<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:36:50.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Jlog</title><subtitle type='html'>Nothing important here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-115998881387410792</id><published>2006-10-04T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T15:06:53.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog would be a lot better if I had something to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-115998881387410792?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/115998881387410792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=115998881387410792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/115998881387410792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/115998881387410792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-blog-would-be-lot-better-if-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-114123978149158051</id><published>2006-03-01T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T14:03:01.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hoy está miércoles. No tengo mucho a decir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that takes care of that. I’ve been paying attention lately to the advertisement at the top of my blog and for some reason it always amazes me when the advertisement changes to something that’s almost relevant to my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, after playing Spot the Fake Proverb last Friday, my advertisement changed to Christian related things – one of the links was for Christian Book Distributors. Funnily enough, I ordered something from them on Monday after clicking on the link from my own blog. They have some great prices. No, this isn’t an advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I noticed yesterday that the advertisement changed to bottled water for a little while. I’m assuming this is because I used the words “bottled water” in my post and not because I posted the picture of Fiji water. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/1600/mexmain_lg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/320/mexmain_lg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I’ve decided to see what advertisements will show up when I choose certain words – and I will type it several times in order to trick Google into thinking my website pertains to the chosen words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chimichanga con carne&lt;br /&gt;chimichanga con carne&lt;br /&gt;chimichanga con carne&lt;br /&gt;chimichanga con carne&lt;br /&gt;chimichanga con carne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I decided to go with the Spanish theme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see what happens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-114123978149158051?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/114123978149158051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=114123978149158051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/114123978149158051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/114123978149158051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2006/03/hoy-est-mircoles.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-114116319639764639</id><published>2006-02-28T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T16:46:36.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since it's Tuesday and all, I decided to check AmericanGreetings.com again. Today happens to be Floral Design Day. I'm not sure of the best way to make fun of this. Seriously, they only had to come up with 365 things and one of them is in appreciation of Floral Designs. The e-card says "Remember to stop and arrange the roses." Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that you don't think that I'm all talk, I've decided to come up with some meaningful things to celebrate. My first inclination is to make a list of 365 things that would be way better than Floral Design Day, but I have to remind myself I'm in law school and really don't have time for that. So, here's 10 things for which I'd like to set aside a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Fiji bottled water Day - you gotta love that natural Artesian water that comes from springs thousands of miles away from industrial pollution (or so they say) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/1600/fijiwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/320/fijiwater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sauteed Onions Day - I don't care what you're cooking, sauteed onions really liven things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Spanish Language Day - check the blog tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Protein Shake Day - there's nothing like getting all the protein you need from a drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Johnny Lingo Day - we all need to believe in ourselves (see yesterday's post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Seinfeld Day - I think we'd all agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lord of the Rings Trilogy Day - since it would take almost a whole day to watch the extended edition trilogy, I think it's very appropriate, and I love that Samwise Gamgee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Animal Cracker Day - I'll eat anything that's in the shape of animals, letters, or people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Toilet Paper Day - it's #2 for a good reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Punter Day - professional punters deserve a lot more credit than they get, and it's my dream job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, with that said, happy Floral Design Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-114116319639764639?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/114116319639764639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=114116319639764639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/114116319639764639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/114116319639764639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2006/02/since-its-tuesday-and-all-i-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-114106293264821747</id><published>2006-02-27T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T12:55:33.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't want to post again because I didn't want to push down my Office Space post, but I figure I have to post again sometime, so it might as well be now. I just read a blurb on MSNBC about &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/11590011/"&gt;a soccer team that traded a player in exchange for 33 lbs. of meat&lt;/a&gt;. This reminds of me something that probably isn't relevant at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 10th grade health class, we had to watch the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0365393/"&gt;Johnny Lingo&lt;/a&gt; for some reason. I'm not going to summarize the movie (much). It was apparently produced by the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints as tool used for teaching people about their value as humans. Actually, I think we had to watch this movie in health class at the same time we were learning about eating disorders. