November 2005 - Posts

Cat

Okay, so I have this really evil cat. His name is Mr. Kitty. 6 years ago, I asked Zule nicely for a kitten for a mother's day present. We searched high and low. Its very difficult to find a free cat in San Diego. And, if you get one from the humane society, they're all up your ass about getting them declawed, which Zule insisted upon. So, we got Mister Kitty from the receptionist at the law firm I worked at. Originally, his name was Sally, because Zule insisted, at five weeks old, that the cat was a shorthaired female. Well, no, he's not. Then, his name was changed to Apollo Junior, but everyone calls him "Mister Kitty". The animal would test the patience of the saints. He is bulimic. He pees everywhere. And, he will eat anything and then puke. Once, I caught him with his head inside a salsa jar, and another time, he jumped into the open, hot oven to try to get to a steak. The cat weighs 17 pounds. Hes a biggun. The only thing he's ever refused to eat is a raw potato.

He now has severe middle child syndrome. Until the baby was born, the cat was the baby of the family. Zule used to carry him on his shoulder like a parrot and play machine gun kitty with the cat (by grabbing his front legs in one hand, the back legs in the other and pretending the cat was a machine gun). The cat slept on my pillow. Now, with law school and a toddler, the cat does not get as much attention, except from Dbot, who is his worst enemy (dressing him up like a baby) and best friend.

Any way, we have all these candy canes on the Christmas tree. Sweatone likes candy canes, and had apparently opened one up and stuck it on the cat after getting drool on it (the cane, not the cat). Dbot found the cat crying, and looked and on his tummy there was a stuck candy cane. Poor little cat. Dbot got it out, but it had been nearly a day, so it must have smarted a little to get the candy cane out of the fur.

Mr. Kitty also left a dead bird for me about three months ago. I did not have my glasses on, so I thought it was a Happy Meal toy and went to pick it up. When I realized it was a dead bird I screamed and then the baby started crying. I had to get a dustpan.

 

 

I relelented this year without a hassle. A long standing battle between Zule and me is whether or not to go fake or real for a tree for Xmas.

Last year we got a real tree. It seems like there was some additional drama too with the tree, but I can't recall what it was. I think the cat kept drinking all the sap water at the bottom and the tree dried out, and Zule kept demanding to know why I was not keeping it filled with water. (Our cat is our nemesis). I also remember baking cookies that no one would eat, b/c everyone is afraid of my cooking, and baking seems like cooking. I will probably go get some dough here presently and get the kids to bake some cookies. I'm not feeling the whole "combine ingredients" thing. But I would like some cookies.

Because I have zero extra time this season, why, we have a new pre-lit tree. Dbot's dissapointment is palpable. She snapped at me about it and then blamed it on watching Titanic last night (depressing). I told her that her dad, BAAL, will probably have some gargantuan real tree. (Sorry to fill you in this way BAAL, youre under the gun now!)  Earlier, Zule could not remember in which newspaper flyer he saw the best deal, so he called me on the phone today from his mom's house and had me go through each flyer. He kept saying "Does the ad say "New Technology?" That would be a selling point for Zule. He likes things that have new technology. Oddly, he's really into antiques as well. He just despises everything in the middle.

So, now the tree is up, and I have to go back to studying. I've been studying for my exams like crazy. I have this awful sinking feeling I'm going to get to my first exam late tomorrow or I'll totally blank out on the elements of assault or something. I've been dreaming for two weeks that there is an "extra exam" no one bothered telling me about.

 

I came across this case while researching. I thought it rather disturbing but interesting, from a historical perspective.

 

