Saturday, June 10, 2006

Keb Darge 

I just found out that Keb Darge is playing in Hollywood a week from tonight for FREE.

If you are in L.A. and you think there's even an outside chance you might like funk music played by a DJ, there is no excuse to miss this show. Come see a legend.

I'm beginning to like this town...

World Cup 

This whole confluence of the World Cup with the bar exam may be my undoing. I've been up since 6:00 a.m. watching the England-Paraguay and Sweden-Trinidad and Tobago matches.

Horrible officiating, by the way, giving that second yellow to Avery John from T and T. That was a hard tackle, but good soccer. Taking a man off the underdog like that in a 50-50 encounter is just shitty.

I'm so going to fail the bar.

UPDATE: What a great match. T and T, a man down for the entire second half because of a terrible call, playing Sweden to a draw. I love a good upset. How about Hislop in goal for T and T. Great composure leading to some brilliant saves that really kept the underdogs in the game.

That's what the World Cup is all about. I'm so failing the bar.

Friday, June 09, 2006

The CA Bar Exam 

Holy shit did Divi make a funny.

Not sure how funny it will be for people not studying for the bar. But then again, if you're not studying for the bar, you're an asshole for having free time you don't feel guilty about.

Good News 

My better half is moving out to L.A. in just a few weeks - a month earlier than originally planned. Which was bad planning. I miss her like crazy and I'm really excited about the new, improved plan.

That is all.

Barbri Blues Vol. 2 

So there was this guy sitting in front of me at Barbri lecture the other day. He looked an awful lot like Mr. Wings and Vodka from the back, but was considerably more distinguished-looking from the front. I was just thinking this to myself when I noticed that he was not-so-subtly fondling the blond girl sitting next to him. Incidentally, she looked as though she'd run face first into something quite firm while her skull was still soft as an infant and nobody bothered to correct it. This is in sharp contrast to Mrs. Wings and Vodka, who's way hot. Way too hot for her husband.*

Back to the fondling. Okay, so it was more like a cuddle session. But having to view a cuddle session from behind during a 4-hour lecture on constitutional law by Erwin Chimerinsky is the equivalent, on the Adjusted Gross-o-meter (tm), of hearing the distinctive schlucking sound of bodily fluids in the bunk next to you at summer camp. How you could be even the slightest bit aroused while watching the shortest, dorkiest, and arguably ugliest man alive deliver a condensed con law outline from memory is a mystery that I sincerely hope is never solved.

*Yes, I'm aware that starting a front page flame war with Wings is a bad idea. He's much funnier than I am, and he can write better than almost anyone. But he hasn't been blogging enough, and somebody's got to do something to drag him out of his Micromash-induced coma. So if he takes the bait, you can all thank me for being the butt of some really funny put-downs.

New Link Under Friends 

A friend who shall remain anonymous has started a new blog and you can find the link to the left or you can just click here.

I shall refer to said friend as "Raisins" and you shall like it.

I've been hoping this friend would start a blog for some time. Should be fun.

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