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/1600/JohnnyLingo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/320/JohnnyLingo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reasons this movie has stuck with me since 10th grade are because it was incredibly cheesy and I enjoyed telling girls their value as approximated by the number of cows they would be worth. In the movie, Mahana turns out to be worth eight cows - which happened to be the largest number of cows ever offered for a bride on that particular island (which shocked everyone because Mahana was "ugly," or at least everyone thought she was until she realized her beauty when she was traded for eight cows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as luck would have it (?), Kim and I watched the movie on our honeymoon on the cruise ship. I don't know why Carnival Cruise Lines was playing this movie on the in-room televisions, but it worked out great because now Kim knows what I'm talking about when I call her a 10-cow woman. (thank goodness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like to say she looks like a million crispy chicken nuggets, but that's totally irrelevant to this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel bad for the soccer player because 33 lbs. of meat is way less than 1 full cow. I hope that doesn't make him feel less valuable as a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-114106293264821747?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/114106293264821747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=114106293264821747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/114106293264821747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/114106293264821747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-didnt-want-to-post-again-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-114105764330657291</id><published>2006-02-27T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T11:27:23.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like someone's got a case of the Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm headed over to Chotchky's for some shrimp poppers and extreme fajitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/320/officespace_lawrence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-114105764330657291?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/114105764330657291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=114105764330657291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/114105764330657291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/114105764330657291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2006/02/looks-like-someones-got-case-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-114080228825300063</id><published>2006-02-24T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T12:31:30.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess that paragraph in Spanish took so much out of me that I needed 48 hours of recovery time. Apparently I'm all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In thinking about friendship, I decided to look up some Bible verses online. As it turns out, there's only 52 verses in the Bible that use the word "friend" (at least in the American Standard version, and I'm assuming the website is accurate). So, based on what I found, I've decided to play &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spot the Fake Proverb&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are as follows: one of the five phrases below isn't really from the book of Proverbs. Please no cheating, by either looking below or searching the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wealth addeth many friends; But the poor is separated from his friend.&lt;br /&gt;2. Many will entreat the favor of the liberal man; And every man is a friend to him that giveth gifts.&lt;br /&gt;3. Faithful are the wounds of a friend; But the kisses of an enemy are profuse.&lt;br /&gt;4. Whosoever therefore would be a friend of the world maketh himself an enemy of God.&lt;br /&gt;5. A friend loveth at all times; And a brother is born for adversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game Intermission Picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/400/motivation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://bible.crossdaily.com/lookup.php3?bk=20&amp;ch=19&amp;amp;vs=4&amp;ver=asv"&gt;Proverbs 19:4&lt;/a&gt; - Wealth addeth many friends; But the poor is separated from his friend.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://bible.crossdaily.com/lookup.php3?bk=20&amp;ch=19&amp;amp;vs=6&amp;ver=asv"&gt;Proverbs 19:6&lt;/a&gt; - Many will entreat the favor of the liberal man; And every man is a friend to him that giveth gifts.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://bible.crossdaily.com/lookup.php3?bk=20&amp;ch=27&amp;amp;vs=6&amp;ver=asv"&gt;Proverbs 27:6&lt;/a&gt; - Faithful are the wounds of a friend; But the kisses of an enemy are profuse.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://bible.crossdaily.com/lookup.php3?bk=59&amp;ch=4&amp;amp;vs=4&amp;ver=asv"&gt;James 4:4&lt;/a&gt; - Whosoever therefore would be a friend of the world maketh himself an enemy of God.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://bible.crossdaily.com/lookup.php3?bk=20&amp;amp;ch=17&amp;vs=17&amp;amp;ver=asv"&gt;Proverbs 17:17&lt;/a&gt; - A friend loveth at all times; And a brother is born for adversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you probably thought I was going to make up a proverb on my own and throw it in. I thought about it but I couldn't think of anything non-funny that wouldn't have been obvious. So, I hope you have enjoyed this round of Spot the Fake Proverb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-114080228825300063?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/114080228825300063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=114080228825300063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/114080228825300063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/114080228825300063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-guess-that-paragraph-in-spanish-took.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-114062046428719759</id><published>2006-02-22T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T10:01:04.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>¡Feliz Miércoles! He pensado que miércoles es el día de español. No tengo razón por esto actividad, pero pienso que lo ayúdame con mis habilidades de la lengua de español. Yo reconoce que mis habilidades están muy insuficientes, ¡pero yo perseveraré! Yo disfruto la lengua de español y quiero que continuar a actualizar mi “blog” en español todos los miércoles. Así, otra vez, ¡feliz miércoles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I'll also say that I won't write entirely in Spanish on Wednesdays. Also, for any of my hispanic readers, I'm sorry if I butchered your language...I'm really trying to get better. And, the below picture has absolutely nothing to do with this post, it's just a random picture I found in Google images and I think it's kind of funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking about the friendship thing. I'm sure I'll have something later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/320/i-took-spanish-for-4-years.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-114062046428719759?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/114062046428719759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=114062046428719759' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/114062046428719759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/114062046428719759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2006/02/feliz-mircoles-he-pensado-que-mircoles.