"Here comes the story of the hurricane"

Why didn't anyone let me know they named a hurricane after me? But fizzled out? Of course I'm not going to unleash my total fury, as that would involve residual damage to Guatemala. Give me some credit - you don't think I would really go after Guatemala do you?

EEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!

Another reason why spitting and rinsing is so important at the dentist's office.

On Wisconsin!

Gotta love Wisconsin. What makes this story great is not the wacko lady with a million cats - every state has those cat ladies. But only Wisconsin's wacky cat lady keeps 65 dead cats.

I can't imagine what she is referring to...

"I saw old parlors converted to bedrooms, ancient radiators and something that looked like a hookah on the kitchen table." A hookah huh? I wonder what that could have been? And with such a strange device isn't it odd that "most of the seven roommates were still asleep at noon?"

The quotes can be found in this WSJ article.

Queen of Camelot Take 2

So I woke up way way too early this morning to go to Green Bay today for my motion to dismiss hearing against the Queen of Camelot. Motion granted. The judge basically talked for five minutes explaining why the motion should be dismissed and I just had to say "that is correct your honor" ... "that is also correct your honor." So her action was dismissed and we have been awarded costs. But, now I have to go back next month because we are having a hearing for costs. Scary thought - if I'll eat a finger for a box of cookies, how much is my work on this case worth?

I Suck at Titles

Well I didn't graduate, so I can't post on how blitzed I got this weekend (in fact even when I did graduate I didn't get blitzed since no one else graduated with me). Instead we went to Door County to go camping. Ahh, camping - yeah except it was Door County which doesn't get warm until July. Luckily we stayed at a B&B the first night, except the guy we were with snored like I have never heard before. I yelled at him twice and ended up just waking everyone else in the room up, but he kept right on shnaaarrrkkkking. Next day we risked it - most of the day was ok, but it did rain a bit, we did forget our ThermaRests and it was butt-ass cold that night. All in all a good weekend.

Even better was practicing my drive up to Greenbay - the Queen of Camelot awaits me this Friday.

Pooping and the Law... In this case the Law didn't win.

Gotta love Wisconsin. Even those of you who might have mistakenly happened upon this blog and have never read a court opinion, this decision is one for you to read. Shoot, it's only 16 paragraphs long and it talks about pooping and how in our society pooping "is a private matter, not often done in the presence of others."

Long story short - don't give ex-lax to a drug swallower unless you have a doc testify that doing so is in the best interests of the swallower.

Gross sidebar. How do you think the cops decided who had to fish through the poop and extract the baggie? It might only take a box of cookies for me to taste someone's chopped off finger, but for whatever reason it would take a hell of a lot more to get me to fish through someone's crap.

The Incredibly Non-exciting Life of a Newly Minted Lawyer

I have been recently criticized for failing to update my blog. Well that's cuz there's been nothing interesting going on lately. Write a brief, file a motion, same old same old. Even my cursory glances of the news of the weird have not been blog worthy. I was thinking of adding some excitement to this building and my life by streaking every floor, but figured I should wait until I pass my probationary period for that (and oh what a post that will be). I am hoping things will pick up this week so that my faithful two readers do not abandon me.

Site Meter

Gotta say, the best part about having a blog is the Site Meter. I spend a good part of my blogging time just checking out who has been visiting me. Usually I have like 3 visitors a day (well actually I can say it is 10-15 but it doesn't really count since I am one of the visitors around 12 times a day). But lately I have been Mr. Popular (shoot 4 people have viewed my blog just as I've been typing this). The very bestest part is that the referring URLs are all these blogs from people and places I've never heard that make absolutely no mention of me (to all those referring blogs that are in Spanish you can call me Sr. Popular). So how the hell am I actually getting reffered by them?? (To be honest I don't really care, as long as the numbers keep coming to inflate my tremendous ego).

Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm Finger in Custard

A finger in custard has got to be way better than a finger in chili. Since it was seemingly kept frozen, I would if they could have tried to reattach it?

And since chopping off your finger is going at a rate of a million, I wonder how much tasting someone's chopped off finger goes for?

[A]Musings

Is this what Wisconsin will [would] have in store if cat shooting actually became legal?

Isn't great that Audrey Seiler (if the name doesn't ring a bell she was our lovely badger who faked her own abduction and curled up in the marsh for a couple of days over by the Coliseum) now has company?