The American ship William Brown, left Liverpool on the 13th of March, 1841, bound for Philadelphia in the United States. She had on board (besides a heavy cargo) 17 of a crew, and 65 passengers, Scotch and Irish emigrants. About 10 o'clock on the night of the 19th of April, when distant 250 miles southeast of Cape Race, Newfoundland, the vessel struck an iceberg, and began to fill so rapidly that it was evident she must soon go down. The long-boat and jolly-boat were cleared away and lowered. The captain, the second mate, 7 of the crew, and 1 passenger got into the jolly-boat. The first mate, 8 seamen, of whom the prisoner was one (these 9 being the entire remainder of the crew), and 22 passengers. In all 41 persons, got indiscriminately into the long-boat. The remainder of the passengers, 31 persons, were obliged to remain on board the ship. In an hour and a half from the time when the ship struck, she went down , carrying with her every person who had not escaped to one or the other of the small boats. Thirty-one passengers thus perished.  On the following morning (Tuesday) the captain, being about to part company with the long-boat, gave its crew serveral directions, and, among other counsel , advised them to obey all the orders of the mate, as they would obey his, the captain's. This the crew promised that they would do. The long-boat was believed to be in general food condition; but she had not been in the water since leaving Liverpool, not thirty-five days; and as soon as she was launched, began to leak. She continued to leak the whole time; but the passengers had buckets, and tins, and, by bailing, were able to reduce the water, so as to make her hold her own. The plug was about an inch and a half in diameter. It came out more than once, and finally got lost; but its place was supplied by different expedients.
It appeared by the deposition of the captain, and of the second mate,  (the latter of whom had followed the sea twenty-one years; the former being, likewise, well-experienced), that on Tuesday morning when the two boats parted company, the long-boat and all on board were in great jeopardy. The gunwale was within from 5 to 12 inches of the water. "From the experience" which they had had, they thought "the long-boat was too unmanageable to be saved." If she had been what in marine phrase, is called a "leaky boat," she must have gone down. Even without a leak she would not have supported one-half her company, had there been " a moderate blow." "she would have swamped very quickly. The people were half naked and were "all crowded up together like sheep in a pen." "A very little irregularity in the stowage would have capsized the long-boat." If she had struck any piece of ice she would inevitably have gone down. There was great peril of ice for any boat." (Captain's and second mate's depositions.) Without going into more detail, the evidence of both these officers went to show that loaded as the long-boat was on Tuesday morning, the chances of living were much against her. But the captain thought, that even if lightened to the extent to which she afterwards was, "it would have been impossible to row her to land; and that the chances of her being picked up, were ninety-nine to one against her." It appeared, further, that on Monday night when the passengers on the ship (then settling towards her head and clearly going down) were shrieking, and calling on the captain to take them off on his boat, the mate on the long-boat said to them: "Poor souls! you're only going down a short time before we do." And, further, that on the following morning, before the boats parted company, the mate, in the long-boat, told the captain, in the jolly-boat, that the long-boat was unmanageable, and, that unless the captain would take some of the long-boat's passengers, it would be necessary to cast lots and throw some overboard. "I know what you mean," or, as stated by one witness, "I know what you'll have to do," said the captain. "Don't speak of that now. Let it be the last resort." There was little or no wind at this time, but pieces of ice were floating about.
Notwithstanding all this, the long-boat, loaded as she is above described to have been, did survive throughout the night of Monday, the day of Tuesday, and until 10 o'clock of Tuesday night,--full twenty-four hours after the ship struck the iceberg. The crew rowed, turn about, at intervals, and the passengers bailed. On Tuesday morning, after the long-boat and jolly-boat parted, it began to rain and continued to rain throughout the day and night of Tuesday. At night the wind began to freshen, the sea grew heavier, and once, or oftener, the waves splashed over the boat's bow so as to wet, all over, the passengers who were seated there. Pieces of ice were still floating around, and, during the day, icebergs had been seen. About 10 o'clock of Tuesday night, the prisoner and the rest of the crew began to throw over some of the passengers, and did not cease until they had thrown over 14 male passengers. These, with the exception of two married men and a small boy, constituted all the male passengers aboard. Not one of the crew was cast over. One of them, the cook, was a negro.

It was among the facts of this case that, during these solemn and distressful hours, scarce a remark appeared to have been made in regard to what was going to be done, nor, while it was being done, as to the necessity for doing it. None of the crew of the long-boat were present at the trial, to testify, and, with the exception of one small boy, all the witnesses from the long-boat were women,--mostly quite young. It is probable that, by Tuesday night (the weather being cold, the persons on the boat partially naked, and the rain falling heavily, the witnesses had become considerably over-powered by exhaustion and cold, having been 24 hours in the boat. None of them spoke in a manner entirely explicit and satisfactory in regard to the most important point, viz the degree and imminence of the jeopardy at 10 o'clock on Tuesday night, when the throwing over began. As has been stated, few words were spoken. It appeared, only, that, about 10 o'clock of Tuesday night, it being then dark, the rain falling rather heavily, the sea somewhat freshening, and the boat having considerable water in it, the mate, who had been bailing for some time, gave it up, exclaiming: "This work won't do. Help me, God. Men, go to work." Some of the passengers cried out, about the same time: "The boat is sinking. The plug's out. God have mercy on our poor souls." Holmes and the crew did not proceed upon this order; and after a little while, the mate exclaimed again: "Men, you must go to work, or we shall all perish." They then went to work; and, as has been already stated, threw out, before they ended, 14 male passengers, and also 2 women.  The mate directed the crew "not to part man and wife, and not to throw over any women." There was no other principle of selection. There was no evidence of combination among the crew. No lots were cast, nor had the passengers, at any time, been either informed or consulted as to what was not done. Holmes was one of the persons who assisted in throwing the passengers over. The first man thrown over was one Riley, whom Holmes and the others told to stand up, which he did. They then threw him over, and afterwards Duffy, who, in vain besought them to spare him, for the sake of his wife and children who were on shore . They then seized a third man, but, his wife being aboard, he was spared. Coming to Charles Conlin, the man exclaimed: "Holmes, dear, sure you won't put me out?" "Yes, Charley," said Holmes, "you must go, too." And so he was thrown over. Next was Francis Askin, for the manslaughter of whom the prisoner was indicted. When laid hold of, he offered Holmes five sovereigns to spare his life till morning, "when," said he, "if God don't send us some help, we'll draw lots, and if the lot falls on me, I'll go over like a man." Holmes said, "I don't want your money, Frank," and put him overboard.