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-114053479454723699</id><published>2006-02-21T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T10:29:44.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/1600/PapaJohnsLogo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/1600/graphic1.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/1600/PapaJohnsLogo.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/200/PapaJohnsLogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to AmericanGreetings.com, February 21st is Pizza Delivery Day. Actually, every day is some kind of day according to American Greetings. It's hard to keep up with the schedule since every day is something new, but I feel like Tuesdays are good days to check out the site and see what's so special about today. Had I known last night that today was going to be Pizza Delivery Day, I would have woken up a much happier man this morning. That's really not true at all, I'm just trying to make it seem like today is special. I do wonder, however, if something as cheesy as American Greetings declaring today Pizza Delivery Day actually causes a spike in pizza deliveries. I'm going to call Papa John's later today and see if they have any comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/1600/PapaJohnsLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, February is apparently Friendship month as well. I can only assume that this is another American Greetings ploy, but I think friendship is a good thing, so cheers to February and friendship. Writing about friendship makes me wonder about my "friendship skills" - those characteristics that make me a good friend, or the lack of those skills that make me a poor friend to have. For those of you who read my survey below, I've recently stated that I doubt that I'm a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite randomly, I'm reminded of a quote from Batman Begins (great movie, by the way, much better than the other Batman movies). "It's not who you are inside, but what you do that defines you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think that would apply very well to this whole friendship discussion. I feel that way because it really doesn't matter how much I enjoy another person's company or how great I feel about someone, my actions are really what defines the friendship. I realize that I have tons of "friends" to whom I probably don't show friendship - at least not as well as I could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While recognizing these things, I don't really know what else to say or do about it. So, I'll keep you posted throughout the remaining days of February on my insights on friendship - however un-valuable they may be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-114053479454723699?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/114053479454723699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=114053479454723699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/114053479454723699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/114053479454723699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2006/02/according-to-americangreetings.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-114044958429787043</id><published>2006-02-20T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T10:34:07.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would like to give a shout-out to JT for introducing me to StatCounter.com. The following things are most intriguing to me about my blog stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have more visitors than I thought I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/1600/circle_graph_s.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/320/circle_graph_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have had two visitors from Spain (woohoo for Spain!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. And best of all, 61.5% of my visitors stay at my blog for less than 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you all for visiting my blog. If you're reading this right now, you've probably stayed more than 5 seconds, so you better hurry up and check out another site...might I suggest one of my links to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Kim has asked me to tweak my tone a bit as I write. I'm not exactly sure what she's talking about, but I will take this opportunity to apologize to Saddam Hussein for my lack of respect for his hunger strike (see below). Sorry man, best of luck at your trial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-114044958429787043?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/114044958429787043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=114044958429787043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/114044958429787043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/114044958429787043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-would-like-to-give-shout-out-to-jt.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-114029821273621193</id><published>2006-02-18T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T10:58:19.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Below are my responses to one of those e-mail surveys that comes around to my inbox every few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1a. What time is it: Saturday, February 18, 2006 at 3:59:27 PM&lt;br /&gt;1b. Where do you live? Chapel Hill, NC&lt;br /&gt;1c. Own or rent? Rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name as it appears on birth certificate: nosnhoJ eeL leoJ (the other way around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nicknames:  Jiggy, Out-of-Control Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Piercings: One that's closed up (seriously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Most recent movie you've seen in the theater: Eight Below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Eye color: Blue or Green, changes with my mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Place of birth: It's a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite foods: Sushi, Mexican, Chinese, Italian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever been to Africa? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever been toilet papering? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ever love someone so much it makes you cry? Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever been in a car accident:? Only a couple minor ones; according to the insurance company, one of them was 10% my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Croutons or bacon bits:? Croutons - a salad isn't a salad without croutons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite day of the week:? Thursday because Friday is too close to the end of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite restaurant: Seki-Sui (Little Rock, AR), Mi Ranchito (Searcy, AR), Maggianos (Durham, NC), Kim Moon's (Indiana, PA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who do you wish to hear back from with their answers? Everyone, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite sport to watch: Pro Football, College Basketball, Golf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite drink: Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite dessert: Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Disney or Warner Brothers: Disney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite Fast Food: Sheetz and Taco Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What color is your bedroom carpet: I haven't seen the carpet in 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How many times did you fail your driver's test: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Before this one, from whom did you get your last email: Kim. It's always Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Sheetz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What do you do most often when you are bored: Watch movies or Seinfeld on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Bedtime: When Kim goes to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who will respond to this e-mail the quickest? No one will be "quick"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who is the person you sent this to that is least likely to&lt;br /&gt;respond? I don't know to whom I'm sending it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who are you most curious about their responses to this? See answer to #29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite TV shows? Boston Legal - though I have issues with the way they make it seem like trials begin and end on the same day. Not to mention how many things they say in court to which there are no objections from the opposing counsel. But James Spader is awesome, so I enjoy the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Last person(s) you went to dinner with: Emily, Vadim, Lauren, Kati, Kim, Tim, Jason, and Korah (all together).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Ford or Chevy: Honda, Toyota, Lexus, or BMW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What are you listening to right now? The silence of the second floor of the law library. It gets scary down here. And when I say second floor, I mean about 50 yards higher than the top ring of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What is your favorite color: Navy Blue (Kim copied me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Lake, Ocean or river? The Ocean. It's powerful. But also scares the pee out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How many tattoos do you have? A temporary Sponge Bob on my cheek (the other cheek...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. If you could have any job in the world, what would it be? Punter for the Pittsburgh Steelers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What job would you not like? Most jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Are you a good friend to have? Doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you have children? Heck no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What are/will be their names? Maximus, Marti Jayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Are you happy with where you are in life? For the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you feel like you should still be in 7th grade even though you're really an "adult"? Of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-114029821273621193?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/114029821273621193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=114029821273621193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/114029821273621193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/114029821273621193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2006/02/below-are-my-responses-to-one-of-those.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-114023136392271744</id><published>2006-02-17T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T21:56:03.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A haiku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello there white snow&lt;br /&gt;please stay a little while&lt;br /&gt;hang out on my lawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-114023136392271744?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/114023136392271744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=114023136392271744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/114023136392271744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/114023136392271744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2006/02/haiku-hello-there-white-snow-please.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-113994582409928749</id><published>2006-02-14T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T14:37:05.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/1600/t1.pakprotst.tu.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/320/t1.pakprotst.tu.04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a picture of some Pakistanis burning an effigy of George W. Bush as found on CNN.com. My first reaction to this picture was to look up 'effigy' on dictionary.com, finding the following: (1) A crude figure or dummy representing a hated person or group; (2) A likeness or image, especially of a person. This more or less confirmed the definition of effigy that I already had in mind, and so I have some comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, this must qualify as a crude figure or dummy. Yet I take issue with that because the only crudeness about the dummy is that it looks nothing like Bush. If you're going to go through the trouble of making a dummy with two legs, two arms, a head, clothes, and a drawn face, why not try to make it look at least a little bit like the person intended? Seriously. If you want to burn something that looks like Bush, get a picture of the guy and burn that - don't waste a perfectfully good red shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, last time I looked, Bush's face didn't look like a leopard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, maybe you should step away from the burning dummy instead of trying to hold it up while it's on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else that crossed my mind is that if they're really trying to be symbolic, why not burn an actual bush. I had only just thought of this when I realized that my not fly so well if they have any belief in the Old Testamant at all. I'm not up on my Islam, but I think they may be down with the OT. If so, a burning bush might be a bit sacrilegious...but surely not as bad as a cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I don't really understand the whole Muslim culture, I'm not going to be totally insensitive to their feelings about the prophet Mohammed being depicted as a terrorist. I would have a problem with Jesus being depicted as something that he was not, especially something like a terrorist. However, most Christians I know wouldn't do what's being done in response to a cartoon published in some newspaper. Besides, if they're ticked because he was depicted as a terrorist, they're doing a real good job of shaking off that persona by burning things down and killing people. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/1600/story.saddam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/320/story.saddam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the Middle East, nothing says "screw you" like not eating, huh? Apparently Saddam Hussein and his cronies are on a hunger strike. I've never understood this. Do they think that this is really hurting anything? Is there anybody desperate for Saddam to eat lunch? Really? If I were the judge sitting over the Hussein trial, this is what I would say: "Whoop-dee-freaking-do, Saddam...you'll get hungry soon, trust me. If not, I guess you'll die."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-113994582409928749?