ugh, celebrities

ok, i admit it. i'm procrastinating slightly. i got a lot of reading done, so i decided to unwind by reading a little us weekly and watching some wire season 1 (soooooo dangerous, damn you hbo on demand!).

then i had to go and read this quote from cameron diaz, which is in reference to her number being in paris hilton's hacked sidekick. "She really had, like, every single person's number in the entire, like, northern continent of the United States...America was just completely devastated by her. I had to get rid of my number that I somehow was able to keep for six years."

couple things hon. the united states is a country, not a continent. a few celebrities may have been inconvenienced, but devastated is a pretty strong word. the united states is devastated by terrorist acts, poverty, rising inflation, unemployment and lots of other things. no doubt paris is an embarassment to our country, but i think you might be overstating things just a wee bit. if the biggest problem you had in the last year was changing your six-year old cell phone number, i'd say you're doing just fine, and probably need to shut the fuck up.

looking for a shared apartment?

last spring i decided to move out of the law school dorm and take on the big bad city in a "real" apartment. it came down to two apartments. one was a duplex in the west village. smallish bedroom, nice living room, backyard with grill, and fun, partying roommates. the other was in chelsea in a "full service" building. slightly bigger bedroom (though no window, and therefore no air), really nicely decorated, with a fabulous gym in the basement. roommate seemed cool enough, and somehow when i finished calculating i decided the chelsea apartment was a better fit.

at some point over the last few months i thought about the other apartment that i turned down, and how in hindsight it might have been a much better living arrangement. i was worried about living with partiers, but as it turns out i don't do any work at home anyway. and at least in the west village i might have been able to crutch to school from time to time rather than constantly cabbing. obviously there might have been other problems that cropped up with these girls, different in nature from the problems i've experienced in my current apartment, but you just never know.

anyway, apparently the roommate they ended up with wasn't such a great fit for them, cause it's available again. see listing here.

crutch buddies

there are not many upsides to being on crutches, but one is a commonality with very few other people, which forges a connection, even if only for a brief moment.

most of my other crutch buddies don't materialize into a first name basis, but i nonetheless enjoy our conversations. i had a nice chat with a guy on bleecker the other day, and spent about fifteen minutes talking to a woman in front of grey dog who had just gotten on crutches. lately i've been seeing lots of people on crutches, and for that brief moment that our eyes lock (assuming they've noticed my big fat walking boot which causes a slight waddle), we share that deep sense of frustration that being on crutches entails. then there's the chick i saw crutching toward me on bleecker one day. we did the friendly "we're both on crutches" nod, and continued along. she happened to be at the same bar i was at later that night, and since then i've seen her out a few times. it cracks me up that we never would have spoken in a million years if we hadn't both been on crutches.

in other news i came thisclose to finishing a tuesday crossword, and last week finished my first wednesday! unfortunately i will not be achieving that feat today. damn you quip!

caught up with the non-stop action in 24 earlier today, goddamn this season is fun! question from last week--if the two jeeps were leaving the location at the same time, why could the helicopter only blow one up? wouldn't that badass have enough firepower to shoot down both and ensure the recovery of the football? one person posited that they separated, but it can't take that long for a friggin helicopter to hit one and then swoop over to bomb the other one. jeez. right up there with the mexican brothers talking to each other in english last season.

i mean, i get it. there would be no next few episodes if they didn't have to hunt down the warhead. and it's not like 24 is known for realism. but still, kind of annoying.

more on scalia

this might could be the funniest blog post i ever read.

we made gawker

i figured the question "do you sodomize your wife" would be somewhat noteworthy, but gawker. awesome. definitely didn't realize his wife was in the audience.

la palapa rockola

this place has incredible guacamole. in fact, it's all around goodness. their plantains are perfectly cooked, not too greasy, and the corn on the cob rivals cafe habana.

on an unrelated note, i apparently missed just above the eyebrows when i was putting on sunscreen this morning, so i have a freakish red line right above each eyebrow.

man dates

this article was in today's times. jeremy blachman has a funny commentary on it, which basically hits all of my thoughts.

rip elmo

not getting bruce tickets was not the low point of my weekend. that honor belongs to getting my computer stolen. some asshole went into the study room where my computer was and took it while i was gone for a brief break. granted, it should have been locked up, and i almost always do lock it, but i figured for a ten minute break it wouldn't be necessary. oops.

i've calmed down a little, but i'm still pretty pissed off. my life has been one nightmare after the other for the last year (largely due to ankle problems) and it's hard enough getting around on crutches. i hadn't even finished paying off the computer from my credit card, and now i'll probably end up putting another laptop on it.

not to mention, i was really really about to start writing my A paper yesterday, actually excited for it. i said to myself, after this break, game on. you're going to pound out this paper once and for all. then i got back to find my computer missing. so instead of writing i went drinking. which was fun, but i'm still not very motivated to write. which is very very bad. booooooooooooooooooooooooooooo computer thief and booooooooooooooooooooooooooooo A paper.

bruce springsteen

I dragged my ass out of bed this morning to buy tickets for his May 19th NJ show, and despite going on right at 11am and clicking on buy tickets, I still got closed out. The news on Backstreets jokes that it sold out in about .7 seconds, and I believe it. I'm hoping to find one closer to the show on their forum, but it would have been nice to get seats locked up. : (

entertainment law

i hate this class so much it's killing me. we are sitting here listening to pairs of people negotiate a mock deal. which is fine for the people negotiating, but there is no reason for me to be here while they do it. shoulda gone to the movies. : (

this is kinda funny

not really funny haha, but interesting.

drug dogs

grrrrrrrrrrrrr.

oh, cincinnati

candidate + boy band + reality show = bad news