Like a knight in shining armor

OK, so last night was a pretty much awesome night, which means that you, the readers (yes, both of you), get two posts in as many days.

Just when I thought that the main event of the night would be to watch the man who I believe could quite possibly be the worst president in the history of our country give his lame duck State of the Union address, I saw that the Versus network had come to my rescue.

Three words: The Karate Kid.



If you haven't watched this movie recently (and I'm betting that precious few of you have), you really ought to do yourself a favor and go rent this movie, and SOON. Here are some of my favorite lines:

-Fear does not exist in this dojo, does it?
-NO SENSEI!!
-Pain does not exist in this dojo, does it?
-NO SENSEI!!
-Defeat does not exist in this dojo, does it?
-NO SENSEI!!
-What do we study here?
-THE WAY OF THE FIST, SIR!
-And what is that way?
-STRIKE FIRST, STRIKE HARD, NO MERCY, SIR!!

Or how about when Mr. Miyagi encourages Daniel-san to go to the Halloween dance instead of hanging around with him all night:
-To make honey, young bee need young flower, not old prune.

Or how Daniel-san must first learn balance, then learn punch.



And who could forget the Pièce de résistance:



Seriously, this is arguably the greatest montage in a sports movie EVER.

Let's also not forget that this movie starred a young Elizabeth Shue:



Yowsah!! I've never wished so bad that I was a skinny kid from Newark with a Poncherello-wannabe haircut! And I am younger than her, which means that when this came out, I was still younger than her, which also means that it's not creepy that I still thinks she looks hot in this movie, which she made when she was probably 17.

I enjoyed it so much that I've talked to a buddy of mine, and we are going to make it a point to watch the rest of the series of movies, including the IVth installment, which starred another up and coming hottie:



Hillary Swank, your career has never soared as high as you did under the tutelage of Mr. Miyagi. It's a shame that your career hit its apex so early.

'Bout as worthless as teats on a boar hog

You'll forgive the title of this entry. But I heard a real redneck (woman) say it in high school, and I thought it was hilarious, so it's stuck with me. It's also how I'm feeling these days. Here's why:



This is my current schedule. You'll notice that it is not exactly rigorous. It's left me lots of time to do things such as read lots of random Wikipedia articles, and watch about every Mythbusters episode ever made. Twice.

On top of all that, I'm sick right now, and I think there's a legitimate threat that my face could explode at any moment. I just hope that if it happens, it happens in the privacy of my home b/c that would be embarrassing.

And the workout regimen listed has been heavily modified from what is listed, but I have some good reasons for that.

1. I don't want to get up early to workout because a) getting up early sucks; and b) leaving it for later in the day leaves me something to do in the evenings once I'm done with my homework, which usually happens very early in the evening.

2. I'm now officially serious about the triathlon thing. Progress update: I ran 6 miles the other day, stacking 10 minute miles. Not too bad for someone who just started running 2.5 weeks ago. I have no trouble swimming a mile, and and am getting pretty good about pushing myself harder, and not letting myself wuss out. I did the mile in about 35 minutes the other day, though that's not an actual time as I didn't really keep track. I need to start doing that. I haven't swam until exhaustion for a while now, but the last time I came close to it, I swam 1.5 miles. But for all that, I'm probably not going to be able to try to do an actual triathlon until summer '09. I still don't have a bike and I don't want to buy one just to transport it across the country.

Anyway, the fact that I haven't gotten around to changing my workout regimen just underscores the title of this entry. Lazy piece of garbage, this guy.

Um... That's about it. But a few of my friends have told me that I should always include pictures in my posts. So here are a few pictures that in no way relate to this post.

I thought this was hilarious. So I'm a nerd. So what?


It was really, really bright.



What is with these guys? If you believe something that strongly, then get your own carcass out there to support your cause. Paying people to go out and protest your cause is lame. Especially when your cause is that someone else under-bid you so you didn't get the job.



Um. That is all.