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/113994582409928749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=113994582409928749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113994582409928749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113994582409928749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-this-is-picture-of-some-pakistanis.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-113993571178510179</id><published>2006-02-14T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T11:48:31.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only I had had a blog when I was a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/320/blogschool.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-113993571178510179?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/113993571178510179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=113993571178510179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113993571178510179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113993571178510179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-only-i-had-had-blog-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-113993001158528928</id><published>2006-02-14T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T10:13:31.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/1600/Seinfeld-Kramer-8613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/320/Seinfeld-Kramer-8613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate coming so close, but not quite making it. That applies generally to just about everything and it especially applies to what happened to me this morning. So, Kim has been trying to win tickets to go see Seinfeld's stand-up in Raleigh. Apparently 94.7 QDR has been doing a trivia contest to qualify to win 4 tickets to go see him. Kim hasn't had much luck getting through the past few days (they have a new question everyday at 7:20 am) so she told me to listen this morning and to call in as soon as they started talking about Seinfeld. So, as soon as they started talking about the question, I called - this was before hearing the trivia question which happened to pertain to last night's episode of Seinfeld on Fox. Of course I didn't watch it, but I watch Seinfeld all the time on DVD and so I assumed I would know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I didn't know the answer. The question was: "On last night's episode with the Pez dispenser, what club did Kramer join?" I had no idea. However, I was already calling in and the phone was ringing, so I stayed on the phone just in case the answer hit me suddenly. After the phone rang about 20-30 times, it clicked over to the actual radio station so that I was hearing the radio through the phone. This was a good sign that something was about to happen, but I still didn't know the answer. As soon as the phone clicked over to the station I frantically began going through my Seinfeld DVDs looking for the episode summary to see if it said anything about the club Kramer joined. No luck, I found the episode summary but it didn't say anything about the club. So, I put in the DVD...and right as the DVD was loading to the menu screen, they answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"94.7 QDR! Do you know what club Kramer joined?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm...no, actually I have no idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, why did you call in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got nothin'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[laugh] "Thanks for calling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-113993001158528928?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/113993001158528928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=113993001158528928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113993001158528928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113993001158528928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-hate-coming-so-close-but-not-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-113978391572410477</id><published>2006-02-12T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T17:38:35.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/1600/Youth%20Group%20Ski%20Trip%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/320/Youth%20Group%20Ski%20Trip%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's possible that 3 people are reading this, I've decided I should become a more regular poster. That's easier said than done, but I'll give it a shot. The problem at this point is: I have absolutely nothing to blog about. Not that there aren't options - it looks like Dick Cheney just shot someone, the Winter Olympics are well underway, the entire muslim world is ticked about a cartoon, people keep burning churches down, and there's a huge blizzard in the northeast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, we went skiing this weekend with the youth group. It was fun times had by almost all except for the Rwandan kids who had never seen snow before and don't speak English. The language barrier definitely affected the attempted teaching by the ski instructors, Kim and I, and everyone else in the group that was trying to help them have a good time. However, it was a great time, and for JT's amusement I'm posting these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/1600/Youth%20Group%20Ski%20Trip%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/320/Youth%20Group%20Ski%20Trip%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/320/Youth%20Group%20Ski%20Trip%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I best get back to studying the law. It may come in handy some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-113978391572410477?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/113978391572410477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=113978391572410477' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113978391572410477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113978391572410477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2006/02/since-its-possible-that-3-people-are.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-113941976041908490</id><published>2006-02-08T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T12:29:20.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/1600/steelers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/320/steelers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNC lost last night, I'm disappointed because beating Duke is always fun, but at the same time, I really don't care because, in case you haven't heard, THE STEELERS WON THE SUPER BOWL! It wasn't a pretty game to watch and neither team played well, but who cares, the Steelers won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, short post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-113941976041908490?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/113941976041908490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=113941976041908490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113941976041908490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113941976041908490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2006/02/unc-lost-last-night-im-disappointed.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-113837345816745985</id><published>2006-01-27T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T09:50:58.