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not easy being a tiny baby kitten sometimes. the vet called to update me and say they removed the blockage and catheterized him. jack is starting to wonder where he is. or maybe i just project that on to him. not anthropomorphizing one's pets' thoughts and actions is tough. probably only accurate if you're a nihilist. at least for my kitties, who avowedly believe in nothing. except maybe getting petted and jumping on laps at inopportune times. enough cat drama until tomorrow.
i had a bitch of a time concentrating on my reading tonight. and also getting this post to not be in times new roman, blogger sometimes just cannot resist that font. the reading might have been problematic mostly because late eighteenth and early nineteenth century judicial opinions are not the easiest things to read. not exactly mystery novels, although there is certainly an element of mystery to them. such is the stuff of constitutional law. its a rough night when civil procedure reading is the best the homework has to offer. both books are used, and whatever the previous owner was up to in the civpro book is more interesting. handwriting is almost illegible, book is beat to shit. turns out the book was previously used by my twin who writes in books more. no, then i would be able to understand what they were up to. i really like trying to scrutinize the shorthand and highlight selection and color choices. man, i am in the wrong field.
i'm listening to billy joel again. partly because it sounded like a good idea, partly because it was still on the record player. there is this line in piano man, "microphone smells like a beer". when i was a kid, i found that lyric unbelievably hilarious. i still do not know quite why. the other lyric i remember getting a huge kick out of as a child is in paul simon's gumboots (whoa, that is totally an acceptable word for spell check) off of graceland, "believing i had supernatural powers, i slammed into a brick wall". so for all of you psych hacks out there, let me know precisely what it is that is wrong with my brain.
speaking of psych backgrounds, dekking-JA, you are officially bad at the internet. i found airfare under 250 with like one google and one click while i was reading homework and doing shit in four other tabs on firefox. you sounded like you were having a good time tonight. thanks for calling, it did cheer me up. but you're still bad at the internet. if you don't step it up, i am totally calling calvin and telling them that you have to re-take RIT. and DCM. and any other bullshit core class known by a set of initials. you had better get some new dip and whippits.
the wings finally got it back together tonight. good to know some things are looking up. they had dropped three straight previously, drawing all sorts of scrutiny from the over-reporting world of sports. people who are too cool for sports have it all wrong. sports need not be approached with a white baseball hat and a bud lite (man, i wish spell check would mark lite). there is an immense mine of information, and i am a sucker for observing things that have broad cultural appeal. and i just plain like hockey, which doesn't really have the broadest appeal of all sports. but i like to reflect on the media coverage sports get versus non-american news in the mainstream media. it is also a lowest common denominator of conversation, which can lead to thought-provoking conversations about how much certain people know about it all. whatever. the point is zetterberg beat luongo in a shootout, and that is a classy win.
but this is not a blog for sports, even if i'll go there. no, this has become for mostly bitching about law school and rambling self-indulgently about music which may or may not be self-indulgent. but the rambling will be. no one wants to hear about brent mydland's cheesiest (acceptable spelling) synth licks. but if you just can't look away, at least you will have learned something about which you may not care a whole lot about. that is the point of the internet, after all. so if you want to check out some extreme (extremely what? so many things. much like the mountain dew i purchased in a bizarre move today) 80s keyboard technology, hit me up for the 6/30/85 soundboard. i'm sure you all will. one of the funny things about music is how extremely subjective it is. in my experience when people who know each other fairly well have one another listen to music they're sure everyone must love, the results are fairly well mixed between hit and miss. in fact, this is the reason for the vast american sonic landscape over the years; especially now people are eager for a realm of the personal, and music has a unique and effective way of filling such a void. this also goes to explain how bands get serious followings: if a band is identified as defining a aspect of one's personality, people will bond with others who exemplify that same trait in the same manner, namely obsessing over certain music. yeah, i just used a ; and then a :. brings us back to early american jurisprudence... no. not tonight. i'm all set, as they used to say. expect more cat drama updates tomorrow, i guess.