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Can-Am Pizza’s “Butter Chicken Pizza.”

6/17/07: UPDATE!

The box it came in!

(note, due to my living situation, this box remains in my house, fully a week after the pizza was bought and consumed.)

I had my first post-exam professor sighting. After the fact, I realized what I initially took to be a bizarre grouping of individuals actually had a common trait - they’d all clerked at the Supreme Court.

JL looked as fantastic as ever. She was probably saying something intelligent and witty.

GS gestured emphatically. The others seemed to eat it up. Typical.

RP was a bit of a puzzle. He stood silently in one of my favorite electric bass player postures - feet spread about a yard apart, knees locked, torso upright and twisted towards the audience (or in his case, his colleagues). His head was nodding up and down (to the beat?) as he listened to GS. He also had his hands on his hips, adding a superhero element to his pose.

I think RP was the one who really made me lose it. I was choking on laughter for a half hour after seeing him. I know - I’m pathetic. But I haven’t been exposed to anything as amusing in A2 since the undergrads left. I did see an amazing 6′2″ transvestite hooker in Detroit a week or so ago, but that memory can only sustain me for so long.

You know when you end up watching a really horrible movie over and over again - maybe it’s a staple of the “Sunday Afternoon Movie” or it’s a featured presentation on HBO one month? I did this once with “Dude, Where’s My Car?” The only redeeming fact there is that, if I remember correctly, the person who I had originally seen the movie with was re-watching it at the same time I was. She then called me (or I called her - memory is a bit fuzzy here) to tell me she was watching it again. Even though the movie was pretty dreadful the first time I saw it, there was something entertaining enough about it that I and another sat through it again.

Sometimes, though, re-watching an awful movie is less voluntary. When my mom was in the hospital last fall, they had “On Demand” movies. She selected the classic Robin Williams flick “RV.” I blamed her decision on the morphine or whatever they were giving her at the time and sat through it without complaining too much. But just last week, I was forced to watch portions of it again, this time at the hands of the Department of Homeland Security. At that point, I felt pretty violated. “RV” is seriously the worst movie I have ever seen; to be forced to watch it twice crosses the line of good taste. And we all know when measured against my standards the line of good taste is practically non-existent.

(a two part question)

When you change the parameters of an experiment to get the results you want, are you “manipulating” the experiment or the results?

If it’s easy to make these changes, which phrase would you use: “easily manipulable”, “easily manipulatable” or “easily manipulated”?

When lunching with co-workers, it’s normal, and not showing off, to eat Asian food with chopsticks, right?

‘In thinking about the applicability of the rationale of the personal-name rule to the present case, we should notice first of all that camels, whether real or toy, do not go into business. Peaceable Planet’s appropriation of the name “Niles” for its camel is not preventing some hapless camel in the Sahara Desert who happens to be named “Niles” from going into the water-carrier business under its own name.’ Peaceable Planet, Inc. v. Ty, Inc. and H. Ty Warner, 362 F.3d 986, 70 U.S.P.Q. 2d 1386 (7th Cir. 2004).

 I can’t recommend this opinion enough to fans of camels, the name ”Niles”, or the town of Cassopolis, Michigan.

hovering over the toilet, that is.

did you know that the average toilet seat is cleaner than your desk?

toilet seats are not the dirtiest things in the bathroom - abc news, 2020

i’m guessing that all of the relative clean-ness all goes out the window when those of us with bad aim hover over the seat.

i’m tired of going into the bathroom at the airport and looking into seven stalls before i find one that hasn’t been a victim of bad aim.

let’s start a revolution. sit down. pass it on.

One of my favorite things about reading law-related material is laughing out loud at the names of some cases. I don’t know why I find them so funny, and sometimes I worry that it might be a sign of incipient mental illness. Anyway, I’ve made a page where I’ll be keeping track of case names that I find amusing, and I hope that other contributors to this blog will update the page as well, with their own discoveries.