here's mine

Still don't know how I feel about this concept... but here is my daemon, for what it's worth:



When I get a little more time I will have to see about transmogrifying the rest of you....

okay.

I'm still not entirely clear on the "daemon" concept (honestly, every time I read it I think of the automated message that shames you when you try to email a nonexistent address, mail-daemon or whatever), but here's mine:



I like that it's a spider (JE sux!), but I don't really know if it describes me...

it's exam time...

...and therefore I'd rather be reading anything but what I'm supposed to. sigh.

but have we all checked out stuff on my cat today...?

Here's mine!

daemons!

I'm posting this EVERYwhere, but I think you should all make your own to see what you get. You take a short quiz at the Golden Compass Movie website and then you get your daemon! And then we can vote on whether it suits you, which changes its shape (they only last 12 days, though). Here's mine:



Did anyone else read the His Dark Materials trilogy? I remember really liking this first one, but the other two didn't thrill me as much. I still kind of want to reread them, though. After, um, finals. Sigh.

(Also, I hear there's a new OotP trailer out--has anyone seen it?)

NU Law in the news!

well! good to see one of our graduates is already making a name for himself in the political sphere.

did you know...

...that our blog is a year old today? hooray for us!

And, for old time's sake:

this horse has better rhythm than I do.

it's a horse

being ridden by a man in (I assume) formal riding gear

dancing to "lady marmalade."

*head asplodes*

uh...yeah. enjoy.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

for me this time -- the yearbook is DONE.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

happy weekend --

ericat13, running outside to catch the tail end of the first day of spring

a couple of things

A) Do we all subscribe to Jonathan Coulton's RSS feed? If not, go here to download his cover of Alanis's "You Oughta Know." Hee.

B) Do we all know that I am a crazy insane person who loves to overcommit herself? Yes? Then it should come as no surprise that I'm going to be the vocal director of Wigmore Follies next year.

:D

To say I'm excited is an understatement. you should all clear your calendars for the last weekend in March 2008 and come see next year's show! :D :D :D

Qualifying rocks

OK, maybe that's going a bit far. But it's over, and I passed, so I am at least neutral towards the concept of qualifying once again. Sure, we lost Billy and Fred, but I'm sure Jane and Sarah and I will all be very happy here together in the Oregon Territory.

Off to sleep, drink, play poker, sleep, and get back to work again tomorrow.

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we interrupt the previously scheduled qualifying update...

...to give you this story from my tax prof this morning:

So, we're studying about deductions for casualty losses. And there was a taxpayer who was raking and burning leaves when he found a live trap for a mouse, with a mouse in it. He was so startled he dropped the trap into the pile of burning leaves, which melted the trap and set the mouse free--but the mouse wasn't dead, just mildly flaming. So the little fiery mouse ran back into the man's house, catching the house on fire and burning it down.

And all I could think about were the peasants from the Trogdor game, and how it's not entirely clear whether they would get a casualty loss deduction for their thatched-roof cottage, because was the presence of Trogdor really all that sudden, unexpected and unusual? I mean, Trogdor lives around there, doesn't he? Wouldn't they be on their guard?

*throws metal sign and shrieks, "AND THE TROGDOR COMES IN THE NIIIIIIIIGHT!"*

(oh, and the flaming mouse dude couldn't take his deduction, because burning leaves was illegal at that time of year. heh.)

Now back to qualifying, already in progress...

Qualifying studying update

Still blows. I am incredibly not ready for this exam. Hopefully I will be by tomorrow, but at the rate they are moving the exam up (it was initially at 3:00, then 2:45, then 2:00, and now phrases like "I'm free anytime after noon" are beginning to fly), it may be touch and go.

OK. Back to studying/making frantic crib sheets. Which, as I may have mentioned, blows.

15 hours (ish, maybe) left to go! Some of which might get devoted to sleep!

and so it begins...

I've never been one to thoroughly scour the NY times wedding announcements, but it was brought to my attention that one of my current classmates was in last weekend's edition, *and* her qualifications were impressive enough to win a celebrity blog's announcement-ranking game. ick.

Qualifying addendum

You know what else blows? Taxes. Still need to send those off.