Vacation > School.

Just thought I'd post a video and a couple pics from the break.

Christmas was awesome. We got the coolest present for my dad in the history of dad Christmas presents.





Here's a video. Willus and I spent the last couple of days at The Canyons skiing in the middle of a system of several storms that came through, dumping somewhere in the neighborhood of 40-50 inches before it was done. Loads of fun. It never ceases to amaze me how big that place is. Our last run of the day we were still able to find lots of untouched powder.



Anyway, that's all I have to say for now. Tomorrow I hop a plane back to NY to start me last semester of law school. Last semester of school EVER. I'm looking forward to it more than a little.

That is all (for now).

Update on how lame I am.

I guess I'm jumping the gun a bit. I haven't finished my 5th semester just yet. My last final is tomorrow morning. I should be studying trust and estate law right now, but I'm pretty sure I'm as ready for this test tomorrow morning as I'm going to get, so now I'm just screwing around.

But by the time most of you read this, I'll be done with the semester, which puts me 5/6 of the way through, leaving one tiny little semester standing between regular Dallas and Dallas, J.D. That thought makes me feel giggly inside, I'm not going to lie.

In other news, I'm well on my way toward my lame-o goal of breaking the century mark on how many free highlighters I can pilfer. This semester was a good one for me. I had one day where I nabbed 13. I'm going to see if I can get 20 in a day next semester. I think the current count is about 65.



Sadly, that's about all I have to update you on. Oh wait, that's not true. I've decided that next summer I'm going to start training for a triathlon. I probably won't be able to do the actual triathlon until summer '09 b/c summer '08 will be occupied by studying for the bar. But I may be able to do one before that, who knows. If not an official one, then a private triathlon.

I've got the swimming leg down so that I could do that without dying. I have yet to start working on the running or biking part. Partially because I don't have a bike. Or running shoes. And I haven't biked in years. Or run in years. So I guess you could say I have my work cut out for me. But I've decided I won't let such trivial things get in the way.

Anywho, I'll be on a plane to Utah on Saturday. I'll be seeing a lot of you soon.

That is all.

30 seconds of fame

So any of you who went to the BYU v. Hartford basketball game last night were part of one of the most harrowing athletic moments of my life. I got picked to be the guy to go out on the court at half time, drive the length of the court, shoot a lay up, come to the other end, shoot another lay up, then drive to the other side of the court to shoot a 3 pointer. I had 30 seconds to do it in.

Short version: I suck at basketball. I was worried I would dribble the ball off my foot, and spend 30 seconds chasing the ball all over the court, or throw up an airball, and have the crowd boo me, or something. I missed my first lay up (I wasn't joking when I said I suck at basketball), and made the next two. My first 3 point shot hit the side of the rim, but I got the rebound just as the announcer called out 10 seconds left. Knowing that I only had time for one more shot, I took my time, got in position, squared up and took the shot right as time expired. I nailed the shot. 13,000 or so people cheering loud for something I just did. In a word, it was

AWESOME.

I'm working on getting video of the occasion from BYU. I don't know if they'll release it or not, but if I get it, I'll put it up here. I don't have moments like that very often, so I have to maximize my enjoyment of them while I can.

A singular experience.

I just had an unbelievable experience, and I felt compelled to shout it from the rooftops. Unfortunately, the closest thing I have to a rooftop these days is my blog, so this will have to do.

I just got off of a phone call with a customer service agent with a really big company where I ACTUALLY RECEIVED QUALITY CUSTOMER SERVICE. I know, I know. You're probably skeptical, as I would be, but it REALLY happened. Read on, my friend. Read on.

