My school didn't have IB, or geek heaven. We had AP. Which means no diploma. No fancy title. And no final dinner. If we had had one chances are I would not have done what these boys do - which is a pitch perfect rendition of OK Go's by now classic A Million Ways video. Brilliant
My first attempt at some sort of web comic. Largely inspired by Able and Baker and Patches, which means I basically steal their ideas. Click for full size.
From a website on being an advocate (litigator) in Scotland:
"Intending advocates, known as devils, undertake advocacy skills training, commencing with a seven week foundation course. Devils then spend several months with a devil master, during which time they must undertake further advocacy skills courses culminating in the supplementary course."
Guys - you know that high school crush of hers, the guy with the hair and shoes, who she never spoke to and maybe even never met? That guy is totally kicking your ass.
Why? Because she never spoke to him. Ever. So he never said anything stupid, or made a retarded joke, or told her she looked a little heavy in that dress. He never had the chance. This guy always said exactly the right thing because she put the words in his mouth. Hell, he might have looked at her once and that meant more to her than the last ten things you've said. Plus, you're a jerk.
He always smelled like laundry.
This guy is mopping the floor with you and he doesn't even know your name. He affected her in ways you can only dream about. Next time you do something idiotic--forget her birthday, get drunk and puke on the veranda, insult her best friend--guess who she'll be thinking about?
This guy owns you. And he might look like Christian Slater.
While the RIAA is busy trying to sue every 12 year old with a modem, and various record companies attempt to shut down free-advertising service YouTube, some artists still understand that maybe, just maybe, all these fans who spend money supporting you might deserve some love.
Feist understands this. And in a stroke of fundraising genius, she has offered a fan/winning bidder the opportunity to sing on stage with her, either a song the person has written or a cover song. And if this person is nice, he or she can invite a friend along.
When I drove down to Mexico in 1992 there were two songs - Under the Bridge by the RHCP, and Tennessee by Arrested Development. We must have heard those songs a thousand times before we hit L.A. Naturally I was torn about liking either of them because I was a colossal nard. But that's another post.
Arrested Development went on to become nothing, the way Gnarls Barkley is pretty much headed. Which is too bad, because they had at least one great song and two other very good ones. Don't remember?
* 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.