Qualifying update #3

Monday morning, approximately 3:15 am. It is finished. Sort of. Still need to proofread one last time and send off, but no new significant amount of information is coming, for better or for worse. Mental state: surprisingly chipper. Caffeine and sugar intake this evening has been much more evenly distributed. Peaks and valleys are all well and good when one is crossing the rugged terrain of the Oregon Territory; not so much for blood sugar.

At this point, approximately 39 hours used; 9 remain. Even allowing another half an hour to proofread and send it in, and eight hours (ha!) for sleep if that were really the physiological necessity everyone claims it is, I would just like to note that this still leaves me a full half an hour of buffer time. A.k.a. more buffer time than I have had for any assignment I have ever been given in my entire life. There must be something wrong with me. I must have gotten weirdly responsible in my old age. Or, more likely, screwed something up. Something like hearing "you only have to answer three of the questions," when in reality the assignment was "answer all eight, or you will be summarily castrated."

Pace: still steady. Rations: adequate. (Tomorrow and for several days thereafter, rations are going to have to become meager, as I am beginning to have trouble carrying my own fat ass back to the wagon, much less all the bison I am shooting.)

Sucked the snake venom out of Jane's wound; she is improving. Billy's typhoid took a sudden turn for the worse; he died. Also, Jane is pregnant. Apparently venom-sucking proved to be an unexpected aphrodesiac.

Until I find out tomorrow that I did everything OK, Matt has a case of Schroedinger's Testicles.

Qualifying still blows. For about 2.5 more days. At which point, qualifying will be awesome, since I will be done with it and most of my friends will still have to do it. Ha. Losers. Then, it will be paper revisions and conference preparations which will blow.

Qualifying update #2

Sunday morning, approximately 2:30 am. The night is still, as are my thoughts. Second question of 3 is about 60% completed. Nonlinear properties of visual system neurons have been partially characterized. 14 hours used, 34 hours remain. Mental state: sleepy. Will soon retire for the evening.

Taco Bell was an excellent choice. As was breaking during Taco Bell consumption to watch episodes of Family Guy ("You have AIDS" song was prominently featured in tonight's selection). Pace: steady. Rations: filling. Heath: Good, but fat. May have a tough time floating the wagon across the next river if I continue eating at this pace. Billy's typhoid is improving. However, Jane got a snake bite.

Random trivia fact of the moment: The guy who plays Creed on the American version of The Office was once a member of the rock band The Grass Roots. Singers of oldie classics like "Midnight Confessions," "Temptation Eyes," and "Sooner or Later."

Random trivia fact of the moment immediately following that one: The theme song of the American version of The Office is my current ringtone.

Qualifying still blows, though I can almost see the beginning of the end in sight. If I squint. A lot.

Qualifying update #1

Saturday, approximately 8:15 pm. First question of 3 (mostly) completed. 8 hours used, 40 hours remain. Blood levels of sugar and caffeine running high. Mental state: twitchy, but coherent. Billy has typhoid. A thief came in the night and stole 2 of my oxen.

The next question after this one will be harder to answer; the last question should be easiest. Must pace myself (current pace: strenuous, but not grueling). Time for Taco Bell break as I plan my next move.

Qualifying still blows.

I wandered lonely as a cloud, y0.

Hey Erica, how come your New Haven promotional video didn't look like this?

Also, a good story about copyright, fair use, and Green Eggs and Ham, from Salon. (Sadly, no reference to fruvous, though.)

Finally, who wants to see Buster Bluth in a Switchfoot video? Well, not me, really, but it turned out surprisingly well.

Qualifying bloooooooows

That's really all I wanted to say

from the friend who brought us alanis and her humps

nelly or grrrl rocker? you decide. (check out the first track.)

well, shoot.

turns out handel's "messiah" isn't so much "yay jebus" as "boo jews." even the guy who wrote "amazing grace" (about whom a movie proclaiming his awesomeness was just released) was in on it. yeesh.

...uh, happy easter?

alanis morissette's...lovely lady lumps?

hee.



edited to add: here's the original song/video, just in case any of us (*nudge* hi, dani!) miss the reference :-P

also, can I just point out (again) that this is a HORRENDOUS song? thank you, alanis (and india, and terror, and disillusionment) for continuing to poke fun at it.