I am BORED

I don't wanna do my Torts reading! For some reason, I just don't care about extending duty of care to third parties when there is credible reason to believe that someone is gonna suffer some serious bodily harm if Tatiana Tarasoff's brother's roommate's therapist doesn't get off his bony ass and tell the fam-damily that Tatiana is about to get offed by some foreign engineer Cal Student who doesn't get the Kiss At Midnight on New Year's Eve concept. Of course having said that I did just brown-nosingly post to our Torts internet yahoo-group-like place on why excluding loss spreading from our medical system might be a sledding trip we don't really want to take.

Brown Noser!

Speaking of nose...
The cork of the 2000 Zinfandel was manky and smelled like vinegar, I almost pitched the bottle unopened, assuming that it must have had a leaky cork. Then I decided to be a good little Oregonian* and recycle the bottle after pouring the bad wine down the sink. To my delight, I discovered that the cork was actually intact, and that the contents of the bottle hadn't suffered anything other than excessive sunlight. Yummy yum, yum, nice berry flavored zinfandel that has mellowed a little bit and isn't the peppery fireberry ball it was when I bought it. Yay for getting older. yay for wine and laptops.

Of course really, I should be packing for my trip to NYC. 36 whole hours with an additional 12 flying. Woot! maybe I'll catch up on my nap time. Remind self to pack flask and ambien.

* it's a joke see:

A Kentuckian, a Californian, and Oregonian are out riding horses. The

Kentuckian pulls out an expensive bottle of bourbon, takes a long

pull, then another and suddenly throws it into the air, pulls

out his gun and shoots the bottle in midair.



The Californian looks at him and says, "What are you doing? That

was a perfectly good bottle of bourbon!"



The Kentuckian says, "In Kentucky, there is plenty of bourbon and the

bottles are cheap."



A while later, not wanting to be outdone, the Californian pulls

out a bottle of chardonnay, takes a few sips, throws the chardonnay

into the air, pulls out his gun and shoots it in midair.



The Oregonian can't believe his eyes, "What the heck did you do

that for? That was a perfectly good bottle of chardonnay!"



The Californian says, "In California, we have plenty of chardonnay

and bottles are cheap."



So, awhile later, the Oregonian pulls out a bottle of Widmer

Hefeweizen. He opens it, takes a sip, and then chugs the whole

bottle. He then puts the bottle in his saddlebag, pulls out his

gun, and shoots the Californian.



The Kentuckian, shocked, says, "Why the hell did you do that?!"



The Oregonian replies, "In Oregon, we have plenty of Californians

and the recycled bottles are worth a nickel."