Wise In The Ways of Science

"Who is this young lad who is so wise in the ways of science?" 

It is Pablo.  Pablo of the Central Valley.  A young lad of 11 years, who's ancestry is so mixed he makes a mutt look like a thoroughbred.  The mixture is through no fault of his mother's unassailable Celtic DNA, but instead the byproduct of his mother's love and lust for an Italian/Portuguese/German/Russian Roman Catholic Swede that she bagged on a beach in Greece.

Pablo just spent the entire last week away at 6th Grade Science Camp in the Sierra Mountains.  It was the first time he has ever been to camp.  He was excited to go away to camp, but extremely anxious to come home.  Prior to camp, Pablo contemplated a future career in science, now he says he just wants to live with his mommy forever.

Pablo has no daring adventures to tell, except that he swung into an ice cold river on a rope swing, lost a baby tooth, and became severely constipated as a result of his aversion to porta-pottys.  However, he did go hoarse from yelling loudly during Wednesday Skit Night and as a direct consequence of this hoarseness and oncoming puberty, his voice changed into what all the girls described as "Justin Bieber like."  The girls swarmed him and continually wanted him to "say something" in his now "sexy" Justin Bieber voice.  Which Pablo says he enjoyed.

Pablo swears that for now on he will only experience science in the comfort of a temperature-controled classroom setting, with sanitary restrooms near by.

Pablo is a wise lad.

Back From the Abyss

Yes!  I am back!

Back from the abyss of nonexistence.  Back from the hinterlands of academic Siberia.  Back from ether world of geeks and dorks, where reading the Supreme Court Opinion regarding the Westboro Baptist Church protesting military funerals (see Snyder v. Phelps et al) is an exciting literary adventure in First Amendment U.S. Constitutional Law.  For those legal dorks who truly want to sink their teeth into the meat of the Snyder case, they even actually read Alito dissenting opinion. 

So for those out of the know, yes, I just got done taking the California State Bar.  Every state has it's own requirements to practice law, so just because your licensed to practice in one state doesn't mean your licensed to practice in another.  And California's test is mother fuckin bitch from the pit of hell.  I spent the last two months studying for this fuckin test and I truly believe that as a result of sending my neurons into overdrive for long periods of time this use has caused me to lose brain cells that I actually need to function.  For example, I now walk into room and within 10 seconds I've forgotten what the hell I went into that room for.  But I still can tell you the statutory requirements for a valid will in California.  Thank you, California State Bar. 

I won't know if I passed until May.  If I passed then 'hooray' for me.  If I didn't, I don't want to hear one goddamned word about it because that means I'll be studying for the July test...again...and I'm not going to be in a good mood.  So until May, I'm here to stay...enlightening, pontificating and reveling in the fact that I'm not studying for that fucking test again.