About Me

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


Book: New York by Edward Rutherfurd

Music: 1999 by Prince

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


Teahouse Blossom
May It Please The Court
Blonde Justice
Ernie The Attorney
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
A New Duck
Just Playin'
Res Ipsa Eloquent
How Appealing
Lag Liv
Law v. Life
Lowering the Bar
Bag and Baggage
The Uncivil Litigator
Will Work For Favorable Dicta


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


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


Truth Laid Bear
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Screaming Bean
Sunday, October 31, 2004

Well, it's official. Kerry is going to win. Why am I so confident in this statement? Because the Green Bay Packers beat the Redskins today, 28-14. 17 elections have been correctly predicted by the outcome of the last Redskins home game prior to the election, and I say this makes 18. If the Redskins win, the incumbent gets reelected. If the challenger wins, the challenger wins election. 17 football games can't be wrong!

Saturday, October 30, 2004

It's Saturday. That means the house gets cleaned whether it wants it or not. This helps to keep the dust bunnies at bay. Now don't think I do this every Saturday...oh no, I'm a law student. Every second Saturday...else the laundry and dirt plots to kill me. I understand why people have cleaning people. I don't enjoy this, but it must be done. Yes, it makes me a happy homeowner. Now excuse me while I'm overcome with cleaning chemicals.

Thursday, October 28, 2004

I had planned on waxing poetic about egg sandwiches this morning, and I may later, but I just wanted to make this statement. Isn't it odd to think that the planets had to physically align for the Red Sox to win the World Series? Yeah, I thought so too. Cool eclipse though.

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

I have a tendency towards invisibility. Perhaps it is the color of my car, but I insist that I have some sort of cloak that makes me invisible to the normal human eye. I lost count of how many times I was cut off coming to school today. Every single one of these instances involved absolutely no directionals. Now I'm a great believer in the possibility of electrical problems and non-working directionals, however, when everything from a Honda to a Cadillac is doing it, this isn't normal. There's been no EMP that has systematically removed such functionality from each and every vehicle. People have not all been amputated preventing such a device from being used. It's just plain laziness. Screw world peace, visualize using your turn signal.

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

It's going to be one of those days. I just looked at my wrist, and seems I've forgotten my watch. I also forgot my PDA. I did remember my phone. I seemed to have remembered my head. I haven't mislaid my keys. Perhaps an egg sandwich will put a new shine to the day. It certainly can't hurt to try.

Sunday, October 24, 2004

Finding this clip has made my weekend. For many of you it may bring back all sorts of childhood memories. For the younger of you, you may not remember this at all.

Friday, October 22, 2004

I'm not a schmoozer. I've never been a schmoozer. When among a group of like minded people I can open up and conversate with the best of them, but alone, I give wallflower a whole new meaning. This is a bane of my existence. I've been listening since day one about how important marketing and networking is, but I can't break in to save my butt. Friends of mine take pity on my stilted social skills and try to tie me into their interactions with attorneys and alumni at functions. Yesterday was another one of these functions. A former alum with a high powered corporate counsel position came to speak, and I attended. Outstanding speech, and I really could see myself wanting to be inhouse at some point in my career. A friend of mine got an introduction from our dean to meet this person. Me, being not so academically successful and well placed did not receive such an introduction. She got 30 seconds of face time. I, by my placement near the bar and by stumbling into a conversation with another alumni scored a ten minute conversation with the same person. Did I feel honored? Yes. Did I brag? Yes. Do I feel slightly guilty now? Maybe...maybe not.

Thursday, October 21, 2004

The tone at school has become angry. Call it stress, call it disgust, but the 3Ls in particular are angry. As a whole our class does a lot for the school. We hold most of the work study positions, out of necessity partly, out of duty mostly. We run the journals, the moot court, we are the reps for bar review courses, legal research companies, and student organizations. We expect certain perks from this status. We've put in our knocks, done our time and now we should get some respect. Note I said should. This isn't happening. Administration is to blame. Last year the 1Ls ran roughshod over everything, parking to the library, and not a peep was made. These students were coddled. They come with their Burberry, their Audis, their Tag Heuer watches and look down their noses at the rest of us peons as if we don't exist on their plane of existence. Now I know that I have no readership at my school, but in the freakish possibility that someone here is reading this, I have the following to say. For the 2L who parks her Nissan Pathfinder in the front lot day after day: Hear that your knee is all torn up. That's too bad. However, seeing the height of your heels and the lack of scar on your knee (which we have no problem seeing due to the length of your skirts) we all know you're a lying skank. Get the hell out of the lot.

