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Saturday, July 29, 2006
I'm halfway done with my Masters as of today!
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Mrs. B forgot to mention that her nephew (my son) turned 20 months old 4 days ago. It would be a lot less impressive if he just turned 4.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
My nephew can count to ten. I think that's really freaking cool.

That's all.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
I just argued and won my first Supression Hearing. Kids with lots of drugs got their case dismissed because the officer went on a fishing expedition. Did the kids learn a lesson? No. Will they be back? Yes. How do I know? Frequent Flyers of Judicial Airways. Today, I have judge trials for several defendants I have yet to meet. I will talk to them for 5-10 minutes before their bench trials and then we will walk into sure, if not highly probable, losses. By this time tomorrow, I will have lost the ability to say that I am batting at 1.000. Here's to batting at 1.000!
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Having not blogged in a while, I posit a blog query (queery, queerie, querie, quiery, quierie, quieree, or question).

People who say, "Once you've hit rock bottom, there is only one way to go." either voluntarily or disturbingly forgot that you can also move laterally and thus the saying, "To wallow in sorrow." In having and knowing of the two sayings, is it at all logical, acceptable and/or predictable (stepping away from legal for a while) that a perveyor of the first saying should be punched in random parts of the body for sport?

The battles in my head will soon quarter me.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Dear Charlottesville and Albemarle,

For the love of God and all that is holy, please stop hitting my f#!&ing car. PLEASE. I'm growing quite tired of getting that familiar smack in my back that says, "Contact has been achieved! Get angry now!" I have no need to enter my car into the world of social networking and no desire for it to have playdates.

Is there a problem with my car? No? Perhaps our cars had a disagreement? Not that either? Did someone mischievously slide a giant post-it that says "HIT ME" on the car? I don't see one and I'm pretty sure you won't see one either. So, the next time my car stops for one those newfangled lights, traffic, or those pesky pedestrians that cross without care, STOP YOUR DAMNED CAR BEFORE hitting mine. Those red lights in the back mean that I've stopped. C'est tout.