Moving...Possibly

So if law school doesn't pan out in Chicago this year, I am seriously considering relocating for law school next year. I like Chicago a lot, but I've done it, I've spent two years here (almost, and it'll be three by the time I move), and if I want to practice entertainment law, I should probably move to a coast. I like the concept of moving to the Pacific Northwest (Seattle or Portland, most likely) just for college, and then moving down to California. Or just going to school in California and staying there. Or just going to school in New York and staying there. I don't know. I want to live in a big city. I want to study intellectual property law. And I want to move within the next few years. That's all I know. Any suggestions, internet?

Jobless and Happy

I was fired from my job on Tuesday. It had been a year, I hated the job, and I'm pretty sure that they hated me (at least, the management). I didn't care about that job at all, and it showed. I came in in baggy corduroys and sneakers most days, and would spend a good three to four hours a day dicking around on the internet. Oh well. C'est la vie (did I spell that right?).

Everyone keeps asking me if I'm alright, and telling me they are sorry. I appreciate the sentiments, but here's the long reason why I'm not too distraught:
I'd been trying to find a new job for the past four or five months, to no avail. I wasn't going to just quit with no back up plan, but I was miserable there. I even considered leaving to temp again, because while temping sucks, at least you aren't stuck at any job for too long. Hopefully, I'll get in to law school this fall, and I'd only need to find work for the summer anyway. Well, my company essentially pushed me out the door and handed me two weeks pay, for free. So now, I can start temping again (and I will be, come this Monday) at a legal staffing firm (which pays, all told, about as much as I made at my job), get some valuable law firm experience before I go to school, and never have to see my old boss again. In the meantime, I've taken an afternoon nap every day this week in the hammock on our rooftop deck, and gone on two fantastically long walks through the city during the nicest part of the day. There's a distinct reason why I've had a little spring in my step the last few days.

Couldn't this be an afternoon headline?

I'm not really sure what the best way to wake up is (well, I'm pretty sure, I just try to keep this site relatively tame), but I can tell you with certainty one of the worst ways: to this article.

Tom to Eat Katie's Placenta

Awesome. I haven't had a cup of coffee or a bagel or a pop-tart or anything yet today, and now, everything is going to taste like placenta to me. I don't even know what placenta looks like, and I imagine googling it would further ruin my day.

The real question, the one most people will be thinking and no one will be asking, is...how is he going to eat it? Just, like, au natural? Is he going to have a chef on hand to prepare the placenta in an appetizing manner? Maybe he's just going to have a wok sitting there with some bok choy and some hoisin sauce and stir-fry it up real quick? However he does it, I bet if you googled around again (and I'm still not going to do it), you could find some delicious recipes. Or are recipes against scientology at this point? It seems like everything else that is ordered and rational is. Maybe recipes are legit, but the use of measuring cups is out.

As a side note, sorry about this post. My stomach turned simply upon re-reading it for typos.

Second in a Series

So in the second of what I can only assume will be a long-running series of advice-requesting posts, I have another question about the validity of asking someone out on a date. This time, it's about service professionals.

Is it ever really appropriate to ask out your server/cocktail waitress/cashier/whatever? Is this not worth it, due to the sheer volume of people who must think about, and the smaller but still significant portion who follow through, on a near-daily basis? I mean, within one to five brief interactions, is it possible to stand out enough so that you will be the one she wants to see again after you've left your tip and gone?

And let's be honest here, I'm not naive enough to believe that part of the come-on act in the first place isn't just an attempt to get a bigger tip...I know this. There's always a certain element of monetary compensation when flirting occurs with waitstaff.

Feedback from people who have worked as service professionals would be especially helpful. Even more helpful if you were asked out a lot while you worked at said service position.

Interesting Fact of the Day

Chocolate truffles:



Are in no way related to

Regular-type truffles:



This fundamentally changes the way I look at candy boxes from now on.