Monthly Archives: October 2004

To Hell in a Hand Basket

I love Slashdot polls.

So the other day I managed to infect my home computer with massive amounts of spyware and malware. I committed the cardinal sin of downloading an executable without running it through my antivirus program. I know, I know… what was I thinking? Have I no common sense? Have I learned nothing from the constant barage of Windows security updates? Anyway, after double clicking, I sat there staring at the screen for a good 10 seconds as my hard drive thrashed, wondering 1) if something would happen, and 2) what the hell I had just done.

The worst part is that as I was double clicking on the darn thing, it occurred to me that I really should have scanned it first because the site seemed a little suspicious. I did so, and low and behold, Norton’s bells and whistles went off, alerting me that the file was massively problematic. I suppose I deserved it.

Two days later, I’m still struggling to clean the sucker up. I’ve downloaded more programs than I can count to clean up all that junk, but I have to say, the damn thing is pretty resilient. Worse comes to worse I can always reformat (hey, it would give me a good reason to buy a rewritable DVD drive to backup all my stuff).

In other news, Boeing recently completed building its last 757. I’m really going to miss that bird. The great majority of flying I’ve done in my (short) life has been on the 757-200, and it is a shame to see such a steadfast plane pass into history. The first time I ever tuned into ATC was on a United 757, and the pilot, who was obviously as much of an aviation enthusiast as myself, gave a mini-lecture on the history of the 757. It was incredibly awesome.

You will be missed.

Right or Wrong?

The new question I’ll be obssessing over: Do people more often find themselves at the right place at the right time, or the right place at the wrong time? If you’re at the right place at the wrong time, does that mean you were necessarily there at the right time, but you missed your opportunity? Do we, as the architects of our fate, have the power to turn the wrong time into the right time? If we do, should we?

I’d like to think we do have that power, and that everyone should exercise that power.

I’m a humble person in many ways. I’m relatively reserved, and more of a risk-averse character than a risk-taker. Still, I’ve never before been so compelled to turn a wrong into a right. Some might call that life.

On a different note, this should essentially end dictatorPresident Bush’s bid for reelection

On the Road Again…

It was definitely one of the harder decisions I’ve ever had to make, but after a lot of soul searching and serious thought (and I do mean serious), Jason and I have decided to attend the national competition in Dallas. Everyone has told us it was the right decision.

I believe it was.

So now we get to represent the law school at a national level. Hope I remember my table manners!

A stellar finish

Jason and I got FIRST PLACE in the Tang competition. We’re going to Dallas for Nationals. Holy … crap. How frickin’ sexy is that?

I can’t even begin to think about how far I’ve come over the past year. Last year I participated in my first mock trial competition, and I was a WRECK before the competition. I was so nervous I couldn’t even sit still. Now, in my first ever appellate competition, I’ve managed to place. This doesn’t mean I’m ready for a career in appellate advocacy, but DAMN — I love it when hard work pays off (and believe me, it does in law school, it certainly does).

The Big Day

Well, it’s finally upon me. My first oral arguments as law student — at the Thomas Tang regional competition, no less. The stakes are high, and the adrenaline is pumping. If only my friends could see me now! You remember Tom Cruise in A Few Good Men? Well, you ain’t seen nothing yet! (Okay, bad analogy because that was a trial, not appellate advocacy, but you catch my drift).

Today was a pretty good day. Yes, I’m stuck in the school at 11pm practicing my arguments, but it was a good day, and I’m happy to finally say it.

May it please the court…