October 2009
15 posts
Umm...
From my Torts casebook:
“On July 20, 1995, Mrs. Posecai shopped at Sam’s Club, then returned to her car in Sam’s parking lot. It was not dark, but a man hiding under her car grabbed her ankle and pointed a gun at her. He robbed her of jewels worth about $19,000 and released her.”
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Um… I have to ask: who brings $19,000 worth of jewels with them when shopping at Sam’s Club?
Well, Sam’s Club IS an exclusive members-only establishment.
I assume it was jewelry she was wearing, though, not a sack of jewels in her hand or something? If you had a full set of diamonds on, it could definitely get expensive, especially if they are vintage, like if you are wearing the Heart of the Ocean or the lost jewels of the Romanov family. You know, because sometimes you just want to look nice when you are shopping for bulk goods.
Maybe she had just bought 2,000 diamond necklaces in bulk from the jewelry department.
While looking for a non-tacky free background for a Powerpoint presentation, I found THESE slides, which are for "education." (link) →
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Please use the one with the dinosaur terrorizing the children. I would die. It made me laugh so very much.
I’m not sure my fellow master’s students are ready for those slides … but rest assured that someday, when I am teaching high school English, I will pop that one into the middle of a lecture and see what happens =)
I have every intention of using the other dinosaur one for my lit crit power point next week.
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Urg. Attempting to install comments (so far unsuccessfully).
“Irina’s actually a really good designer. The only problem with her is that she’s a bitch.”
—Nicolas from Project Runway. Pot, meet kettle! (Srsly, if NICOLAS thinks you’re too bitchy, you need to rein that shit in.) (via budsey)
I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately so my doctor gave me a prescription for Ambien. As we know from Audrey’s experience, Ambien can lead to some pretty crazy dreams. Last night, I had a dream that I was back at Oxford and that I was sitting around that crazy octagon quad outside the dining hall at Trinity with a bunch of people (a really random mix of people from Oxford, Georgia, and Charleston, which made it even more weird). Anyway, we were sitting around the quad drinking wine when all of a sudden a bunch of police officers ran into the dining hall. When they came out, they were escorting Dr. Trivedi—in handcuffs—to the police car that magically appeared. Apparently, he was the head of some Madoff-esque Ponzi scheme and had been using the UGA at Oxford program to lauder money. Hooray, Ambien.
- Mac Guy: No, we don't recover information from hard drives.
- Me: Well, can you give me the phone number of someone who can?
- Mac Guy: No... but you can google it!
- Me: . . . If I had a computer that worked.