When one McAvoy was seized, he asked for five minutes to say his prayers, and, at the interposition of a negro, the cook, was allowed time to say them before he was cast overboard. It appeared also, that when Askin was put out, he had struggled violently, yet the boat had not sunk. Two men, very stiff with cold, who had hidden themselves, were thrown over after daylight on Wednesday morning when, clearly, there was no necessity for it.  On Wednesday morning, while yet in the boat, some of the witnesses had told the crew that they (i.e. the crew) should be made to die the death they had given to the others. The boat had provisions for six or seven days, close allowance; that is to say, 75 pounds of bread, 6 gallons of water, 8 or 10 pounds of meat, and a small bag of oatmeal. The mate had a chart, quadrant and compass. The weather was cold, and the passengers being half clothed, much benumbed. On Wednesday morning the weather cleared and early in the morning the long-boat was picked up by the ship "Crescent." All the persons who had not been thrown overboard were thus saved.

On the other hand the character of the prisoner stood forth, in many points in manly and interesting relief. A Finn by birth, he had followed the sea from youth and his frame and countenance would have made an artists's model for decision and strength. He had been the last man of the crew to leave the sinking ship. His efforts to save the passengers, at the time the ship struck, had been conspicuous, and, but that they were in discharge of duty, would have been called self-forget and most generous.  As a sailor, his captain and the second mate testified that he had ever been obedient to orders faithful to his duty, and efficient in the performance of it,--"remarkable so," said the second mate. "He was kind and obliging in every respect," said the captain, "to the passengers, to his shipmates, and to everybody. Never heard one speak against him. He was always obedient to officers. I never had a better man on board ship. He was a first rate man." (Captain's deposition.) While on the long-boat, in order to protect the women, he had parted with all his clothes, except his shirt and pantaloons; and his conduct and language to the women were kind. After Askin had been thrown out, someone asked if any more were to be thrown over. "No," said Holmes, "no more shall be thrown over. If any more are lost, we will all be lost together." Of both passengers and crew , he finally became the only one whose energies and whose hopes did not sink into prostration. He was the first to desery the vessel which took them up, and by his exertions the ship was made to see, and, finally, to save them. 

 On board the long-boat, a widowed mother, a Scotswoman and her three daughters had escaped; but, just as the boat was about veering astern, and when there was great danger of being drawn into the vortex of the sinking ship, it was discovered that one of the family, a sick sister, had been left behind in the ship. Her mother was calling, "Isabel, Isabel, come, come!" But the girl was too sick to hear or to mind. Holmes, hearing the mother's cry, climbed up the ship's side (at great peril of his life, as was testified) ran astern, and, hoisting the sick girl upon his shoulders, swung himself and her over by the tackle by one arm, into the long-boat below. "O, mother, I an coming, I am coming!" responded the girl, as Holmes was lowering himself and her along the ship's side. On the trial, Holmes' counsel after describing with effect, the earlier circumstances of the catastrophe, thus opened his defence: "But hark, gentlemen. On that dreadful night, the crew and half the passengers having taken to the boats, the agonized voice of a mother is heard, even beyond the tumult and the outcry, calling for the preservation of her daughter who, in the consternation of the moment, had been forgotten, and remained on board the fated ship. In an instant you see an athletic sailor passing hand over hand, by means of a slender rope, until he regains the vessel. Behold him now on the quarter-deck with one arm entwined around a sickly and half naked girl, in the depth of the night, surrounded by icebergs and the ocean, while, with the other, he swings himself and his almost lifeless burthen from the stern of the sinking ship into the boat below, and restores the child at once to the open arms and yearning of her mother. Yet, today, gentlemen, there, before you sits that selfsame heroic sailor, arraigned upon the charge of having voluntarily and feloniously deprived a fellow creature of his life: and that gentlemen, is the charge which you are summoned here to determine.
 
