About Me

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


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Book: New York by Edward Rutherfurd

Music: 1999 by Prince

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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
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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.

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

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Screaming Bean
Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Let's try this again...I had a nice long post but Blogger ate it.

For the third Tuesday this semester, the weather turned to absolute crap. And since we're like the post office, we never close. One hour to arrive here. This is normally a 25 minute drive. Hell, it took me nearly 15 minutes just to get out of my neighborhood. I nearly slid down a hill backwards in my car, dodged numerous accidents, and nearly dorked the car in the driveway of the school. I get inside, buy my egg and cheese sandwich and enjoy my morning, only to be accosted by a bat. Yes, you heard me right, a bat. Not the baseball kind either. Much shrieking and flailing ensues. To my credit, I neither shrieked nor flailed. I did duck a couple times when it did a low flyby. And as quickly as it began it ended. The bat was struck down by the maintenance man's jacket. I was immediately saddened. I can't handle that sort of cruelty at 9am...hell, at any time of the day. We needed a mascot, what did that bat do to you?

handed down by Beanie at 10:21 AM || |