The end of the world

So I may be behind the times, but it has recently come to my attention that season three of Deadwood is likely to be the last one ever made. For those of you who have watched season three as I have, you will likely agree with me that this is wholly unsatisfying and absolutely unacceptable. How could those HBO cocksuckers do this to us (pardon my French)?!?!?!?!? I say we all head over to Hollywood or wherever the HBO headquarters are and picket until they bring it back! Who's with me?!?

Hell no we won't go!!! Bring back Deadwood you bleeping bleepers!!!!

Greatest Game in the World

Fishfrog found this game a while ago and since then we have been completely addicted. The highscore we have achieved so far is about 64000. I dare you to do better.

Just some pictures

Nothing really new here in the Pacific Northwest. We went for a short walk yesterday and took a couple pictures.


Despite the signage, this building brought me only a moment's chuckle, and no fulfillment. It looks kind of seedy inside, like a half-way house.


This is a bridge you can see from our apartment, but you can see it much better if you walk a couple blocks, which is where I took this picture. It's really a big bridge. And it's a double-decker, with one direction on top and the other direction below. Crazy engineers.


This is a gerber daisy that seems to be enjoying life on our very small balcony. It was yellow at first, but now it's pink. Lots of girls like daisies. I like them too, but not as much as I like carnations. I'm told that carnations are kind of low-class, but I find them to be very interesting and pretty.

Leason Learned?

Let's say you do your laundry and choose to fold this laundry on your bed. Then lets say that there happens to be a small rabbit hopping around on top of said bed, and that some articles of freshly laundered clothing are then placed upon said rabbit creating a rabbit shaped lump. Then lets say that, after the rabbit has left, a friendly neighborhood cat comes along and proceeds to attempt to sit upon every piece of freshly laundered clothing that you are attempting to fold.

If all these things happen to you, you are going to get fur on your clean cloths.

Will this happen to me again next week? It is extremely likely.

How Congress Works

Check out this post on TaxProf about a company claiming that it falls under some transitional rules in some tax legislation passed years ago. The supporting affidavit seemed pretty compelling to me, but the tax court was not persuaded. Read the post and be appalled at how some public servants view their civic duties.

Dragon Boats

Every year Portland hosts the Rose Festival which has now been going on for the past week or so. The Festival includes various activities such as parades (3 of them which I think is a little much), fireworks, and Fleet Week in which a lot of military type boats and a couple of pirate ships come to dock. Another of the traditional festival activities and the one that I have enjoyed the most are the dragon boat races which Fishfrog and I watched today. These are Chinese boats that were donated by one of Portland's sister-cities. The races we saw were in the high school and women's divisions, but they also have a mixed division.


The really cool part about it is that Fishfrog knows someone who rows on a team and was able to go out on the boat a couple of weeks ago to give it a try. He came back with blisters, covered in sweat saying that it was incredibly hard, but that it also provided some fabulous views of the city (as you may guess, Fishfrog didn't use the word 'fabulous,' I've taken some literary privileges in the description... I like my version better). Despite his dire warnings about the amount of pain it causes, I think it looks like a lot of fun and am very jealous.

Pot-Belly Pigs

I love pot-belly pigs. Nell and I saw (and I petted) a few miniature pot-belly pigs on our honeymoon in Maui. They were adorable and Nell promised me that some day I could have a pet pig. Well that day has not come and is probably some time off still.

But at Lewis & Clark School of Law, where I am taking my BarBri classes, there is a gold statue of a pig on a podium in the library. On one of my breaks today I stopped to take a picture and read the plaque. It was touching.

Apparently, the sculture was made and donated in memory of a woman who died (sadly I cannot remember her name). According to the plaque, she love pot belly pigs and they brought her comfort and solace. The sculture was created and donated with the hope of providing some comfort and solace to others. And looking at the adorable piglet, I certainly felt better. How could anyone look at that cute gold snout and not smile.

Settling In

Nell and I are settling in to our new place in our new town. The apartment is almost all put together, with just a few things out of place. Not much else to say, really. So here are some pictures.

This one is a view from our balcony looking leftish. There's this park across the street that has this wierd fountain-thing and a ton of parents bring their kids to splash around in it.


This one is our living/dining room taken from our kitchen. The apartment is a lot like our old one, but 1/4 the size and without the squirrels living in the ceiling.



This is the cat, sleeping on a sleeping bag. On the very bottom right of the shot is the awesome chair I bought when I was waiting in our empty place for our stuff to get there. It's comfy.