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| Tuesday, July 1st, 2008 |
rubix1138
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6:42p |
The Pirate's Dilemma
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alabasterbeach
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2:01p |
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| Friday, June 27th, 2008 |
alabasterbeach
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11:09a |
my sister's high school band director was Mr. Enloe...
How close are you to your mother, your father, your siblings? How much is their solace, their advice, their companionship worth to you? How do you prove that you knew each other? No, really knew each other…now prove it.
When was the last time you saw them, called them, visited with them? When did they last come to see you at home, at work, at school? When did they visit you? Can you name their friends, their high school band director, their dates, their hobbies, their interests, their favorite seasons, colors, holidays? Are they morning birds or night owls? Who are they to you? Who are you to them?
I sat through the hearing, feeling like I should call my family, my friends, my mother, dad, shmoss, susan, maile, ryan, kelly, cass, grandma.... I should know more about their lives, I should be a better person.
Then I realized – damn, this attorney is really really good. I was completely under his spell. After I shook myself out of it I could watch the magic tapestry he would weave for a jury. I could also see that the judge had seen enough of this show to see it coming and to admonish him to stick to the relevant statutory requirements. He wasn’t a jury and had no interest in seeing the documents and photographs. He wanted these people’s impressions, to know that they thought and felt.
For a second I thought the judge was simply being harsh, but then he said, “This woman, right here in the witness stand; she is what is important to me. I want to hear HER not see THOSE.” The attorney faltered momentarily and then recovered, asking the woman to please tell the judge how she felt.
I want to be that kind of attorney. I want to know how to capture the room for my client. I want to know how to back down and let the story tell itself.
Also, I’m going to call my mom now. |
| Wednesday, June 25th, 2008 |
rubix1138
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9:41p |
Dance Off - from HELL!
This has stolen my childhood. You can skip around for the first 3 minutes, but skip ahead to 3:11.
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rubix1138
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3:12p |
Books.... The Big Read thinks the average adult has only read six of the top 100 books they've printed below. 1) Look at the list and bold those you have read. 2) Italicize those you intend to read 3) Underline the books you LOVE. 4) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them. ( BOOKS!!!! )39... not bad. I can't stand Jane Austen and don't have the motivation to read the entire Bible. My absolute favorite right now is number 51. |
| Tuesday, June 24th, 2008 |
alabasterbeach
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10:21a |
pet·ti·fog·ger
Definition
pet·ti·fog·ger (pt-fgr, -fôgr)
n.
1. A petty, quibbling, unscrupulous lawyer.
2. One who quibbles over trivia.
1. a lawyer whose practice is of a small or petty character; a lawyer of little importance.
2. a shyster lawyer. — pettifoggery, n.
Thesaurus
Noun 1. pettifogger - a person (especially a lawyer or politician) who uses unscrupulous or unethical methods
shyster
offender, wrongdoer - a person who transgresses moral or civil law
2. pettifogger - a disputant who quibbles; someone who raises annoying petty objections
caviler, caviller, quibbler
malcontent - a person who is discontented or disgusted |
| Monday, June 23rd, 2008 |
rubix1138
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4:35p |
Mario Kart Friends Code
Mine's 2836-1385-8975.
What's yours? |
alabasterbeach
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12:41p |
Gaian Mind Festival... My aunt went to the Gaian Mind Festival this weekend. http://gaian-mind.comAnyone up for going w/ me next year? |
| Friday, June 20th, 2008 |
alabasterbeach
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10:18a |
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alabasterbeach
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9:51a |
Ice cream...
so, you know that week in every woman's life where she goes just a leeetle bit crazy? i'm having that week and if i weren't so damn wretched i would be l-ing-mao at my ridiculousness.
yesterday i orgaznized a super secret surprise massage session at the local massage school for me and rj on saturday morning. we'll go tomorrow morning before our gun safety class - yay relaxation and safety. also, my judges had all peaced out so i could leave work early and come to his place if he wanted. i called him at work to tell him i had a super secret surprise and he called while i was leaving a voicemail. he was happy that we had a surprise, was at work, has a huge test looming and needed to study, and had to go but i could come over whenever i wanted. WHAT?!? i am not the center of your little universe? wanting to cry.
so i made a workout date instead and had a wonderful evening dodging the thundestorm at byrd park and then walking in the museum district. helped clean a house, cleaned my house, went to rj's and got there at 9:34. he was wowing. they had one boss to kill. this would take 5 minutes. rj scooped me up and plopped me on the couch so i would be close to him while he played. i got up to make dinner and do some laundry. he played for more than an hour.
here's the good part. i open the freezer to get him some ice for his drink and he only has mint chocolate chip ice cream. I BURST INTO TEARS. ice. cream. SOBBING. chocolate...boo hoo hoo! I am not kidding. I am not exagerating. Real life tears and feelings of utter abandon b/c he didn't think of me when he bought the ice cream and i am not at all important to him and i maybe i should just throw dinner away and drive home.
or take a shower and chill the hell out.
he gave me a big hug and tried to figure out what he'd done wrong. i just snuffled that it was stupid. really stupid and that it was nothing and that he should ask me in a week. b/c it's ICE CREAM. HIS FAVORITE FLAVOR. has nothing to do with me.
but he asked and i told him and he laughed at me. he made a joke that he thought ice cream was only that important to pregnant women. i crumpled. he felt horrible. he remarked that this type of behavior only seems to surface when he has a big test. i retorted that really this type of behavior only seems to surface when my hormones drive me crazy and i feel like i'm lost and alone in some deep space orbit.
so yeah - advil and cheesecake for me today. i think i need to eat a tub of frosting and a jar of olives. |
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