I had to call an airline to get the details of my holiday flight home (because I'm a genius and deleted the confirmation email with these details). Here's how it went down:

My first surprise was that it took about 8 seconds to get through to an operator. I didn't even have to dial 1 for English, and then 3 for customer flight information, and then 5 for departure and arrival information, and then 2 for departure airports on the east side of the Mississippi, and then 5 for departures after 12:00 pm, and then 3 if I am a male passenger, and then 1 if I am not overweight, only to find myself in a 10 minute long queue waiting for an operator to pick up the phone and ask me how she can help me. Wait, after entering all that information, you still don't know why I'm calling? Gee, it's almost like pushing all those buttons is a colossally assinine waste of time, or something...

-As a side note, anyone who hates this process as much as I do might be interested in this web site. It's a compilation of the magical codes to circumvent these maddening systems and get to a human as quickly as possible. It's a brilliant idea, and I wish I had thought of it. But I digress...

So not only did I get to talk to an actual human being in a few short seconds, she spoke ENGLISH. I'm not one of those speak-English-or-go-home-type bigots. I can't stand it when people get like that. I want to make that clear. That said, it's frequently very frustrating talking to customer service operators b/c it does me little good to try to explain my customer service needs to an outsourced phone operator with a limited grasp on the English language, particularly since I don't speak Hindi.

Not only did she speak English, she was actually PLEASANT to talk to. No condescension from a pompous jerk on the other side of the line that can't believe how stupid I am to have the customer services needs I have (never mind the fact that it's my stupidity that gives her a job in the first place). She was genuinely nice.

Not content to stop there, she asked me what I needed, and my name, departure date and approximate departure time, and about 10 seconds later, SHE TOLD ME WHAT I NEEDED TO KNOW, and no superfluous junk info, and re-sent the confirmation email to me just for good measure. She didn't even try to up-sell me on something, or hit me with a stupid pitch for some service designed for the same tools that order crap from The Sharper Image, or Skymall. I had to pinch myself to see if I was really awake.

I hung up the phone, still a little in shock over what had just happened. I looked at the timer on my phone and noticed that the total time elapsed for the phone call was 3:21. 3 minutes and 21 seconds? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I dialed the number, got my call answered by an actual person, and got my question answered by a pleasant human being that spoke cognizable English in 3 minutes and 21 seconds? That's unbelievable! You grow to expect a half an hour or more for this type of thing these days. I think speaker phone was designed for exactly this reason, come to think of it. Seriously, I probably wouldn't have believed it if it didn't happen to me.

So what company is this you might ask? What company is it that hasn't gotten the memo that customer service is something that big companies just don't bother with any more? Normally I wouldn't give out the free advertising to all 4 or 5 people who read my blog, particularly not to a big company, but this experience definitely warrants the big ups. Southwest Airlines, you just earned my return business. Impressive. Very impressive.

Salmon River: Take 3!

So I just got back from the Salmon River. I've been worked up their once, went back a few months later and did OK. Today was Round 3.

Steelhead are a cool fish. But they're really really hard to catch. I fished hard for about 5 hours, which is tough enough to do b/c it's hard to pay attention when the fishing is tough, and if you're not paying attention at the exact right moment, game over. You lose. Anyway, I finally stuck one, and I got a decent look at it. If it wasn't over 10 pounds, then I've never caught a fish before. It was a super bright chrome steelhead. Generally, the brighter chrome they are, the harder they fight, so this guy had plenty of steam. I only had him on the line for about 10 seconds b/c he ran downstream about 40 yards, and broke me off. It sucks that I didn't land it, and that I didn't get a picture to prove how big it was. But suffice it to say that I don't remember the last time a fish left me weak in the knees. I had to sit down for a minute to collect myself b/c wading with jelly legs is a bad idea.

So then I fished the rest of the day and didn't catch crap.

But, I did manage to land something earlier in the day, so I wasn't totally blanked.


I go fishing for steelhead, and I catch a little smallmouth. Don't ask me how that makes sense.

Anyway, here's a couple of other shots that turned out OK.

We spotted this guy from the bank, and fished to him for about 10 minutes with no response. Then my buddy walked up to him, which was weird b/c they usually don't let you get that close. Before the fish swam away, my buddy got got close enough to see that the fish was missing its right eye. Every cast he put past the fish went on its right side. I was having a hard time figuring out how the fish didn't even respond a bit to his fly. It was like the fish couldn't see it or something...

