I was at the Epica show in Montreal tonight, greatly enjoyed it, and once again reflect on how much of a shame it is that I lack the hair to really headbang for full effect. :)

Law school didn't make me any more prone to ranting about terrible US Supreme Court decisions at bar nights than I already was, it just introduced me to more people for whom this was a good thing. 

Our January internships end today and the law school has graciously given us our reading week a month before anyone else's. (perhaps reasoning that non law-school friends shouldn't count anyway and certainly shouldn't be vacationed with).

Time to find another answer the eternal question: what to do in the world's second-coldest capital city in late January that doesn't involve skating on the canal? :) Some non-school friends (sssh, don't tell the faculty!) have a sushi night and a comedy night lined up that promise to be interesting, but I may spend far too much waiting in line to renew my health card. Bleh!

On one hand, answering 2000 of these match questions suggests that a) these computers know way too much about me and will probably be able to blackmail me into aiding the inevitable robot takeover, and b) I've had way too much time on my hands over the past five years.

On the other hand, it also means that there's plenty of material for the sufficiently motivated to unearth and discuss with me later.

In that vein, a note to a person who shall remain nameless: don't think I don't notice that you're answering these questions in my wake. We will have WORDS. :D

1. Law schools are run by sadists. Or SADists (fuck winter, seriously).
2. There are few moods that a good breakfast can't cure.
3. The best breakfasts tend to include oranges (yay for holiday season clementines). Or bacon.  Or ladies.
4. Two out of three isn't so bad.
5. There is no 5.

Halloween always swallows my birthday, and this year schoolwork is mostly swallowing Halloween. At least my schedule gives me Monday off so I get to relax, and I was at a pretty cool party Saturday night anyway even if it wasn't mine. 

Also, there's nothing that a birthday dinner with the family and my sister's apple crisp can't improve. Well, maybe some things. ;)

I see people's profile changes flitting through the homescreen, adding new caveats every time (or sometimes repeating the same caveat, often with capital letters, in the vain hope that it'll actually help), and I sometimes get to imagining the messages that frustrate them so. You can't help but feel sympathetic.

...well, most of the time, anyway. If laughing at whichever member of a couple decided to utterly melt down in a profile edit since their search for an ever-elusive unicorn was derailed by a ton of messages from guys instead is wrong, I'm not sure I want to be right anymore.

Avoid the Internet while non-sober. No one is as funny as they think they are in that situation. 

Except, yes, you, gentle reader. You are the pinnacle of comedy at all times.

...it's times like this that make me wish I could vote "none of the above" for test contests. At least there's a week or so left for something original to get written - though considering the sheer amount of prior art that doesn't qualify for the contest, maybe that's a lost cause.

When the least ridiculous part of a planned itinerary is the part about it landing at an airport three hours away from where you're actually planning to go (when there's a perfectly servicable one right in the city that just isn't served by the airline you're on), you know things have gone terribly wrong somewhere.

I swear, if it weren't for my favourite cousin's wedding I would just stay home rather take a circuitous death-ride through the frozen North just because we're getting in on standby discount.

So I posed for a photography project a few weeks ago, mostly on a whim  - it's actually kind of surprising, given my personality, how many things I try on a whim just because I can't come up with a good reason not to, but so far it hasn't steered me wrong! Didn't expect much to come of it, besides maybe being able to put some of the spares up here to replace my more amateurish self-taken shots. 

I got word today that one of the photos placed third in its category at PX3, a prestigious contest in Paris. While I certainly won't get anything out of it and, frankly, the photographer deserves basically all of the credit, I still can't help but smile at the news.