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Dec. 16th, 2007


Safe Home

Well, we managed to survive the harrowing, three day trip, with a diesel moving truck so large we could have parked the car in it after it was fully loaded (Penske didn't have a proper sized truck available, despite a two-week old reservation). And, of course, with three cats, a 22 month old, and my mother (who is increasingly bitchy and controlling as menopause catches up with her - she will not drink the red clover or nettle tea I get for her).

The last day of the trip, we ran a leg which on a normal day would take about six hours. We left the hotel that morning at 6:45 AM, with the snow already falling with thick flakes, and we never made it above around 43 mph even in the best sections of the I-90. There were dozens of cars stuck on the side of the road, or off in a ditch, and several accidents. A few times we had to stop off at rest areas because the going became so treacherous that we had to wait for a plow to go by so we could continue. By the time we hit Amsterdam, traffic had slowed to 25 mph. It was almost 5PM by the time we got home.

Now I'm waiting for my final grades to be posted. They were supposed to be due to the registrar's office yesterday, but nothing's been posted. I'm sure I did okay in Corporations and Local Government Law, but I'm not so sure about Tax. That exam was one of the worst-written things I've ever taken, and while intellectually I'd be surprised if I failed, my mind has been going over that exam so much that I've had almost-constant nightmares about finding out that I didn't pass and having to scramble to find a way to get three more credits to graduate.

The shitty thing about law school exams is that there aren't really "right" answers to questions - at least not that you can look up. They test analysis, and if you didn't properly figure out what the issue is that you're supposed to be analyzing then your entire answer is worthless. That test structure also leads to a lot of post-mortem self-flagellation about what a person should've/could've.

Anyway, we're trying to settle in here. At the moment we're waiting for another winter storm to finish blasting us with snow and freezing rain, but tomorrow Micah and I will probably try to get all the crazy paperwork done for setting up new lives in NY - drivers licenses, car registration, new bank account, etc., etc. We also need new clothes, since we got rid of everything that didn't fit perfectly in body or taste - it just wasn't worth carting them around anymore.

And studying for bar exam stuff.... suckage. Much tiredness here.

Dec. 8th, 2007



Okay, so, I got the job. :) All judicial clerks in this agency start at the same time, so come September we'll be moving to Buffalo. In the meantime we're going to be living with my parents, first to study for the bar (booo) and then to work and save up money for a down payment (double booo).

I'm really excited about the job, though. I loved doing it for the court in Memphis. And this time I actually get paid!

BTW, anybody on Facebook?

For a while now I've been playing a certain Facebook app pretty regularly - Warbook. You have a "kingdom," and the land in your kingdom gives you money to spend on soldiers, which you can use to attack others and increase your kingdom's size even further. In other words, attacking other people is part of the game.

But recently people on there have been taking it WAY too seriously. I'm "polite" and only attack people once (you can attack them multiple times in a row, but it tends to irritate players), but for the past week or so people have been sending me stupid messages and attacking me back for "reprisals" for that one attack.

I really should just send a message back: "Hi, dumbass, getting attacked is part of the damn game. If you can't handle getting attacked even ONCE then maybe you shouldn't be playing a warlord. Dur."

The Internet. Serious fucking business.

Yeah, I didn't sleep last night. Can you tell?

Nov. 28th, 2007


Pakki's Story

The drama began the night we got back from Washington. As I was putting the key in the lock, a small black kitten ran up to my legs and began purring expectantly. So, what was I supposed to do? I picked him up, brought him in, and we gave him food and water. He was a ratty looking little thing, with scabs and injuries on his paws. A few of his whiskers had been cut and others burned off. His belly was swollen with worms, he had terrible diarrhea, and he purred constantly. A fair part of his past was written on his body - he'd been physically abused. Since he was entirely black and it was little more than a week since Halloween, we figured he'd been somebody's "Halloween cat" before they dumped him on our back road about six miles outside of town.

The next morning at the vet he tested negative for FIV and feline leukemia, which was good news. But our inquiries at local vets offices and the humane society about folks who might be looking for a lost kitten were met with peels of laughter. People don't look for lost kittens around here, apparently - they just look to get rid of them.

Later, we went out to look for other kittens who might have been dumped with him. We didn't find any, but we did find where he'd probably been staying. Near our building, by a drainage culvert, there were little paw prints and bits of trash, mostly food wrappers and aluminum foil. He must have dragged them from someone's garbage can, or salvaged what was left after the local dogs and raccoons had scrounged.

By the time we'd had him a week, he'd been to the vet three times. He was having uncontrollable diarrhea. He was running a fever. He wasn't playing and was listless. I assumed he was small for his age, but I didn't realize how small - I had taken him for a three or four month old kitten, but he actually had all his adult teeth and was therefore at least twice that old.

Since then, he's been getting daily treatments - two different courses of antibiotics, eardrops for mites, and occasionally Pedialyte. He still hasn't had his vaccinations yet, though; the vet has decided he's too weak.

We named him Pakki, since cats like 'p' and 'k' noises, and he responded to the name. Besides, it sounds like "pocket," which is about what he could fit into when we found him.