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It has come to my attention that there has been an independent discovery of my blog by a good friend of mine who goes by the name Casey Neese. This officially means that there are at least 2 people who know my blog exists and who read/skim/look at it at least occasionally. I’d like to point out that this is a 100% increase in readership through no effort of my own. Perhaps after another three months or so, the readership will have doubled to 4. We’ll just have to wait and see. By the way, Casey, if you’re reading this, sorry I haven’t called you back yet. I’ll try to call you this weekend while Kim and I are in Charleston, South Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;****&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/1600/060122_AFC_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/166/1857/320/060122_AFC_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ten years ago, there was this football game called Super Bowl XXX. Or maybe I should write Super Bowl Thirty, in case you’re imagining some other type of football game that also involved lots of butt slaps, tight ends, and “touchdowns.” I was in ninth grade at the time, that cold winter of 1995/1996. That was the last time the Steelers went to the Super Bowl. I’d like to forget about the last ten years; those years when the Steelers went to the AFC title game 4 times and choked. I’d like to forget the Kordell Stewart years. I’d like to forget a 15-1 season, then losing to the Patriots in the title game. And so finally, I can, because the Steelers are going to the freakin’ Super Bowl! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Go Steelers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-113837345816745985?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/113837345816745985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=113837345816745985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113837345816745985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113837345816745985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-has-come-to-my-attention-that-there.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-113814004759830338</id><published>2006-01-24T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T17:00:47.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you'd like to waste 3 minutes and 16 seconds of your life, go to AOL Music and listen to Kevin Federline Spears' new song entitled PopoZao. You'll hate yourself for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-113814004759830338?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/113814004759830338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=113814004759830338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113814004759830338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113814004759830338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-youd-like-to-waste-3-minutes-and-16.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-113425554332666831</id><published>2005-12-10T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T17:59:03.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate Texas. I hope they get destroyed in the Rose Bowl, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-113425554332666831?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/113425554332666831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=113425554332666831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113425554332666831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113425554332666831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-hate-texas.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-113414518876409901</id><published>2005-12-09T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:19:48.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The following people are tagged: anyone actually reading this. See below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-113414518876409901?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/113414518876409901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=113414518876409901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113414518876409901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113414518876409901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2005/12/following-people-are-tagged-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-113414494646633481</id><published>2005-12-09T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:15:46.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ummm...I've been tagged. See below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT tagged me. I know nobody reads this, but I'll do it anyway. I'm fun like that. And I'll respond in the hopes that Jen will add my blog to her links. That would make me feel special. She didn't follow the rules either because I definitely never got a comment in my blog about being tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ground Rules: The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 weird habits of yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a blog entry about their 5 weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "You are tagged" in their blog and tell them to read yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird Habit #1: Posting on a blog that no one knows of or reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird Habit #2: Watching the original Shrek...all the time. I don't so much watch it, I just put it on in the background of whatever I'm doing. I have it memorized in English and most of it in Spanish. "Preguuuuuunta me, preguuuuuunta me!" Oh, Donkey gets me every time. "Eres un monstro [spit]!" Although, the Dulok song and the Merry men song leave a little bit to be desired in Spanish. They just couldn't get the sexual innuendos quite right en espanol. Kim hates it when I watch it in English, she utterly loathes it when I watch it in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird Habit #3: Setting my alarm clock for at least 13 minutes before I actually have to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird Habit #4: Jumping up and down and spinning in circles to set off the sensor light by our back door even though it's completely unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird Habit #5: Kim and I blast the song "We like to party" by the Vengaboys and dance along in ridiculous fashion every time we set off on a road trip, vacation, or weekend getaway. Picture the scary, costumed old guy that dances in the Six Flags commercials (same song, though I had the CD way before the commercial came out).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-113414494646633481?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/113414494646633481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=113414494646633481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113414494646633481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113414494646633481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2005/12/ummm.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-113392975644428182</id><published>2005-12-06T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:29:16.