Anyway, it was a fun day, but the steelhead game is a little different than western trout fishing, where you can have 20+ fish days. That ain't going to happen with steelies. At least not for me.

Gallery o' Terror

So I was looking at my brother-in-law's blog, and I realized that Halloween is a pretty cool time of year. I'm not anything close to as creative as Guy is, so this picture is the best I could come up with to participate in the Gallery o' Terror. The sad part is that Guy is the one that did this picture. So my best shot at getting in on the Gallery o' Terror is by posting something that Guy did. That's lame, I know.

The story behind the picture is actually kind of funny. A few years ago my mom paid for family pictures. The package my mom bought included pics of the whole famn damily, and pictures of all the couples in the family. Being that I am not a couple, but am actually a single, I got single pictures taken. The photographer was a total dork, and I'm pretty sure he always saw himself photographing in Hollywood, or some stage much more grand than Orem. Worse, I'm pretty sure he thought of me as his best shot to break into the big time by nailing a killer head shot for me. You'd have thought that to listen to the guy work his magic, anyway. I've never felt like a bigger tool in my life, and I've probably never looked like a bigger tool in my life (at least I hope I've never looked like a bigger tool in my life). The whole thing was pretty laughable.

Anyway, there's one particular photo where I somehow held a conflicted/pensive/sophisticated look long enough for him to take the picture. Most of the time I was laughing too hard b/c I kept on thinking of rude names to describe the photographer, and because Willus snuck into the room and was dancing around behind the guy and making faces. A bit juvenile, that one. So most of the shots are of me with a big, stupid turd-eating grin on my face. However, he did manage to get one shot of me being lame and trying to look cool. My mom loves it. I hate it. Guy got ahold of it, and with a little Photoshop magic, this picture is the result.

If I can ever get Willus to email the real version to me, maybe I'll toss it up here. It's pretty bad though, so I might not.

Better than my best day of school work

So I went fishing on the Ausable River again yesterday. I fished there last year and pretty much got worked. Unfortunately, yesterday wasn't much better. Fortunately it was beautiful up there, and, despite the fact that it rained like an S.O.B. for a while in the morning, the weather felt great. Maybe that's because I got out of the 85 degree weather we've been having lately in Albany, I'm not sure. And finally, it was a day spend doing something other than school work, which makes it a good thing, ipso facto.

Anyway, you'll notice that there is one thing conspicuously missing from my fishing pictures: any actual fish. While I did catch 2, combining for a collective 17 inches of trout, I didn't feel much like taking a picture of them. Just not that impressive. It was a frustrating day of fishing, to say the least. I would love to say that it was tough fishing yesterday, and that nobody was catching fish, but my buddy Carter did pretty well, catching something like 8 or 9 fish, many of which were caught on bugs I tied. There's no justice in this world. And on top of all that, the Ausable is the trickiest river to wade that I've ever been in. I came very, very close to taking a swim on a couple of occasions.. I'm actually a little sore today from the wade, that's how much of a workout it is just picking your way through those slippery boulders.

Anyway, here are a couple of shots from the day:







Like I said, it was really, really pretty, and it was also not studying, which makes it worth every penny.

The Dally Roger

So I wehrre listnin' to th'radio thusmornin', and it came to my attenshin that today be National Talk like a Pirate Day.

If thar be a cooler observed day in the calendar year, I must confess to ye that I haven't an idear what it be.

Now fetch me some rum, ye filthy curr!

Other summer shots

So far, school is really lame, which is why I haven't blogged recently. Unless you want to hear about the law of wills, or 4th amendment protections against unreasonable searches and seizures, I don't have much worth blogging about.

But I do have a couple of pictures left over from the summer that are worth posting. These are from a night when we decided we wanted to go dirtbiking through the foothills of Mt. Timpanogos, and have dutch oven peach cobbler somewhere.

