Tuesday are Rough

I have all four of my substantive classes on Tuesday, consecutively from 9:45 - 3:50 (with a break for lunch). It is rather tiring, and is my excuse for lack of blogging today.Normally, I have only three classes on Wednesday's, but thanks to Yom Kippur my legal writing class got moved from Thursday, so I have another four-in-a-row day coming up. As usual, it's the Jews fault. Maybe that's something I can repent for.

So far I've yet to say anything in class that doesn't make me look like a blithering imbecile. Today was bad luck though -- I rose my hand for question X, and got called on just as the Professor decided to move to question Y. X was close enough to Y that I could kind of spin my answer off, but she just gave me a very queer look and moved on. If it was Property, I'd probably have been decapitated. Oh well. Better luck next time.

I did watch the debate, but it was boring and I had reading to do, so I can't say I payed very close attention. I did notice John McCain's "my friends" tic is back with a vengeance. And he still thinks that turning the campaign into a vicious slime-fest is the best way for him to go. I think it ends up hurting him a lot more. The images of him skulking in the background while Obama was talking, compared to Obama calmly sitting in his chair, listening attentively, were not good. It just emphasizes who is the nasty one in the race. McCain looks like he loathes Obama, and the Illinois Senator is just too popular for that to fly.

Also, this week I uncovered the solutions to one of my life's greatest mysteries: Why do I get the musician Sting confused with Kiss? The answer is that the wrestler Sting wears Kiss-style makeup in the ring. Bingo.