We are very proud of Anderson, shown above with a remarkably believable "I'm going to burst your liver with my mind" expression on her face, for her work on this year's new DU Law Reivew T-shirts which can also be viewed above modeled by our EIC.
Access to this mini-fridge full of soda may be the single perk to being a member of the law review.

The Friday before school started we tried to have a party. There was some drama between Miss Texas and her ex-fiance before Molson and I showed up but he left and things settled down. Miss Texas decided to do some tarot card readings. The tarot cards predict that Ande's legal career will be successful. The girls wouldn't let the blonde-haired guy in this picture ask when he was going to die. He ended up staying at Miss Texas' after everyone left. He's good friends with Miss Texas' ex-fiance. If he keeps its up I'd probably be able to predict his death with some accuracy.

This Bar-B-Que ad features a pig excited about cooking pig flesh over a fire, which is disturbing if you think about it. When I was a 4-H youth I spent some time at the Maricopa county fair watching pigs. I never raised pigs myself so I found them fascinating. Especially when they would take a shit and turn around and eat it immediately. Sorry I don't have a picture of that.

This is the jar of moss I gave to my officemate for her birthday. It sits on our windowledge at work overlooking downtown denver.

Colfax finds it highly amusing that many of the legal phrases in the Black's Law Dictionary sound remakably similar to the jinxes and spells in the Harry Potter Books. For example, "Custos Rotulorum," which actually means: The principal justice of the peace in a county, responsible for the rolls of the county sessions of the peace; "Mobilia sequuntur personam!" which actually means: Movables follow the person; and, finally, "zygocephalum!" which is: the measure of land that can be plowed in one day. I guess being a lawyer is sort of like being a wizard. Are there oil and gas wizards?

Take heed my friends. Due to a dangerous mixture of white wine and feminine guile I let my guard down last night and allowed the space between my eyebrows to be "waxed."