This presented a couple of problems. Not only do I not have a dirtbike, I've never ridden one. Ever the problem solvers, my buddy Eric, and his now-fiance Nakita took care of all that. They rounded up a few dirtbikes, so everyone was able to hit the trails.

I think that there's little question that I wound up with the coolest bike on the mountain.


-Notice that the bike had no headlight, and it was dark. That meant that I had to wear a headlamp to see anything.



Keep in mind that this shot uses no trick photography. We were not on a hill; we were on flat ground, and only a foot or two apart. Yes, that bike really is that small. But it's not the size of the dog in the fight that matters, but the size of the fight in the dog. -That's what I always say, anyway.




That's me next to the fat cat. I wanted to ride that one, but then my buddy Derek would have had to ride the 80 with his date, and he's too fat to ride the 80 on his own, much less with someone else on the back, and the 80 doesn't have extra pegs for a rider. So with a laugh in the face of danger, I took control of that bike, and rode it like it's never been ridden before. Fortunately, I was concentrating so hard on not wrecking that I couldn't hear everyone else's thunderous laughter at how ridiculous I looked.




So I took my first ever motorcycle ride through the mountains on a bike that was way too small for a big gut sack like me, without a headlight, by light of a headlamp and whatever ambient light from someone else's headlight I could use. Suffice it to say that it wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done, but it may have been the most fun thing I've ever done.

Awesome summer

Well, it's that time of the year again. Summer is over, and school has started again. That means it's time for me to spend large amounts of time trying to find something to do other than homework. The only consolation to starting school again is that I am a mere 9 months away from finishing school

FOREVER!!!

So the summer was pretty much awesome in every sense of the word. I did lots of fun stuff, despite the fact that I didn't post any of it. Unfortunately, I didn't take a whole lot of pictures of the things I did, or someone else took them, and I never got copies. But, I did get some cool photos from my Havasupai trip. Here are a couple of shots from the trip:



That's my porcelain white self in the foreground.




I'm still waiting for a girl to email me what will ultimately prove to be the coolest picture of me taken this summer. The weekend before coming back to NY, we decided to go on a night time dirt bike ride into the mountains. This was a great idea, but there was the problem that I have never ridden a motorbike, much less taken a dirt bike off road. So a friend of mine rounded up an 80 cc Yamaha that was probably intended for someone 20 years my junior. Just watching the suspension sag was all you would need to know that it wasn't designed for hauling a gut sack like this guy. Anyway, I went tooling around on a motorcycle that was barely taller than my knees. Mind you, this was in the middle of the night, and the bike didn't have a head light. So I wore a head lamp. Awesome really doesn't do the experience justice.

The very next day, we went to a place where you can jump a bike into a pond. I originally decided I wasn't going to do it. I had to be on a plane the next morning, and didn't want to risk breaking something. Then a couple of girls took the jump. I knew I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if a couple of girls did something and I was too chicken to do it, so I went. This is what it looked like:


So thanks to everyone that made this summer such a blast. It sucks that it's over, but it was all kinds of fun.

-And the greatest time of the sports year is only a week and a half away...

Stung

So we just got back from an Alaskan cruise. It was pretty much awesome. I didn't take a lot of pictures on this trip, for some stupid reason, but this picture might just be my favorite.

For those of you unfamiliar with sting pong, here are the rules. Play a game to 3. Loser lifts up his shirt, and winner gets a free shot. Repeat until one player's desire for vengeance is outweighed by searing pain and the fear of getting nailed yet again, so he quits. It's a fun game.

I'll let you go ahead and guess who was on his A game on the day this picture was taken. PWN3D.

There was a lot more going on on the cruise, and when I get a second, maybe I'll post a more informative post.

