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Thursday, December 30

Let's catch up, shall we? 

Sorry for the lack of blogging. Have been busy doing nothing.

At the end of finals I was ready for a break, but it’s been a couple of weeks and the batteries are recharged. I’m going to hate retirement if it’s like this. No work and no school is making for a bored and unproductive Coob. I guess I haven’t been totally unproductive. Mrs. Coob and I saw Meet the Fockers. It was funnier than thought it would be and we were surprised by Babs’ performance. She was really good. I’ve also read a few books:
- A Salty Piece of Land by Jimmy Buffett: I liked it. Picked up where one of his short stories from Margaritaville left off. It was nice to not read “legal stuff” and this was the perfect fluff . I really liked this book, except for the various phrases from song lyrics and titles he would throw in. It’s gotten old. I thought it was witty and cool when he did it in A Pirate Looks at Fifty, but this time it got under my skin. I don’t know why either. But if that’s all I can find wrong with it, then it’s really not all that bad, because, c’mon, that’s a petty thing for me to not like.
- Flyboys by James Bradley: Bradley’s the son of one of the marines who helped raise the flag on Iwo Jima in WWII. You know the picture. He wrote a book about those men a few years back and this is his second book. This one’s about pilots in the Pacific theater during WWII. Specifically it’s about 9 pilots who were shot down at Chichi Jima, an island about 150 miles north of Iwo Jima. Until recently (like when this book was published) the American public and world didn’t know what happened to 8 of those pilots. The 9th pilot? After he was shot down, he was bobbing on a raft in the cold Pacific while two small boats of Japanese soldiers hauled ass to capture him. Luckily there was an American submarine in the area and rescued the downed pilot just before the Japanese boats reached him. Anyhow, the pilots who weren’t as fortunate and were held prisoner on the island never made it home. Torture. Execution. Cannibalism. That 9th pilot who was saved? George H.W. Bush, 41st President of the United States and father of the current president.
- The Facts of Life and Other Dirty Jokes by Willie Nelson: Part diary, part song lyrics and part jokes. I don’t know why, but for some reason I thought it’d be more autobiographical. There are several stories, but I was expecting more. Anyhow, it was a very quick read. If you have an hour to kill, watch the History Channel. Or you can read this.

And I’m currently reading Ghost Wars, which was recommended by a friend. This one’s about the secret history of the CIA and its involvement in Afghanistan (in the 80s) and that Bin Laden fellow. Just started it, really, but if y’all are interested I’ll let y’all know it is.


Here are some quick summaries and random thoughts of the past week:
- White Christmas in Houston. Are you kidding me? Did I really experience it? Mrs. Coob and I had a three day spree of driving ‘round Tejas. Austin to southern Brazoria County to Clear Lake to Sugarland, back to Austin…to San Antonio and back. It was great to see our families though.
- Grades aren’t posted yet.
- I’m tired of hearing about the “traditionalists” whine about the Rose Bowl and how this year isn’t a Pac 10- Big 10 game. [Ed. Note- unoriginal thoughts coming…everything you’re about to read has already been written/said]. Counting this year’s Rose Bowl, only 1 of the past 4 has had the traditional Pac 10- Big 10 match-up. That was last year when USC was snubbed by the BCS system and played Michigan. USC should have played LSU in the Sugar Bowl last year, OU had no business playing that game, because they didn’t even win their own conference.
- Why did I allow that dickhead to take the parking spot I had been waiting for (with signal light blinking no less) last night? Grrr…

- Time for a change of the blog...new color(s), layout, etc. Any suggestions?

Guess that's enough for now.


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Wednesday, December 22

Can't live up north 

Nope, can't live up north. Too friggin' cold.

Mrs. Coob and I returned from our trip to Chicago Monday afternoon. We had a great time seeing our friends and seeing the city. It was our first trip to Chicago and will be our last trip during the winter months. We'll go back in late Spring or Summer. Anyhow, we had a really great time. Lots of eating. Lots of drinking. And lots of walking.

Received this for my birthday and have already finished it. Not bad. It was a nice break from legal reading. A friend's recommended I read this, so I'll probably pick it up this afternoon. I don't want to look at anything law related until after the new year, at which time I'll probably start working on a Write On paper for a journal.

And for those of you wondering, grades have not been posted yet.



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Friday, December 17

Great American Smokeout 

Earlier this morning I was out delivering the neighborhood association's quarterly newsletter to my assigned homes. And as I was walking up to the door of this one house, I would swear to Tom Landry that Ricky Williams, Cheech & Chong, Willie Nelson, Cyprus Hill, and Woody Harrelson were all in this house paying tribute to Bob Marley. I guess it's five o'clock somewhere.


On a side note, Mrs. Coob and I are headed up to the Windy City in a few hours. We'll be up there for the weekend visiting friends. If you hear or see something in the news about an inebriated law student (1L, on holiday break) breaking into Wrigley to run around the bases...well, let's just say it's a successful, memorable trip.

Anyhow, see y'all Monday afternoon.

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Wednesday, December 15

Stay on target...stay on target 

Last final of the semester....coming down the home stretch...I see the finish line...and I see Blue, he looks glorious!!

