A Frightful Halloween

Today is Halloween so allow me to formally say HAPPY HALLOWEEN PEOPLE (or no one, or maybe just Maddy, I think she reads my blog sometimes).

See that picture right there? Notice the red tint of the leaves on that tree. People, this is proof that California does in fact have seasons, including my favorite one fall. It's true I didn't have enough leaves in my yard to fill up my pumpkin trash bags and today was a pleasant 70 degrees, but picture = fact.


On to a more disturbing topic, the transition of the foliage in my world into the beautiful warm colors of fall is glaring reminder that each day I am falling closer towards graduation. There are a number of reasons why this would and should terrify me (i.e. the prospect of never finding a job, not passing the bar, having no more free money from the government, having to pay back "free" money, bankruptcy, ninja attacks in the night, etc ). However, oddly enough, the reason that terrifies me the most about that fateful day in May is that I may never have unadulterated access to Westlaw and Lexis for the rest of my life ::shudder:: (non-law readers, imagine one day having to pay for every Google search).

Now that's spooky.

When Life Gives You Puppies, Abandon All Responsibilities and Play With It

Kona Dawsonthal

Is estrogen coursing through your veins yet? This little guy is Kona. He is just a bundle of joy but for the fact that he (a) is not potty trained and (b) has liquid feces.

Crazy Like the Glue

Team "Jah-Coozy": Aaron and Lara

Yesterday we hosted the second biannual Beer Olympics. Eight teams competed in the following events:
 
Beer Pong
Turtle Challenge
Flip Cup
The Civil War
Boat Race
Obstacle Course

Team "Shut the Fuck Up": Barnett and Kayleigh

Team "Dirty Diaz": Klacy Lacy

Team "Lincoln Park Rapists" v. Team "Dirty Diaz"

After flip cup, the events deteriorated into an all out dance party punctuated by keg stands.

Barbie, Malia, and Hank

But back to crazy,  this is probably the craziest thing out of South Africa right now:

Die Antwoord - Zef Side

Halloween Cupcakes Ruin Friendships

The other night, whilst watching The Adams Family, Kara and I decided to bake Halloween cupcakes. Kara is a baker, not a dish washer. Sadly, baked goods don't live long in my house. Why do you ask? I live with four boys (once 24 muffins were consumed in less than 24 hours). The next morning, in a fit of MLB enduced emotional eating (see: "fuck the giants" cupcake), the last of the cupcakes were devoured. Kara was not pleased. RIP cupcakes :(

Artist: H.S. III  Title: Bloody Explosive Diahrrea

Red Headed Slut

This is Nikki. She is 11 and eccentric. She will threaten to tear out the throats of puppies, blondes, those who speak to her in a baby voice,  and children. Thankfully, her 11 year habit of chewing rocks has rendered her relatively benign. Please don’t confuse her fat breathing (her analog to purring) for growling. Men, watch your balls. If she wants to be pet, she will shove her nose with extraordinary fervor into your genital region. She is the love of my life.

In the Middle of our Street

This is a picture of my house that I snapped today. I just realized it’s not quite straight but I think it adds character. (i.e. I just spent 15 minutes trying to delete this picture and failed). My house is sweet because it’s home to 6 humans, 2 dogs, 2 turtles, and some mice. The mice have been living here for a while, but we just moved in this August.