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:: Tuesday, December 09, 2003 ::

c&c music factory: things that make you go "hmm..."

So it's been a crazy week. I just finished my first exam of the semester - Professional Responsibility. Basically it teaches aspiring lawyers to be honest, ethical, and i don't know the rest because i really didn't go to class much. In fact, half the class never showed up the entire semester. Doesn't that give all you future clients peace of mind?

I've got 4 more exams - 2 of them take-home, then it's party time up in herrr (or is it "thurr"?). Damn if pop culture hasn't f'd up the english language. Then it's off to the WEST-SIIDE! I fly into San Diego on the 22nd, and the first thing on my agenda while i'm back home is to get me some mexican food at la posta. There is talk of going to the casinos to play some texas hold 'em and there is also talk of taking either a camping trip up to the mountains of Big Surr, Big Surr (said in ghetto chingy tone) or another trip to Vegas. Whatever. So long as i've got carne asada burritos in hand and sun on my face, i don't give a fuuck.

so, without further adieu... top 3 things that make you "hmm..."

1. There was about 12-inches that got dumped on nyc and it really was non-stop snow from friday through sunday. Preceding the storm, NYC mayor Bloomberg tells everyone on thursday night to stay indoors and not to hit the streets if at all possible. That confused little man must have been hit hard by pressure from interest groups (i.e. mainly every retail store in nyc) to go on the record the very next day and encouraging people to hit the streets and proclaiming that "new york city is open! the parks are open, the shops are open..." What a damn fool. Obviously the city wasn't makin' that cheese with all the hype he gave to this storm. It's just snow. Deal.

2. Was Scooby-Doo an asian immigrant? What's with his mispronunciation of the first letter of every word? "Raggy!", "Rooby-Roo!", "Rappy Rolidays". Wtf. The dude must have taken engrish ressons from my mom or something.

3. i get a random call from a 213 area code (los angeles) and i don't pick up because i don't know who it is. few minutes later, another call. i pick up. a girl with a very attractive voice asks confirmation if i am who i am, then proceeds to explain that she got my number from my mom and that somehow we know each other. I'm thinkin', sure... cute enough sounding chick wants to know more about me. Why not, right? Uh... turns out she's my little cousin/niece that i haven't seen since i was about 7 and she was 4. How embarrassing.

BONUS "hmm...":

did anyone else check out last month's issue of rolling stone magazine's "top 500 albums of all time"? so gimmicky, i know, but i always fall for the controversial ones the editors automatically throw in to spark talk. I'm a big Beatles fan, but must 8 of the top 10 spots always be held by either The Beatles or Dylan? Sgt. Pepper's at #1? Sheesh. At least it's not Revolver again. But the most questionable ranking is the Beach Boys' Pet Sounds at #2. And what the hell is the deal with not putting a single Police album in the top 100? Radiohead's great, but in the top 50 of ALL TIME? And they always throw in that one Public Enemy album towards the top-half of the rankings to prevent looting and give the illusion that The Man doesn't seem TOO oppressive.

What would be your top 5 favourite albums?

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