Intellectual Jell-O

I don't know what it is about corporate law. As much as I read over it - as much as I think, "I know this" while I'm studying - whenever I sit down to write an essay, I stare blankly at the page and think, "Incorpamawah?" Seriously, every damn time. Review RuthAnne knows at least an adequate amount on partnerships and agency and shareholder rights. Test RuthAnne knows jack-crap about anything. It's like all the knowledge I ever had on this subject (which admittedly, was never phenomenal) just oozes out my ears as soon as an open-ended question is asked.

Quote of the Day

"You know, I have to say ... it's really not that graphic."

- my brother, reading Watchmen

Ode to TV

Sorry I haven't written anything in awhile, but there's been nothing to say. I've been studying, studying, studying - with occasional TV breaks. Really, if not for TV, I think I'd be the Mayor of Crazytown right now.

Bless your heart, new episodes of The Bachelorette, Supernatural DVDs and Daily Show on Hulu. You guys are getting me through, even if it is getting a bit blended together. All I can say is, I hope Jillian picks Head Foreign Correspondent John Oliver, Sam successfully exorcises the demon out of Wes, Dean argues that his deal with the devil is void under the Statute of Frauds and Chris Harrison picks Castiel for the next Bachelor. That guy could really use a trip to the Fantasy Suite.

Ahem ...

Yes.  Definitely freaking out about the bar.

14 Days, 14 Subjects.  It can be done.  (I think ...)

To love is to burn, to be on fire! like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise! (Or Kelsey.)

I love pop music, and pop music loves me.  It loves you too, baby, and you know how I know? 

Every song is about you.  Yes, you.

It may be difficult to believe, but the girls shrieking at a NKOTB concert, “Joey wants to be my boyfriend!” aren’t too far off the mark.  He does want to be your boyfriend—as do Donnie, Jordan, Jonathan and Danny.  How much clearer can “While the DJ play that single, single, just pretend that I’m your man tonight” get?  

And it’s not just commitment you can get out of music, but testaments to your physical beauty.  

“Man, that thing you got behind you is amazin’.”  Is that not the modern-day equivalent to “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”  We all know Shakespeare was an ass man. 

How can you miss the passion in a song that makes “crazy” an adverb?  “I been missing you crazy … Damn those sweet memories! …  Not only does your body bang, but I miss the conversation too … Where we used to park and did ‘all those things’….”

“All those things.”  Euphemism at its finest. 

 

Or the social commentary Cobra Starship—of Snakes on a Plane fame—provides when it describes a bar scene with the line “You were hanging in the corner with your five best friends” in “[I Make Them] Good Girls Go Bad.”  It’s true, we do travel in packs.  Kris, Hailey, Alli, Artemis, Shannon, Brittany, Jessica, April, Holly, Laura, et.al.—it may be time we end this co-dependence. 

 

And sure, someone should probably let Taylor Swift know how Romeo and Juliet really ends.  (Hey, she was on tour, and home schooling is hard!)  But can anyone think of a better break-up line than “It’s just too bad you’ve already had the best days of your life?”  And KELLIE PICKLER came up with that. 

 

Pop music.  The great equalizer.  

Little White

My brother Alpha raises chickens.  Two years ago, my dad gave him a bunch of chicks and a chicken coop for his birthday.  Since then, his flock has ranged in size from 3 - 17.

As of last week, Alpha was down to three roosters, one hen.  This is a problem not only because of significantly reduced egg production, but because roosters are a pain.  They fight, they crow all the time, they're just annoying.  And two years into the Great Chicken Experiment, my Uncle Dave finally mentioned to my parents that if you feed hens lay mash, you don't even need the roosters around for egg production.  Thus began the Great Get Rid Of The Roosters Debate between Alpha and my dad.

Anyway, my mom called down to Animal Control on Monday and found out that they had a chicken in need of a home.  "Hen or rooster?" she asked hesitantly.

"Definitely hen," came the emphatic reply.

So Alpha went down to Animal Control and adopted Little White.  She was named Little White for the obvious reasons (being that she's little, and white), all the other chickens are gold or black, and coincidentally, she joined the flock the same day SCOTUS decided Ricci.  (My dad and I started calling her "Whitey" for that very reason.)  

And all was well in the world.

Until yesterday.

When Little White crowed.

And then tried to get it on with the remaining hen.  

Roosters: 4; Hens: 1;  La Familia: 0.

Still got it :)

An African-American homeless dude hit on me - repeatedly - at the gas station today.  Ohhhh yeah.