Saturday, April 30, 2005

Secret's Out

Someone has apparently tried modewatch's secret ninja moves against the po po's. About as scary as it was effective. Perhaps modewatch should spend a few more hours playing bitch for Pat Morita before taking on the g-men.

That said, I never knew that Karate Kid had such deviant overtones. Mr Miyagi looks like he might just plant a wet one on young Daniel-son. Maybe this is what happened to Ralph Maccio. That and the academy looking past his comic genius in My Cousin Vinny to give that bitch, Marisa Tomei, an Oscar. But then again Ralphy, she is way hotter.

Risus abundat in ore stultorum (AKA Converstaions with 1L) I

1L: You guys took the bar last summer, right?
Me & JewBu:

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes

Recently we were subjected to a vitriolic rant at modewatch about his being the sole watcher of the modes. Be warned "watcher" that, secret ninja moves or not, I see you. I promise no objectivity. I do not fear the nuclear option. I have already acquired fava beans and a nice chianti.

I Can No Longer Brook Thy Vanities...

For some time, I have sat idle watching these tirades unfold. This aggression can no longer stand. At first, I railed against the title brownbear because it was shamelessly swiped from a sitcom; however, I have decided to assume the mantle and contribute to this explosion of inane discussion. Do not assume that I begin this project because I have something worthwhile to say. Blogging is a frighteningly efficient way to waste time as my final looms. After all, there is no nation like procrastination.