About Me

name: Beanie
age: 35
email: bbbeans@yahoo.com


AT THE MOMENT

Book: New York by Edward Rutherfurd

Music: 1999 by Prince

Mood: The current mood of bbbeans@yahoo.com at www.imood.com

LAWYERS

Teahouse Blossom
CrimLaw
SilentService
May It Please The Court
Blonde Justice
Ernie The Attorney
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Lessig Blog
Evan Schaeffer's Legal Underground
Jeremy's Weblog
Begging The Question
The Neutral Zone Trap
the imbroglio
Biting Tongue
Peanut Butter Burrito
Legal Quandary
In It But Not Of It
WonL
A New Duck
Just Playin'
Res Ipsa Eloquent
How Appealing
Scoplaw
Lag Liv
Law v. Life
IPTAblog
Lowering the Bar
Bag and Baggage
The Uncivil Litigator
Will Work For Favorable Dicta
Transmogriflaw

ON THE WAY

Divine Angst
Frequent Citations
Magic Cookie
Knocked Up (and in Law School)
Butterflyfish
Mommy on the Floor
PT-LawMom
Thanks, But No Thanks
Law Ingenue
No. 634
think like a woman. act like a man.

I READ THESE TOO

the underwear drawer
Do Not Overmix
Little Lost Robot
PostSecret
Overheard in the Office
JD2B

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Jurist
Truth Laid Bear
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Screaming Bean
Monday, September 22, 2003

Yeah, getting to a 10 o'clock class should be exponentially easier than an 8:30 class, right? WRONG! After 9:00, and heck, sometimes before 9:00, the ancient ones come out. These are the people who have a list of physicians longer than my reading assignments for Administrative Law and drive very large luxury vehicles at very slow speeds to get to their appointments. That's the worst thing about where the law school is, it's deep in the heart of specialist land. Normally all of this nonsense invokes a strong urge for road rage, until this morning. Why you ask? Because my spouse, the loving soul he is, bought me air horns. Yes you read it right folks, make-your-head-snap-what-the-hell-was-that-sound air horns. While he did this out of love, he also did it out of having driven my car over the weekend and not been able to get the idiots to stop doing idiotic things with my horn. I had forgotten about the air horn installation since I was holed up doing reading at the time. However, when I got the ancient ones this morning stopping for the green lights because they couldn't remember where their doctor was, I hit that horn and yes, I was immediately reminded what my goal in life was. Scare the hell out of the idiots! And I was empowered. And I felt good. Of course, you might say, "Beanie, isn't this cruel?" or "Beanie, what if they have a heartattack due to your horn?" To which I say, I have a cell phone and I will call for help, but there are no good samaritan laws here. So yes, fear my horn.

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