OUT SAVING THE WORLD

Happy wEDnesday
Ah. The season premiere is tonight. wEDnesday is back in my lexicon. It should be in yours, too.

I'm J-Dub and I approve this message at 12:40 PM |

Hey FARCers...
Could this be???

More Campus Waste
The "For All We Call Mizzou Singers?" Wah, wah, MU fundraising.

I'm J-Dub and I approve this message at 1:26 PM |

Ah, Pepperdine...
All of my Mizzou friends, at some point or another, have ripped on MUPD. Some of us have even been pulled over by them.

But, the fact remains that MUPD carries guns, has full powers of arrest, and is internationally accredited.

None of these elements apply, however, to Pepperdine Public Safety.

DPS' first mission is staffing the two gatehouses that control the two access roads into campus. The drill goes like this: if you have a Pepperdine parking sticker in your windshield, the officer opens the gate. (In the wee hours of the morning, sometimes you have to wake up the officer first. See related story below.) No parking sticker...well, then maybe you won't get in, but if you seem non-threatening (non-minority?) and with a reason to be on campus (expensive car?) they'll lift the gate for you anyways, or so I've heard.

Oh, and DPS also has somehow derived the authority to issue speeding tickets. Beware.

Back to that whole "staying awake" issue. Apparently one of Pepperdine's finest had some problems with that last week.

Meanwhile, another division of DPS mans the Pepperdine Fire Department. (I guess the L.A. County Fire Department might not be able to get past the guard shack at night.) Glad to see my money's being put to real good use.

I'm J-Dub and I approve this message at 2:27 PM |

Adventures from Trancas Starbucks, Vol. IV (I Think)
Last night, one of California's finest flaky nuts, who smelled as if his nuts hadn't been washed in some time, loitered for about an hour explaining how some rich guy in Malibu had "his people" poison Mr. Nutto's food with arsenic. But wait, there's more! Mr. Whackjob then proceeded to walk down Pacific Coast Highway, whereupon he was struck by a car, sending him to the hospital with a laundry list of injuries, but yet this hospitalization (he claims) saved him from death at the hands of the food poisoning conspiracy.

Need I mention that part of the hospital's rehabilitation consisted of metal plates and screws? No doubt some tightening is in order.

After harassing the baristas on duty, namely Nick, Lisa, and Georgia, Mr. Freak started pestering me, though I had been hard at work/hardly working on Civil Procedure. Mr. Screwsloose had his back to them at this point, giving the 'Bucks crew full license to make faces at me which did not help my composure. Friends that they are, they did eventually call me to behind the counter, because they "needed help with something." They offered to boot the nutjob and his odors out, but I hadn't finished being amused by his story yet. After giving him his legal advice ("get lost") I was done. Almost.

Mr. Smellypants then started quoting the Gospels and talking about how people a mile away could hear him. Conversation was summarily terminated, and our friend moved on to the bus stop.

Right Now...
There's a man in a pilot's uniform in line. I don't think I have ever seen someone in a pilot's uniform outside an airport or a hotel near an airport. Malibu is a solid hour away from LAX. Weird.

Maybe he's just a limo driver who takes his job a bit too seriously.

New Blogs
Pepperdinians Benson and Caitlin, fellow Section C posse, can be found to your left. Clark's blog also has a new name, a new template, and a bitchin' post from a week or so ago you really should read if you haven't already.

Heaven Is...
A professor who teaches about negligence per se and "Good Samaritan Laws" by making reference to the final episode of "Seinfeld."

Hell Is...
Having lawyers draft your school assignment guidelines.

As Soon As I Find A Scanner...
Standby for the homicidal snowman...a page from the "Criminal Law Coloring Book" used to teach us about the various elements necessary to prove the ultimate crime.

I'm J-Dub and I approve this message at 8:10 PM |

A Quotation You May Find Amusing, Or Not
"Dude, you're weird." --Benson Chan, Pep law school classmate, earlier this week. (It took him a solid three weeks to figure that one out! Usually that conclusion is measured in hours.)

OSTW: Like The Drudge Report On My Friends
You may recall OSTW stated, based on an anonymous yet reliable source, that Scott Collins was gainfully employed. At the time, the statement was partially false, but it is now fully true. Two other folks--former roommates, no less, have also found themselves in the payroll way. Congrats, or whatever. Have fun in the real world...suckas!

I'm J-Dub and I approve this message at 9:51 PM |

Yet Another Dispatch From The Trancas Canyon Starbucks
A TV commercial was filmed at "my" grocery store next door last night. There were a couple Ford Focuses (Foci?) trucked in, and rumor has it the commercial was for that. The production crew also completely messed up the parking lot and put a couple of those kiddie rides in front of the store.

I miss Columbia, where when you see cameras and commotion, it's just one of your friends from KOMU.

Did You Know?
You can pay Major League Baseball 99 cents, and watch a live TV broadcast of any game on streaming video. I took advantage of this last night, and had the misfortune of watching Big Poppa's Cubbies beat the Brew Crew. But the video quality was surprisingly good. Two cheers for broadband.

But I got to see a couple Menards ads. Save BIG money!

Three weeks of law school in the books. Only eleven to go...in this first of six semesters...

I'm tired just thinking about it.

I'm J-Dub and I approve this message at 4:38 PM |

But There's No Grammar Test
We are learning about proper usage of commas, semi-colons,* and active vs. passive construction in Legal Research and Writing. It's just like J105 with B'Zang, except I don't have to bum a ride to the Oakland Plaza Senior Center with Jill to talk to the old folks.

It's good, though. My professor is thoroughly rooted in the "concise, plain-English" school of legal writing, which should mesh with my KOMU/broadcast/Eich-enized slash and burn writing style.

*The final serial comma is strongly encouraged in legal writing to avoid confusion over whether legal elements are to be treated separately or as a unit. There have even been cases over this stuff. Makes the whole premise of Ed, where our hero was fired from a NYC law firm for leaving a comma out of a legal document causing a client to lose $10 million, seem quite plausible.

Ok, very good. Doo tee doo.

I'm J-Dub and I approve this message at 1:11 PM |