cocaine labs of Colombia and the 300 million noses of the United States.

Everyday, cocaine smugglers using very small, very fast boats try and shoot undetected to the States, but when the Coast Guard swoops in, the traffickers toss the cocaine and cash overboard, both to eliminate evidence and lighten their load in an escape attempt...

...Everyday, the 50 thousand inhabitants of Bluefields comb the beach searching for the “White Lobster.” On average, they find 35 kilos of cocaine a day along with tens of thousands of cold wet cash."

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Another Great Get Fuzzy Comic

This one reminds me of myself. It's also another example of why Get Fuzzy is the best comic in newspapers today. Click the image for a larger version if you can't read the text.

Saturday, March 08, 2008

Tough Times for the Cast of Road House

It’s been a while since I blogged, so I’ll quickly sum up what I’ve been doing to fill in the gap. I go to school, then I go to work, then I go to Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu practice, then I print T-shirts, finally I go to bed and do it all again the next day.

With that out of the way I’d just like to note a couple sad stories in the news recently. It’s been a really tough week for the cast of what I feel is the Citizen Kane of bad movies, the film Road House.

First I heard that Patrick Swayze had pancreatic cancer and then tonight on a UFC message board I read that Jeff Healey, the blind guitarist in the movie, had died at age 41 from cancer.
I suppose that I’ll probably consider these unfortunate events a reason to watch the movie again as a tribute sometime tomorrow.