"The passengers, on Wednesday morning" said one of the witnesses, "looked very distressed: and Holmes told them to keep their hearts up." "The mate," said another witness "asked the men what he should do. Holmes said we ought not to steer for Newfoundland as we would never reach it, but to go south, as it would be warmer, and we might meet a vessel. The mate said he would do as Holmes wanted . He would give up all to Holmes. * * * I saw Holmes with a quilt. He tried to raise it to make a sail, but the wind was too strong. He then stood up and said he saw the mast of a vessel and afterwards got to work to raise a shawl on the end of an oar." In fact, as appeared by other parts of the testimony, Holmes' long-trained labouring eye descried the Crescent's main-mast, in the distant, several minutes before it was at all visable to anybody on board: and, while most of the boat's assemblage lay yet exhausted or despairing he had raised the signal of distress. His coolness and deep knowledge of sea life were not less manifested now, than his physical superiority had been before. The great distance of the Crescent rendered it almost impossible that Holmes' signal should be seen. The second mate of the vessel happened, however, to be aloft, watching for ice: and as soon as the ship responding to the signal, put about the voice of exultant joy and gratitude burst forth from the wretched assemblage on the long-boat. Some were crawling up the side of the boat to see the approaching vessel and others who had seemed congealed, now stood erect; "Liedown," said Holmes, "every soul of you and be still." 'If they make so many of us on board, they will steer off another way and pretend they have not seen us."
 
The prisoner was indicted under the act of April 30, 1790, "for the punishment of certain crimes against the United States" (1 Story's Laws 83 [1 Stat, 115]), an act which ordains (section 12) that if any seaman &c., shall commit manslaughter upon the high seas, &c., on conviction, he shall be imprisoned not exceeding three years, and fined not exceeding one thousand dollars. The indictment charged that Holmes--First, with force, &c., "unlawfully and feloniously " did make an assult, &c., and east and throw Askin from a vessel, belonging, &c., whose name was unknown, into the high seas by means of which, &c., Askin, in and with the waters thereof then and then was suffocated and drowned; second, in the same way, on board the long-boat of the ship William Brown, belonging, &c., did make an assault, &c., and east, &c. The trial of the prisoner came on upon the 13th of April, 1842 a few days before the anniversary of the calamitous events referred to. The case was replete with incidents of deep romance and of pathetic interest. These, not being connected with the law of the case, of course do not appear in this report; but they had become known in a general way, to the public, before the trial; and on the day assigned for trial at the opening of the court, several stenographers connected with the newspaper press appeared within the bar, ready to report the evidence for their expectant readers.

To make a long story short, he was found guilty, but sentenced lightly. The rest of the case is blah blah law and stuff.

http://www.spokanimal.org/tonasketcruelty.html

So Zule and I were drinking lunch at El Tarascos, and they had on the t.v. There it was on a commercial, the coolest toy ever! And the little boy in the ad looked just like our son... and he hugged his parents like he REALLY loved them after getting it under the tree. SOLD!

After a brief, nerve wracking interaction with the general public at Toys R Us, which Zule and I typically avoid like ebola, Santa got it!

Here it is: Picture Silver Spoons!

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0007R72AW/qid=1132791888/sr=2-3/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_3/102-3790189-0446510

The mental image of Zule driving around on it, even though the max weight is 45 lbs.

 

 

My friend and I were passing notes (very old school here) in class the other day and we were making up thought balloons for other people in the class about what they were "really" thinking about in lieu of real property.

We decided everyone was thinking about sex or sleep or both.
I think it would be hilarious if I could see what people are thinking. Or mean.

Probably about me:

"Does that chick realize she has stuff stuck in her teeth? Should I tell her? Nah".

"Is that woman's valley girl accent a fake?" (like a fake british accent).

"Wow, she can send a text message now. Welcome to 2003."

"She looks like Molly Ringwald. That's wierd"

I woke up yesterday, and was nauseated. The nausea continued until 10:30 at night. At about 9, I got Zule to make me some oatmeal. I just laid in bed all day and slept and went through my torts outline in my head. I feel better now.

