(I think I might have used that title already. Don't hassle me. I might cry. or write a really long brief proving that there is no issue of material fact as to whether you're a jerk. yeah, you're scared, aren't you? admit it.)
Whenever I have the time to write a post, I cannot think of one damn thing to say. And when I am completely physically incapable of having the time to write without punching a big fat hole in the space-time continuum, I have eight million brilliant ideas for insightful posts that will bring balm to the souls of all new practitioners, enlighten the nation's law students and generally change life for the better for the millions out there who read this blog. Which, of course, vanish like so much invisible ink when I have time to write (hmm. that was *almost* a pun. almost.). Thereby completing the circle of irritation.
Which, of course, is the current situation, and why you're getting a post full of ramble-ness. Try as I might, I cannot bring up one single interesting, relevant post-topic. I mean, I suppose I could write about why it is that I suddenly find Opinionista's blog irritating, when I used to love it (seriously. I though she was so entertaining, and I felt awful that so many people found my blog by searching some permutation of "opinionistas suck" [by the way, if you're going to direct derision and scorn at a lawyer, you might want to do it a little more articulately, otherwise you're really just exposing yourself as the irritating little brainless gadfly you are], but in the last week or so, I've just gotten so sick of the endless stories about what horrible, souless, completely appalling places law firms are. Yes, I know she had bad experiences. And I know I didn't go that route because I didn't want to be a number [granted, I would have been a number who at least had people to go to lunch with, but that particular axe is neither here nor there.]. However, it's one thing to share your experience, and another to continually harp on a vast generalization of unpleasantness. Not that this post is actually about how irritating I find the blog.) or about how hard it is to find appropriate office-art (i'm not even kidding with this one. All two of my regular readers may remember I got a bigger office about a month ago -- sadly, it looks even bigger than it is because the walls are bare like a baby's butt [I have a friend that says it. It makes little sense to me, but i like the alliteration.]. I've looked at tons of websites (ok, two, but they had lots of stuff) for appropriate pictures, but everything is either suburban-prefab-house boring or avant-garde-film inappropriate. The pictures I think are pretty are too girly for an office, the photos too romantic or too gritty, and the vintage ad posters too -- just wrong. deeply, deeply frustrating.)
I could, of course, fall back on the old standby and make it a boy-oriented post, but since the most exciting thing that's happened in that arena is a phone call I initiated to Irksome after weeks of no contact, that would be a pretty damn short post: "I repel boys. Unless they're too short/too smelly/too dumb/too far away, in which case they LOVE me. Awesome."
Yeah. Not so much. Well -- I have noticed a bizarre spike in traffic (which I'm sure is due to something like porn-spam that I haven't noticed yet, but I'll take it -- the traffic that it, not the spam.), so if ya'll have any post requests, have at it. If not -- I'll take another stab at creativity later this week, I think. Till then -- beware of opposing counsel brandishing discovery requests.