Memorial Day in the Uintas with B Money

So a few friends (including B Money) and I went into the Uintas for Memorial Day. Our trip to the lake was made a little longer than it normally would have been thanks to my extraordinary ability to get lost and forget where I am, even in places I'm familiar with. Anyway, we originally planned on going to Mirror Lake, but once we finally got to Mirror Lake, it was still frozen over. This doesn't make for the best fishing conditions, so we had to drive to another lake.

By this time, we had driven over 100 miles, and were getting frustrated with the fact that all the camp grounds were still closed. This gave rise to the second best B Money quote of the trip. After finding another camp ground closed, B piped up, "Hey, everything's closed. Why don't we just head back to Provo, and do this some other time, k?" You gotta love B Money.

His best quote of the night came around the camp fire as I was telling a story about a girl I knew named Mica to my buddy named Micah (not a girl). Somehow, I wound up looking at B Money and telling him that he would make an ugly girl. He got offended, and looked back at me and said, "whatever!" in a voice of indignation that only B Money can produce. Then Micah asked him if he thought he would be a pretty girl, to which he replied, "fetch yes!," and gave him a glare as if to say that he was an idiot for even asking. Suffice it to say, it loses something in the re-telling. -Seriously, for all three of my blog readers, if you don't know B Money, do what you need to do to get to know the kid. You won't regret it.

Anyway, the next day at the lake, B's mood followed a pretty funny course through the day. I think it's pretty discernible from the pictures below.

Remember: these pictures appear in chronological order.

This is the first fish of the day (and the smallest). I caught it after fishing for a while. It was slow at first, to say the least.


This is B protesting after fishing for about 20 minutes. On his third cast, he broke the only bobber he had on an errant cast that went straight into the rocks at his feet instead of the water, so his mood soured for a while, especially after I caught my first fish.



A few hours later, B got his second wind, fashioned a bobber out of a piece of drift wood, and started fishing again. All of a sudden, we heard the loudest yell that has probably ever left B's body telling us he had caught a fish.


The fishing was picking up by this point, and B was starting to get cocky. He'd talk trash when he'd catch something, and say that he wasn't fishing competitively when someone else would catch a fish.


He was really feeling it by this point.


We were pretty much dealing with the world's best fisherman by the end of the day.


So that was Memorial Day. Lots more fun than any library ever dreamed of being, and lots prettier than any part of the country east of the Rockies ever dreamed of being.

66.6%

Just finished my last final of 2L! Feels good, to say the least.

The down side to finishing is that you get so used to always needing to do something that when you suddenly have nothing to do, you have no idea what to do with yourself. It's kind of like the first time you're in an airport and realize how fun it is to run on a people mover, so you start running on the thing, feeling like an olympic sprinter, but don't hear the nice voice near the end of the track telling you it's going to end soon, so you keep on running, and fall on your face when the track runs out. Yeah, something like that. Just the same, falling on my face never felt so good...

So for now, I'm enjoying the moment b/c when I see my grades from this one, I'm not convinced it's going to be pretty.

I'll be seeing some of yous' before too long.

Sitting, waiting, wishing. -But mostly sitting.

It's that time of year. I just finished with classes yesterday, so nothing left between the 2/3 mark and me other than two weeks, and 4 nasty, nasty finals. My computer chair and I have spent some serious quality time together lately. I think I might be getting bed sores.

What I like about Sundays.

This, combined with no homework for a day = my favorite day of the week.



The only bad thing is that it only lasts for a day, and then I'm back in it for another 6 days.

The gift that keeps on giving

Recall this post.

With that in mind, here is the email I got from Lo this morning:

38 bouncy balls in my sheets tonight--courtesy of one 9-year-old and her uncle.

When I went to go return the prank and put them under her bedding (while she was "asleep") she growled, "get away!"

Happy Fools Day!

-L

How awesome is that?

Embarassing admission

So you know how some of life's greatest joys can be found in re-discovering something you've known about all along, but for one reason or another have horribly under-appreciated? Well, I've recently re-discovered the unspeakable joy of something I've known about for 20+ years now:

Butt Rock & Power Ballads.