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

I sometimes doubt what it is that I'm doing in law school. I used to have panic attacks about this as a 1L, but even now as a 3L I have moments of grave self doubt. Occasionally, a moment will arise where I have an instance of clarity and realize that perhaps I haven't chosen incorrectly. I had one of those instants Tuesday night during Inns of Court. Our group was putting on the "display", a pre-trial conference. Having never attended a pre-trial conference, the students were at a loss as to what actually was going to happen. The attorneys who had prepared us gave us an idea, but having an unknown third party (a judge) thrown into the mix, anything could happen. I prepped strongly with my partner. She was handling offer figures, I handled the fact pattern. I had a timeline. I had pages of notes. I had drafted a small opening statement. I was seated for our part of the conference for all of two minutes. Looking back I suppose I should have been angry about having thrown as much time as I had at the problem. However, instead I feel quite differently. This conference was held in front of an audience of peers, attorneys, and judges. I should have been freaked out. When I sat down at the desk the world dropped away. It was us, our adversaries and the judge. I felt no fear. I knew what I had to do and did it. Perhaps it wasn't the most realistic conference ever, but we did a good job. Maybe this lawyer thing wasn't a bad idea after all.

My spouse and I are like two ships passing in the night these days. If I'm not home for what ever event I'm involved in, the spouse is elsewhere studying or giving Excel courses for the rest of the class. After struggling like I have, it's great to see it being a better fit with the MBA. The spouse's background gives a great advantage with the mathematics, so the Statistics and Financial Accounting are a breeze. Most of our time spent together is asleep. I think we need to have a date this weekend.

Monday, October 18, 2004

I normally swear in my car. Hell, I swear like a longshoreman when there's no one with me. (Note: This is not a sign of anti-union bias, but rather a long standing example of those who use profanity profusely.) There are a few things that have been happening to me on a regular basis that need to be addressed. First, if there's a turning lane, one marked with a curvy arrow pointing elsewhere, that means one is supposed to head in that direction upon given the opportunity to do so. This is not a time to be creative. Putting on a left direction while sitting in a right turning lane causes consternation and confusion to those of us who are not feeling particularly psychic. Further, in the same turning vein, if you're driving down a four lane city street there really isn't any reason to think that you're driving a tractor trailer. By that I mean, do not swing into my lane in order to get that big honking Accord around that curve. While you may believe that you're hauling phantom doubles, you're not. And once again, thank you for your support.

Saturday, October 16, 2004

I've been doing a lot of heavy thinking lately. Perhaps that's what you're supposed to do in your third year. Sat for a BarBri seminar and found out all about the bar exam. It had free pizza. Some things never change. This seminar let us know the ins and outs of sitting for a bar exam(s), and how BarBri can get us through. It was all a sales pitch, but we knew that going in. We get the competitors product next week. There was an interesting dichotomy though. People seemed to come out of the room feeling enlivened, like this was a doable prospect and that perhaps we could overcome our shortcomings and make it happen. The other camp came out looking like someone had killed their dog. People muttered and talked in soft tones about this inevitable horror. Luckily I fell into the former group. Now, it's just a matter of figuring out what exams I want to take. One is a given, but should there be a second?

Thursday, October 14, 2004

I've had professors threaten to leave if the class wasn't prepared, once had a shop teacher throw wood at us, but can't say I've had a professor threaten to kill the class. As far as the professor thinking he's God? I've had that happen far too often.

I have a hole in my head...dear bloggers dear bloggers, a hole in my head dear bloggers a hole. One half hour, a couple shots of novocaine, and being scared out of my wits I now have a lovely tooth colored filling. Seeing as how I really didn't remember how the first filling went in my younger days, this experience freaked me out. More than a little bit too. Perhaps it was the taste of molten metal and burning Beanie, perhaps it was the grinding and UV light. Either way, it was a scary scary experience. Go ahead, pick on me for being a weenie, it was scary! Why couldn't we have left things untouched. Why did we have to disturb the natural order of things? Why is my face still numb? Go out there and floss my children, for the teeth you save might be your own.

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

Today is the first day of the rest of your life. How many times have you heard that? I have been attacked by the blahs lately. All I want to do is eat and sleep, but not too terribly concerned with school. I chalk it up to being unhappy with work, and not seeing an offer anywhere. I'm trying to snap out of it. I went to the gym today. I ate a salad. Of course this hasn't kept me from yawning, but maybe if I felt healthier I'd be happier. Can't hurt to try.