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been a little while since I posted. Why I thought I could keep up posting regularly, I don't know. I take this opportunity because I'm trapped in the law school right now. I guess trapped is a strong word because it's only a 7-mile walk to my house from here, so I'm at least stifled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10:38 PM; I've been here since 9:32 AM. Yesterday, I got here at 8:12 AM, and I went home last night at 11:57 PM. Also yesterday, I answered the 60 multiple choice questions from hell -- my Evidence exam. "60 questions?" you ask. 60 questions, 3 hours. Easy, right? That's 3 minutes per question, and surely you'll be able to answer a question in less than 3 minutes. Well, maybe it did take me less than 3 minutes on some of the questions, but I'm not sure because I didn't have time to look at the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow - Intellectual Property. I've never wanted to take an essay exam more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, backed to me being trapped. I've stopped studying because at this point it's definitely not going to do any good; I've been here 13 hours. I think my new philosophy may be that if you can't learn something in 13 hours, it's not worth learning. 12 hours? No, it's gotta be 13 because there's plenty of things you can't learn in half a day, but 13 hours is just right. Speaking of 13, if you put a zero in the middle, that's 103. 103? Yes, there's a federal Rule of Evidence that begins with that number. It's about rulings on evidence. I'd say more but I expunged my evidence knowledge immediately following the exam yesterday. You think I'm joking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There also happens to be a section 103 in the patent act that's all about nonobviousness. Yes, when I got to law school I had to add that word to dictionary in Microsoft Word -- I can't stand that red squigly line underneath every other word I type these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that weren't enough, there's a 103 in the copyright act as well -- dealing with subject matter of copyrightable material, specifically compilations and derivative works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I will take my professional responsibility exam. There's no 103, but there is a rule 1.3 and 1.13 in the Model Rules of Professional Conduct. 1.3 is about a lawyer's diligence, and 1.13 is something about organization, I think. I'll know by Saturday, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, though, there is no 103 in the Lanham Act, at least not that I have to know anything about. And there's no 103 in Admin either - just the pure sweetness of 551, 553, 554, 556, 557, 701, and 706.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of 706, though, there's this good rule about court-appointed experts in Rule 706 of the Federal Rules of Evidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I'm trapped. Kim dropped me off this morning -- no car, too late to take a bus, the bus doesn't go by my place anyway, and the law school is dead because the 1Ls crashed from taking their Civil Procedure exam today, and I'm pretty sure I'm the only 2L with a final between now and Friday besides the 11 other poor souls that took IP. Kim will be here to pick me up, I just don't know when since she is also trapped -- held at the mercy of a Duke business school professor who went to a movie with his wife and left his three children with Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Duke, I'd like to give a shout out to Texas for knocking off the #1 seed on Saturday. I know it hasn't happened yet, but can anyone else say "overrated" with me. To quote one of my favorite fan posters, "J.J. is Redick-ulous"... and Shelden Williams, come on man, lose the mustache. And by the way, what's up with playing in New Jersey -- everyone jokes that you should be called the University of New Jersey at Durham, but you have to have the "home" advantage? Well, it's not going to work out this Saturday, have fun coming back to Durham bumped from #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with Texas. Go Tarheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, nothing against Duke, I almost went to law school there. It's just that the Duke undergrads are the children of Satan, possessed to cheer for basketball, and hail Coach K as their god. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of basketball. How about that UNC-UK game? Now, I'm from Kentucky. In fact, my family lives in Lexington, KY and has for several years. I grew up as a Wildcats fan and maybe that's why I bite my thumb at Duke. But I guess the sentiment has doubled since becoming a Tarheel fan. So, about that game, I had this problem last year as well. Who to cheer for? The team that I grew up with, or the Tarheels? Doubly difficult because I almost went to law school at UK and got a pretty darn good scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I attended the UNC-UK matchup at the Dean Dome. I was decked out in my Kentucky t-shirt and my Carolina hat. I couldn't just erase my heritage so easily, especially not amongst thousands of screaming Tarheel fans who wanted to see my Cats lose. But wait, my Cats? They're not really my Cats. I had never been to a Wildcats game before seeing them play Carolina, and I was rooting for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, my solution is pretty simple. Cheer for who's winning. That's made me a huge Tarheel fan during the last two times they've played. Until they meet in the playoffs, I'm good with that decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that all of the zero people who are reading this would like me to keep going, but I've finally gotten the call. I must go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-113392975644428182?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/113392975644428182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=113392975644428182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113392975644428182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113392975644428182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2005/12/been-little-while-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-113198017602537943</id><published>2005-11-14T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T09:56:16.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To make up for my night of Satan (seeing Saw II), Kim and I went to see Chicken Little last night. Great flick. I felt like it was a too short, I guess because I was entertained throughout. It was like an animated film on crack -- it didn't slow down at all and I'm sure there were probably about 1000 jokes I didn't catch because I couldn't keep up. Still a great movie and I would highly recommend for all ages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-113198017602537943?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/113198017602537943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=113198017602537943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113198017602537943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113198017602537943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-make-up-for-my-night-of-satan.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-113183083059046302</id><published>2005-11-12T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T16:27:10.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should add that I haven't seen the original Saw. It's probably obvious that this wasn't one of those movies where you have to see the first one to know what's going on. Anyway, I wouldn't have gone to see the movie in the first place had it not been for a group of guys that invited me out since my wife was out of town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-113183083059046302?