He's feeling better now. He almost always can make it to the litter box, and he's become a playful little thing. He no longer panics when we take him into the car to go to the vet; hopefully he's finally realized we're not about to dump him somewhere. He sleeps snuggled up in our bed.

So, now we have three cats.

Of course, I'm angry. It's easy enough to point fingers at an unseen person who did this, and wildly imagine them as an unknown crazy devil who could - and does - do all sorts of nefarious misdeeds.

But, more likely, it's somebody we've met in passing. Somebody we've seen at Kroger. Somebody who's checked out at Micah's register. Somebody we've stood behind at Walmart or ate nearby at a local restaurant.

Pakki isn't the only dumped kitten I've seen in Oxford - not by any stretch. The county is full of unwanted animals, stuffed with them, and so is the local humane society. The shelter puts down far, far more kittens and puppies than it adopts out, because there are too many of them. Nobody wants them.

Violence perpetuates violence. If it's not just allowable but NORMAL to have teachers hit six year olds for misbehaving in school, and if it's not just allowable but HELPFUL to have the government kill criminals because a victim's family needs revenge for closure, then I'm not really surprised we have people torturing and dumping kittens, or beating their spouses, or hanging nooses from trees.

I'm sad, and I'm disappointed. But I'm not surprised.

Nov. 23rd, 2007

Ongoing Nonsense: Veterans; Donation Suggestion: IAVA

A sick news item so that I can share my pissed-off feeling with everyone else:

Military Demands Wounded Soldiers Pay Back Portion of Signing Bonus

From the story:


The U.S. Military is demanding that thousands of wounded service personnel give back signing bonuses because they are unable to serve out their commitments.

To get people to sign up, the military gives enlistment bonuses up to $30,000 in some cases.

Now men and women who have lost arms, legs, eyesight, hearing and can no longer serve are being ordered to pay some of that money back.


If anybody is interested in helping veterans this holiday season, I suggest Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America.

Nov. 21st, 2007


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Waiting for the pumpkin pie to be done.

Waiting to hear about the MPRE.

Waiting to hear back from the DOJ.

Waiting until exams are over and I finally get my JD.

Waiting until I can be in New York (and see snow and eat real food and never have to fake a "y'all" just so people will treat me like a human being) again.

Waiting to buy the farm.

Waiting for rain.

Aug. 24th, 2007

Earthdance 2007

For those interested in such things, Earthdance 2007 is going to be on September 15th. It's going to start at 4PM Pacific (7PM Eastern) with a worldwide synchronized prayer, to be followed with music/ecstatic dance/meditation/prayer focusing on healing the Earth's waters.

Yes, yes, I know it sounds cheesy. But really, at this point, do we really have anything left to lose?

If there isn't a hosted event near you, that doesn't mean you can't participate - we're going to be having our own little shindig in our apartment.

Aug. 13th, 2007

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Sometimes it seems like guided meditations are everywhere - at wellness centers, written at length in pagan books and online courses, touted on spirituality websites, and of course now you can subscribe to weekly guided meditation podcast downloads.

Fly like a bird, dance in rainbows, find your spirit guide....

It could be a great thing, if only these people who wrote them knew what the hell they were doing.

Guided Meditations: 101Collapse )

I'd welcome any thoughts/comments on this, especially if anybody finds it helpful or thinks of any "lessons" to add (I'm sure there are a lot of them, but toddlers only nap for so long).

Aug. 11th, 2007


Life Overeasy

We managed to freecycle K's old playpen (which we used all of, like, twice...) yesterday, and somebody's supposed to be setting up a time soon to pick up Micah's old 286. It's only two things, but they're so bloody large and bulky that getting rid of them will seriously reduce clutter. Now I'm eyeing everything in the house and wondering, "Should I get rid of that, too?"

I've been having weird bruises appear on one of my legs again. Now that Micah and I have been going vegetarian for a while, my mom is (of course) convinced that I'm anemic and protein-deficient. Yeah, my diet isn't always great when we're four days from a paycheck and left eating rice and eggs with soysauce, but I'm eating at least an egg a day and still taking vitamins every three or four days. I don't think it's the vegetarian diet. It's probably more a combination of stress and other factors. It just sucks, because they're big enough and populous enough that I don't want to wear skirts or shorts. In 102 degree weather (heat index 110), long pants and skirts = suck.

Micah made eggs over-easy and toast for me this morning. I wasn't expecting it. Sometimes life is good.

Aug. 10th, 2007


New layout, public posts

Well, I decided it's been long enough that I don't really need to worry about having all my posts be friends-only. There probably still will be friends-only posts, but only when I plan on talking about something which shouldn't be public knowledge.

I also got a new layout. I can't claim the credit for it. The layouts I make are usually unforgivably boring, and I wanted something kind of cute and not at all boring.

Speaking of boring, I'm sitting at the circulation desk for 8 hours today. Yay for getting paid, but...damn. I already have a crink in my neck.

Aug. 9th, 2007

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