Seriously, how terrible is the idea of scrawny guys with bad perms, bangs, leather, tattoos of snakes, and other tough guy things, make up, chest hair, and head bands trying to look all bad-a, but singing sensitive rock songs? Terribly great, I say.


Honestly, how is that anything but the coolest thing you've ever seen?

Here are a few of the songs I've been re-discovering recently:

White Lion: Little Fighter
White Lion: Wait
White Lion: When the Children Cry
Night Ranger: Sister Christian
Faster Pussycat: House of Pain
Cinderella: Don't Know What You Got 'Till It's Gone
Cinderella: Gypsy Road
Cinderella: Coming Home

Those are just a few of the biggest winners that came up on my ipod's butt rock playlist. Rest assured that there are plenty more where those came from.

Look some of it up some time. You won't be disappointed.

P.S. There is an honorary spot in The Dally News Hall of Shame for anyone who can name the band pictured above.

P.S.S. The band is not in my list of songs, although that band has probably the best song on my Butt Rock playlist. Not that that helps you at all; I just thought you should know.

Back in NY *Updated*

So I had an awesome spring break, and today was my first day back in school. Here's why spring break was awesome:

I surprised the ever-loving crap out of my mom, who didn't know I was coming into town. Seriously, one of the funniest pranks we've ever pulled on her.

I scared my nephew and niece, who also didn't know I was in town by jumping out of the back of the Suburban after Lo picked them up from school.

I went to Las Vegas to watch the MWC basketball tourney

It was in the mid-70's in Vegas the whole time.

It was in the high 60's to mid-70's in Provo the whole time.

I got to go fishing on my favorite river with my future boss.

I missed the huge snow storm that put another foot of snow on this city that STILL does not know how to handle snow.

I got to hang out with friends.

A CANCER FREE Derek Swanson moved back to Utah, and hung around with us for the weekend.

National Corndog Day!!

OK, National Corndog Day needs explanation.

Last year my buddy found out about it and told me. This year, when I realized I was going to be home for National Corndog Day, I thought I'd get ahold of my friends, who not only have all the cool gear to throw a wicked party, but love doing it, particularly since we can't hold the annual Tree Burn any more. Long story short, I registered as a party host, and the next thing we knew, Foster Farms sent us 336 corn dogs. Here's a picture of the party hosts with our corn-clad, stick impaled bounty:


Note: each white box is a case with 3 cases of 28 dogs each.

Before the night was over, we had consumed somewhere around 150 corndogs (leaving a ridiculous surplus), about 12 pounds of tots, and who knows what else. We also wound up with an astro bounce (you know, the cool inflatable self-contained rooms that little kids go crazy in at the county fair), dance music, and a green egg toss (in honor of St. Patrick's Day). Here are A few more photos:

When you see these flowers blooming, you know that spring is officially here.




B Money throwing down some rhymes before going to his debut show later on that night. Word on the street is that he brought the house down.


Green Egg toss in observation of St. Patrick's Day.


I don't know who this guy is, but I think it's safe to conclude that he was an egg toss loser.


This was our bounty. We had so many dogs, it was ridiculous. By the end of the night we had a few sitting around, and a potato gun on hand. Put them both together, and you've got corndog aviation magic.


Seriously, it was an awesome party. Big thanks to our sponsors at Foster Farms. I'll send you the bill from my cardiologist.

Anyway, the down side to being back from spring break are:

It reminded me how much fun the world outside of law school can be.

I have a ridiculous amount of work to be done in the next few weeks.

It snowed a foot the other day, and the city is still struggling to deal with it.

It's freaking cold out here.

It's snowing as I write this.

School.

*Sigh.*

Right. Anyway, spring break was incredible, and I'm glad I had more fun than I had last year, when I spent basically all of it in the library. Loads of fun. Thanks a lot Brent D., and Janet R., if you ever read this, that is.