Also, turns out 30 ain't that bad.

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Tuesday, December 14

Running on Empty 

And now I must confess,
I could use some rest.
I can't run at this pace very long.
Yes, it's quite insane,
I think it hurts my brain.
But it cleans me out and then I can go on.
~J.B.


Those lyrics seem appropriate right about now.

Property final was yesterday afternoon. Two essays and 25 MC/TF questions. This was the first year for this prof to use MC/TF questions for this subject, so unlike the essay questions we had zero past exams to reference and help prepare us. Probably was just as well. I think the paranoia forced us to over prepare so that when we finally were faced with the questions, they weren't nearly as bad as we had imagined. I hesitate to say 'cake', but... Prof Property hosted the class at her house last night. That was fun- good food and cold beer. Too bad we were all exhausted.

Anyhow, for those of you keeping score, that's 3 law school exams in just under a week. This old dog's tired. I need downtime.

But first I have one last exam- Legal Research & Writing. This one's take home...48 hours...4 pages max, doubled spaced. I just picked it up, so it's due shortly before 9 am Thursday. The goal is to finish it today, review and edit manana morning, and hopefully have it turned in by noon manana. I just can't see spending a whole two days working on a four page paper for a one hour credit class. Not gonna happen. Especially when I'm so drained that I'm at the point where I don't really give a jack. But, I'll summon the effort and try to knock it out as soon as possible.

Afterall, come tomorrow there's some celebrating to do...someone's hitting the big Three Oh.

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Sunday, December 12

Baby grows up 

Nobody puts Baby in the corner.

Wait, wrong Baby.

Looks like Baby Spice is all grows up. Baby and Posh were my favorites.


Back to studying- Property final tomorrow: Blackacre...adverse possession...easements...landlord-tenant relations...Posner, Hardin, Demsetz, Shiffrin, Calabresi and Melamed= JOY!!!!



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Friday, December 10

C'mon! Bring it!! 

Con Law final begins in about 3.5 hours. Four hours, two questions. I can't help but think that Raich will be one of them, but I'm probably wrong...just like all those times I got called on in class.

Since I'll be taking the afternoon off from studying, I think I'll use this block of time and take advantage of the great weather we're having to 'take care' of the Exterior Illumination on the Case de Coob. Ain't nothing like 1.21 Gigawatts of chasing and flashing little bulbs of light.

Anyhow, time for one last pass through the outline/notes/Constitution/hornbook/Playboy August '88 issue.

It's Go Time!


UPDATE: Nope, no Raich on the exam.

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Wednesday, December 8

For Immediate Release 

COOB DECLINES NOTRE DAME COACHING POSITION
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Austin, Tx- Blogger and law student Coob officially announced today that he is not interested in the Notre Dame Head Coaching position, adding his name to a long (but distinguished) list of those who have turned the job down this year.


-30-



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Tuesday, December 7

one down...three to go 

First law school final is over.

My brain hurts from dry-heaving.

This class, K, was at the low end of the totem pole this semester. For lots of reasons. Maybe during the break I'll tell ya why, but those of you (ok, just me) who read this and also had the same prof, you know what I mean.

Anyhow, at one point during the semester I honestly feared I'd have to take K again. After turning in my test/answer (thassright, one question) this afternoon, I feel confident in saying I won't be re-taking that class. Then again, who knows? I prolly screwed the pooch on that one. Royally.

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Monday, December 6

Mailbox Rule 

I think I first heard of this rule during that one scene in Dazed and Confused, but isn't the Mailbox Rule really something like "tamperin' with a mailbox is a federal o-fense"?

Anyhoo, first final (Contracts) is manana.

I reckon I best git back to studyin'.

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Thursday, December 2

quick update 

And so I try and update the blog yesterday and what happens? I can’t…something’s wrong on Blogger’s end. Oh well, can’t bitch about free service.


Wow, I can’t believe it’s been a week since I last posted…seems like it was just yesterday.

Well, Turkey Day came and went. It was great. Mrs. Coob, Sista Coob, and I saw The Incredibles that night. Great movie. Liked it a whole bunch. The next day the in-laws came into town for the weekend. Needless to say I didn’t get nearly as much “studying/outlining” done as I had hoped, but I’m in good shape. Property is finished. Con Law will be finished tonight. And Contracts is done.

Mrs. Coob has put up a Christmas tree and decorated the inside of the house. The Casa de Coob has that Christmas cheer and mood now. All that’s needed now is for me to handle the exterior illumination. I’ll get right on that…right after finals.

Get this: yesterday morning…while getting ready for school, I felt something funny in my boot, like a pebble or piece of string or something. So I take it off and shake it to see what falls out. And what lands on my leg but an eight foot tarantula. Seriously. Ok, it wasn’t really eight feet. Ok, it wasn’t a tarantula either. But it was a spider. Spiders to me are like snakes to Indiana Jones. When I saw it I screamed like a girl, waking up Mrs. Coob in the process, and slug my fist into my thigh so hard and fast I crushed the damned arachnid into the fiber of my jeans. Now I have a black, spudgy spot of spider on my jeans. 'Twas a great way to start the day.

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