No, I'm not pregnant.

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5014080
Yesterday, when I was reaching for my cigarettes in my back pack, I accidentally grabbed an open tube of lipstick. Not thinking about it, I threw it back in my backpack and found my smokes. Then, absent mindedly, I ran my hand through my hair. Then, everyone was giving me weird looks for a while, but that is nothing new. I saw myself in the mirror, and it looked like I had a bloody gash along my hairline. I screamed, b/c I thought I was bleeding. My friend Charlie explained that he had seen the whole thing transpire and it was only lipstick.
My husband threw some cheerios in the toilet for sweatone to have a target while peeing, b/c otherwise, he pees all over the bathroom. So, tonight, out of nowhere, Sweatone yells, "I've got to pee" and then grabs a whole bunch of grated cheese and runs to the bathroom. I'm like "WTF?" b/c I'd forgotten the cheerios thing. But he threw the cheese in the toilet for a target. Resourceful, that one.

I've done nothing interesting for at least a week. All I've been doing is memorizing causation in fact. And when the "eggshell skull" applies to a plaintiff's injuries. Very minimal fun here. I wish there was something interesting to say. Unfortunately, you'll have to turn elsewhere for entertainment. If I can get through the next two weeks, I'm going to go to Chicago with Zule for a weekend of Ikea and drinking. Very fight club of us.

I hate the internet. It keeps me from studying. I swear, I'm an addict.

Here is a sad news story. Read the entire thing, because all of the circumstances are really fucked up. 

http://www.cnn.com/2005/LAW/11/12/breastfeeding.death.ap/index.html

Zule made my blog pink. Its the little things that tell you a software developer loves you.

For example I could staple a picture of jewelry I want to Zule's head, and he would ignore it. If I mention in passing that I may want some type of portable electronic device, low and behold, it arrives by UPS.

I'm very forgetful though. Me and small items of any type part ways easily.

Like my phone. Its always missing. Glasses, same. Keys? no idea. Kids, usually accounted for. Although sometimes I have to call my neighbor to find the whereabouts of the older one.

Christmas is coming! I hate Christmas on one level and on another, I love it. I really like to give people gifts, and make eggnog and stuff. But walking into Big Lots this time of year and seeing the sheer display of consumer goods for sale gives me panic attacks.

 

Okay, so where I live,  a humoungous leaf vacuum truck comes around and sucks up all the leaves, IF you push them down to the street. So, for the last two days, Dbot and I have been trying to get the leaf piles down to the street. The baby likes to help. By help, I mean hide our rakes in the leaf piles, hide himself in the leaf piles, hide the leaf piles back on the ground.

I have no idea what my family members were up to last nite. But, based on reports that are trickling in, nothing good. I'm glad I stayed home to study.

Ha!

Zule was at the Chicago store this week, b/c he's really gay.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/9937614/site/newsweek/

Its really nice outside here. I spent an hour playing with my niece, and nephew and Sweatone at my inlaws.

Its fun to play with seven year olds, they change the rules so they can win. We were playing an improvised soccer game, and my nephew's goal was an entire fence and mine was about a yard wide.

Then, Sweatone found a cool bug that looked like a green leaf. I realized the bug is probably trying to find a green leaf in which to hide, at this time of year that's scarce.

I went to Gattiland tonite, to meet with a few friends. Of course, I ran into people I know, b/c I looked like shit. That is the rule. If you look fat, then you will see people you know.

One funny, I was trying to walk between two chair backs (each chair had a person sitting in it). Apparently, I think my ass is smaller than it is, b/c I got stuck between the chairs.

Dbot got food poisoning from the fruit cocktail. We had to make an emergency stop at Kroger.

 

I've been forced into relaxation until monday.

The best part of being depressed is I lose my appetite.

Maybe I'll be thin!

Okay, so monday nite was a blast. I was very good, no drinks! And I ran into a lot of people I know and had fun. Except, apparently, I had the Pogues and Flogging Molly confused, which can be a capital crime depending with whom one is talking.

Then, I came home and could not sleep. I then went into full fledged panic anxiety insomnia mode until 3:00 a.m.

Now, every little thing is setting me off and I'm a little depressed.

Why? Maybe its b/c Halloween is over. And my next holiday is no holiday: Thanksgiving is the beginining of exams.

Conjoined twin link:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/4260178.stm

the most disturbing part of the article is this quote "They don't see me there. It's like there's a blanket over me because I am quiet and I don't make a noise."