I finally made it down to the Petsmart to purchase Colfax some much anticipated accoutrements. He got several new mice which have all subsequently disappeared. I think he hides them in the giant pile of clothes in my closet, although I'm not sure. He also got a sweet-ass new orange Harley-Davidson collar. It was the only collar that wasn't totally sissy-gay. I also got him a harness and a leash. He's always trying to get outside so I thought maybe he'd like to walk around with me. Not so much. Colfax doesn't like to do anything unless its his idea. So he just sits there until he thinks he can escape, then he runs a little, feels the tug of the leash, and sits down again. When I tug on the leash attempting to encourage a praticular direction I get nothing. Maybe the harness was a bust, but I think he does like eating grass. Oh, and he doesn't give a shit about catnip. I even got him premium shit.

This was the scene at the law school at 3:45 this morning. This is the line for the Hoffmann Moot Court competition. The sign-ups weren't until 7. Molson and I sat among these over-achievers for three hours plus just to get a shitload of work and to write an $80 check. Fucking retarded if you ask me.

These folks had the right idea.

These are the douche bags at the very front of the line. They had been there since 7 p.m. the night before. Can you fathom what kind of person it takes to sit in a hallway for twelve hours just to signup for a competition where lawyers playing judges ridicule they way you stand, speak, hold your arms and button your sport coat? It's this kind of accademic culture that creates the monsters that lawyers become.

Through submission to greed, anger and the socratic method I have transformed into a terrible force of evil. My new powers include the ability to conjure canteloupe-sized balls of energy with which I smite my adversaries. I can also conjure regular canteloupes but they are never quite as ripe as I'd like them to be.


Molson and I traveled to Santa Fe this last weekend. Sante Fe is a charming capital that continues a noble tradition of median adoption. Look at the care Santa Fe motel, adoptee, has put into this median. Just truly touching.

Santa Fe has many opulent rug boutiques. This seems like an appropriate place to comment on the personality of Santa Fe. It's a tourist town, but no ordinary tourist town. It's a tourist town for rich folks.

The highlight of the weekend was dinner at the Pink Adobe (The Pink Adobe was suggested to Molson by a friend who couldn't remember the name exactly. Molson was told to go to the "Pink Taco.") Molson had the sushi-grade yellow fin tuna, and I had the Opa(yeah, I've never heard of it either). The Opa was also sushi-grade cooked medium rare with a seaweed salad, notable wasabi and some mandarin orange slices. Hands down best meal I've ever had. If you are ever asked by a waiter, "would like you to have the special, it's Opa." Say, you bet'cha! The Pink Adobe receives five stars.

I enjoyed a visit from Mr. Finnegain this week. He can viewed above trying to sleep under a blanket of insufficient size. I made sure he went to sleep with the spray bottle close by to fend off Colfax's affectionate attacks.
Molson and I drove Finn up into mountains. She made us Turkey and Roast beef sandwiches. There were Tangelos too.
On Saturday I went to the Moot Court Board welcome back party held at the "Space Gallery." The free meal and open bar played no small part in my decision to attend. The guy that's looking up at my on the second level is my Negotiations partner. We'll be competing in a competition in two weeks. I asked the girl who's also looking up to give me a tip because she competed last year. She said "don't be nice." You'll do better if you act "mean." I asked if "condescending" would do. She said that would be fine.

Colfax and I have really let the place go to shit since I started writing my article. I have to turn in a 35-40 page article complete with footnotes on Tuesday, needless to say my Labor weekend has been "the bomb." Since I am abusing myself mentally for some reason I've also taken the opportunity to abuse myself nutritionally. Today I've had two Poptarts (strawberry), one bag of potato chips, two Italian sausages, one liter of diet coke and several cups of Folgers Coffee. I feel like shit. If you look at the picture above closely you'll notice a small bottle of generic brand pepto-bismol. I purchased that last Wednesday after I sat through Oil and Gas class thinking to myself, "gosh that butterscotch candy I ate earlier sure did give me a tummy ache." Two hours later I'm heaving into my toilet, I had the stomach flu and didn't recover for days. Again if you look closely at the picture above you'll see an orange hat the reads "yellow." Pretty cool, huh? I wouldn't sell that hat for thirty dollars.