you will buy this EP. because it's excellent.

SOUND team's EP, Work, is available in stores now.

One of the stores? Best Buy! I find that inexplicably cool.

trouble in the workplace, SCOTUS-style

Taken from Gonzales v. Raich:

Justice Scalia, concurring in the judgment.

"I agree with the Court's holding that the Controlled Substances Act (CSA) may validly be applied to respondents' cultivation, distribution and possession of marijuana for personal, medicinal use. I write separately because my understanding of the doctrinal foundation on which that holding rests is, if not inconsistent with that of the Court, at least more nuanced." (Emphasis added).

oh snap!

on being a shrimp

Today, as I sat in my car waiting for the light to turn green, I noticed this billboard* and was amused.

*No, I wouldn't need a booster seat to ride in the backseat of my own car. I'm taller than that. Barely.

on basketball

I'm playing IM basketball. I'm quite terrible. But some of the guys in my mentor group wanted to play, and we have a dearth of girls, so I volunteered, figuring I could just kind of stand around on the court and giggle, because that is completely my style. Anyway, last week was our first game. K flew down just for the occasion. Some highlights:

1) Me chasing a guy on a fast break, falling, and skidding spectacularly across the floor. (I'd accompany this with visuals, but I don't have a camera. Let me assure you the bruises/floor burn were impressive.)

2) Me getting called for traveling because the ball is heavy and when you throw it to me, I have to shuffle my feet to keep from falling over after I catch it. (It's tough weighing less than 100 lbs.)

After the game, K gave me a few helpful tips, namely: this isn't soccer, so don't run sideways when you're playing defense or you will eat it (see Highlight 1, above), and two, if you feel like you're being pushed when you've got the ball, fall down to keep from traveling.

I took his advice in last night's game. Our opponents threw a bad pass, which one of my teammates tipped toward the sideline. I scrambled over to the ball and threw myself on top of it fumble-recovery style, then curled into fetal position, clutching it tightly to my chest. A snippet of my conversation with K later that night:

me: So I took your advice and when I got the ball I fell down.
K: You fell down?
me: Yeah, isn't that what you told me to do?
K: Um...sort of...well, no, not really. I said to fall down if they were pushing you around. Were they pushing you around?
me: Well, no, but the ball was loose and I didn't think I could get to it if I didn't throw myself down on top of it.
(long pause)
K: You...threw yourself on top of it and then fell down?
me: Err. Yes.
K: Maybe you should stick to soccer.

Oh, and since it's Valentine's Day, I'll just say: V-Day sucks. But Target box wine is awesome.

On being Klassy

Upstairs Asshole's friend peed in the flower bed outside my window last night around 12:30.* Because it's obviously so difficult to go upstairs and use the toilet like a potty-trained adult.

*I know this because Upstairs Asshole came downstairs and Friend of Upstairs Asshole proudly proclaimed he'd done so.

on cold-calling

Wings and Vodka has a brilliant post about class participation strategies.

To his list, I'd like to add The EU:

The EU
(This only works if your prof calls on people by row.)
1) Wear a suit. If you can, get some of your classmates to wear suits as well--it's more convincing that way.
2) Before class, tell your prof you need to leave early for an interview. (note: this compromises anonymity and is thus moderately risky.)
3) Wait until he calls on your neighbor.
4) Leave.
5) Refrain from fist-pumping exultation until safely out in hallway.