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/113183083059046302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=113183083059046302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113183083059046302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113183083059046302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-should-add-that-i-havent-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-113183063570965707</id><published>2005-11-12T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T16:23:57.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I went to see Saw II last night. Whoever is out there, please don't ever see this movie. I've wasted $6.50 already (student discount) and I would like to make sure that no one else makes the same mistake. Of course if you're into watching people die gruesome deaths and kill each other, then this movie is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, do you know who this movie isn't for? KIDS. There were probably about 25 people in the theater last night and there were at least 7 or 8 kids. And I don't mean teenagers. I mean 8 and 9 years olds with their parents. And we wonder why kids are screwed up? I could use a good few months of therapy just to get those images out of my mind...those kids are either going to have nightmares for months or they're going to grow up to be the next big school shooter (or both).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim is out of town so when I got home last night I wanted to watch The Little Mermaid just to make myself better. If I owned it on DVD I probably would have, but instead I fell asleep to the Fellowship of the Ring. That Samwise Gamgee can put me right to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-113183063570965707?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/113183063570965707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=113183063570965707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113183063570965707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113183063570965707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-i-went-to-see-saw-ii-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-113173049351893257</id><published>2005-11-11T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T12:34:53.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, Admin wasn't so notable today. I've definitely had better. However, there were a few worthwhile moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the professor claimed today that Solomon was wrong when he said there was nothing new under the sun. Who knew that the reasoning in Mathews v. Eldridge was "something new under the sun" -- Solomon must not have foreseen the third prong ("accuracy") to the not-so-new private/government interest balancing test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, towards the end of class, the professor asked a string of questions related to the Ingraham case. They are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How many of you were spanked in K-12?&lt;br /&gt;2. How many of you are married?&lt;br /&gt;3. How many of you have kids?&lt;br /&gt;4. How many of you spank your own kids?&lt;br /&gt;5. How many of you have spanked a child that wasn't your own?&lt;br /&gt;6. How many of you have ever wanted to spank any child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, people raised their hands to the questions that applied to them. I raised my hand twice, once because I was spanked when I went to K and 1st in Henderson, TN, and another time because I am married. The breakdown of the responses was something like this (out of approximately 100 people in the class):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 5 (from what I could see, I'm in the middle of the room with lots of people behind me)&lt;br /&gt;2. 25&lt;br /&gt;3. 20&lt;br /&gt;4. 4&lt;br /&gt;5. 10&lt;br /&gt;6. 75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things worth mentioning:&lt;br /&gt;-  the correlation between marriage and having kids was practically non-existent, i.e. those who had kids were not married (yay for marriage!)&lt;br /&gt;- hardly anybody else got spanked in school and that irks me (oh well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of this questioning was afterwards when the professor asked us why in the world we would so easily raise our hands to answer such personal questions. He made the joke about people saying they had kids and weren't married, he made the joke about parents beating their children, and then made the joke about why we would raise our hands to a question admitting that we want to hit children when he will be attesting to our character before we sit for the bar. (I didn't raise my hand, remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have a lot to say about spanking other than I can actually answer that question honestly (the one to which 75 people raised their hands). I really don't think I've ever wanted to spank a child. I've definitely been angry with annoying kids, but I really have never wanted to hit as if I think that is some solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to speak against spanking altogether, though. I got whooped enough to know that it was probably good for me. Will I spank my future kids? No idea. Did spanking suck when I was a kid? Yeah, pretty much. Do I feel anger towards those who spanked me? Only the teachers. Which leads to my preliminary conclusion: any teacher that touches my kids is going to get what's coming to them (I don't know what that is yet, but by the time I have kids lawsuits should be my speciality -- note: sue under tort, not due process, &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; Ingraham) (yay for lawyers!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, this has nothing to do with Admin Law, but my brother sent me a link showing how to make "the best paper airplane ever."  &lt;a class="moz-txt-link-freetext" href="http://www.zurqui.holowww.com/crinfocus/paper/airplane.html"&gt;http://www.zurqui.holowww.com/crinfocus/paper/airplane.html&lt;/a&gt; Tried it out -- not so much the best ever. Let me know if you have better luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18871398-113173049351893257?l=joeljesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/feeds/113173049351893257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18871398&amp;postID=113173049351893257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113173049351893257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18871398/posts/default/113173049351893257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joeljesq.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-admin-wasnt-so-notable-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jj</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18871398.post-113172484290853409</id><published>2005-11-11T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T11:00:42.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I've lost my blog virginity. It just so happens that I happened to lose it right before my Administrative Law class which meets on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays from 10:55-11:50. This class is by far the most entertaining class I have had in law school...who knew it would be Administrative Law. So, for anyone who happens to be reading this (and I'm not sure why you would), Admin might become a popular topic of blogversation. 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