Weather

I don't mind the bad weather.  Maybe it's because it doesn't really inconvenience anything I do.  That's sort of sad when I think about it.  My life is pretty weather-independent.  I don't have a car to park or an icy street I necessarily need to walk on.  I mean, I bought the big milk the other day instead of the small one, so I wouldn't have to go back out and get more milk if the weather was too awful, but other than that, not really affected by all the snow and ice.

I really don't have anything to say today.  I was thinking about writing a post about Anna Nicole Smith's baby, and how it's sort of baffling that since they know when the baby was born, they know pretty much when it was conceived, and yet still there's like seven hundred guys claiming responsibility.  So how many people a day was Anna Nicole Smith sleeping with?  But I can't stand all these newspaper articles about her, and so if I'm going to complain about media coverage, it's hypocritical for me to blog about her.  Not that me blogging about something makes any difference at all to anyone.  Just hypocritical in a personal way.  So, yeah, by writing about Anna Nicole Smith and how I'm tired of people talking about her, I'm just hurting my own cause.

A reader sent me a link to a blog that talks about how much liability The Office would incur if it was a real office, getting sued for stuff like sexual harassment.  It's a funny idea, executed sort of competently, but the idea is better than the execution.  Smart idea.  The author wins points for the idea.  But after a couple of entries I was kind of bored.

Here's a link to a bizarre story about a lawyer who fell from a stairwell at the Tate Modern museum in London. Two people e-mailed the story to me.  The better link is here though, in the Telegraph.  This story says that someone saw him take a BlackBerry call right before he died.  So apparently the firm was calling him, he stepped into the stairwell to take the call, and he fell off the side of the stairwell.  Crazy.  The implication in both articles is that maybe he was stressed and killed himself, but they don't seem to have any evidence it was anything more than an accident.  Bizarre though.

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I think Anna Nicole's Supreme Court case, Marshall v. Marshall, could end up being the new Jarndyce v. Jarndyce, because she's dead and so is the other party (he died shortly after the SCOTUS decision against him), so there's only their estates and descendants to carry on the litigation. That her lawyer still is eligible to practice after avowedly sleeping with his client amazes me.

I love the Tate Modern, especially the wonderful Anonymous who donated the toilet paper in the restrooms.