Camp Awesome officially started this week, and in honour of this I, the official Camp Awesome Chaplain, offer up this bit of knowledge.
NSR
The NO SNAG RULE. Simply put, NSR stands for never being caught out. As everyone knows, good things start from the ground up. So take heed of the shoes. Don't wrap your dawgs in rotten banana cream pie. NSR means that if you can't take a road trip to Seattle, you can still take one to Chilliwack for the pie. Pie is a common theme. NSR. Live it.
I further offer up the following ditty as the Chaplain's choice for Camp Awesome Theme Song. Since each member may pick his or her own theme, this is only mine. I will host any other theme songs that are suggested, creating...THE CAMP AWESOME THEME PLAYLIST. Crank it on the 'Pod or rip and burn to CD. Either way - get happy.
Usually I don't know why I'm in law school, but I cope...until I come across this guy and see how he's living the dream. And then the terrible, terrible jealousy sets in.
There are few things in life as inherently satisfying as sitting on a deck, drinking and eating, while the sun beams down for one of the 60 or so days in Vancouver that don't suck.
And one of those things is doing all that AND BEING FINISHED EXAMS. But I wish those people no ill will, mostly because I am now the proud possesser of not one, but TWO Casiotone MT-35s. Doesn't sound familiar?
OH HELLS YES. Why two, you ask? To quote Mike Lee - the same reason why you don't buy one banjo.
That's right - dueling. Oh, there will be dueling.
So I'm geeked out like this and I run a blog counter which tells me the number of people who stumble across this blog looking for...questionable content. And I just noticed today that the hits counter passed ten thousand, buoyed by the 138 hits on Saturday. Considering how infrequently I post, and the general lack of quality contained in each one, I can only attribute this to a Google malfunction.
Ray Covering Gnarls Covering the Wounds of my Heartattack Jack
Haven't jumped on the Gnarls Barkley bandwagon yet? Grab some tunes off the Hype Machine and listen to what will undoubtedly be THE album of the summer. Remember - you heard it here last.
1. Spent $140. Food bought - 4 bottles San Pellegrino, one bag chopped vegetables, one box salad mix. Superstore does not sell food.
2. Interracial couples will one day rule the world. And declare me their king. It'll happen.
3. If you mumble to yourself but are otherwise a well-dressed, respectable looking young man, old women will be confused and children will want to follow you.
4. "These were 2 for $1.98, but I only bought one. See, I figured it wasn't a sale price. It's just a way for them to get you to buy two." Well done Sherlock. Well done.
5. Your line-up strategy doesn't work if both of you are in the same damn line. For the love of...
6. Jess wants Nick back so bad, but Nick is like no way.
Why some people will be the king, and some the village idiot
Anthony Bourdain, in Kitchen Confidential, writes about a cook named Scott Bryan who works at Veritas in New York. Other cooks when talking about him get a look on their faces, knowing that not only weren't they doing what Bryan does, but they wouldn't do it. This became clear for me when sitting in the library, surrounded by people so eager to be there they were practically exploding. Not only don't I do what the gold medal hoohas do - I won't do it. I can't.
At the risk of becoming a music blog, or a music covers blog, I am posting more songs today. Because people need the music, and the people are stressed and pulling out the hair and gnashing the teeth. There is great tribulation in the law school. Here's the cure.
The original is so good it leaves one wondering what could possibly be accomplished by covering it? All I know is this song is making me inordinately happy. When the girls sing the part by themselves it's total - aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.
* The name of this blog was taken from a case I read in first year Torts, Mulloy v. Hop Sang. In it a doctor had cut off the hand of a "Chinaman" without informing the patient. The judge awarded $50 since the Chinaman, while Chinese, was of average intelligence, and therefore would have understood the doctor's diagnosis.