Monday, October 11, 2004

I have clean teeth...see? *grin* Yes, I get a day off from the rigmarole and I go to the dentist. Wee. And if that isn't enough, I have to go back Thursday to have an old filling redrilled. Double wee. I have one single solitary filling in my mouth and it seems to have a spot behind it on the bitewing films I had today. Highlight of the day? I now have enough paper towels, toilet paper, and soap to see us through the apocalypse. I went to the warehouse club. I now also have over 200 pieces of candy for Halloween. Who wants a box of Nerds?

Sunday, October 10, 2004

I just helped to edit my spouse's first grad school paper. All this time in law school I thought I had been successful in not being turned to the dark side. I'm not a member of a journal, I don't do citing for fun, hell I've packed the Bluebook away. I start reading the paper and I'm taken by the citing. I ask if they were given some sort of guide for citing. There isn't. I actually uttered the sentence, "What about Id?" I found my Bluebook. I used the signal, "See generally". How am I going to live with myself now?

Saturday, October 09, 2004

I know it's way too early to be worrying about the bar exam, but I have been giving it some extra thought lately. I need to make some decisions in the near future regarding prep courses. Do I want to do PMBR, or pick up the books on EBay? If I decide to do the course, do I do the 6 day or the 3 day? Do I do BarBri, Micromash, or some other variant? Most of my friends are reps for one or another, and each is giving me the hard sell, so it's hard to get an uninterested 3rd party. Any thoughts?

Friday, October 08, 2004

Let's see, we've learned that there are multiple internets, hydrogen cars, and that once Bush flew over some trees. Oh yeah, and that Ted Kennedy is the most liberal senator in the Senate. I thought Bush was running against Kerry? Just go to JibJab and watch the new movie. It'll make you laugh.

Thursday, October 07, 2004

Perhaps it's the warm smile, perhaps it's the sparkling personality, perhaps it's the aura of knowledge but 1Ls insist on sitting next to me while I'm trying to read for class. Personal space doesn't seem to be an issue with these folks. Minding my own business, eating an egg & cheese sandwich, reading for Estate Planning and boom! A herd of 1Ls decide that this must be the place to discuss Contracts. Loudly. The best quote, "I told my brother...don't be giving her the ring at Christmas, because then it'll be a gift and you'll never get it back." Ah...romance isn't dead.

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

I work on Wednesdays. I go to work in the morning and to my one class in the afternoon. I'm not fond of my job. It's not the most compelling job in the world, but that's a big selling point for some people. It does little more than frustrate the hell out of me. I come back to campus extremely aggravated. Today I had more than a little reason to be aggravated. We get paid every two weeks. The bureaucracy being what it is, we're never told exactly when the time sheets are needed. Supposedly on this last go around they were submitted late. Therefore today when the checks came in, the interns didn't get any. I've worked there for a month and a half, and I've gotten exactly one check. That check was also askew for sundry reasons. So, I got nice and angry and left. And when I go back Friday I'll be angry too. Damn good thing I wasn't relying on these checks for rent or utilities. If I could just get another offer, I would tell them to stick it in a heartbeat. Hurry up hiring people!

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

Thought about doing a live blog play by play of the debate, but discovered the same thing going on at MSNBC done by no other than Keith Olbermann. He does it far better than I ever could. Though my one question is, what is John Edwards doing when he's writing notes? Looks like he's drawing pictures...boxes, arrows, and quotes. Me? I'd be drawing palm trees and seagulls. But that's just me.

Ever have one of those days where you feel like there's something wrong, but you just can't put your finger on it? You feel slightly discomfited, out of sorts, irritated and uneasy? Check to make sure your shirt isn't on backward. You'll be glad you did.

Monday, October 04, 2004

Singing "How Soon Is Now" by The Smiths out loud in a library is a bad thing. So is making phone calls on your cellphone. That being said, it doesn't stop people from doing it. Honestly though, I think we need karaoke night at the school...people just want to sing. I can tell. The flip cup tournament got cancelled due it's tenuous connection to binge drinking, yet the Friday night kegger in the gym went on as scheduled. Yeah, we're a big honking double standard. But is that the legal way, do as I say, not as I do? When the guard for the parking lot can sit in the cafeteria for an hour and a half drinking coffee with the maintenance staff, why should we be surprised that the ambition around here is distinctly lacking?

Friday, October 01, 2004

Wow, I never knew how to pack a brain. Now I do. And don't worry, you can get your instructions in Spanish too. Keep your cerebro fresco!