jerkin' the girken.

i'm at school this afternoon, doing a scrimmage for trial team. my team is running plaintiff, and i play a forensic engineer.

i was on the stand today, and it took me three or four times to be able to say that i was a "forensic engineer."

why is that massively dorky?

because i kept saying "forensic economist."

whack-a-demon!

the kinds of conversations that transpire when a bunch of kids are having a birthday party at st. louis bread company...

me: "when i was a kid, i only ever had two birthday parties. they were both at showbiz pizza. skee-ball, ball pits, whack-a-mole. although, it wasn't called whack-a-mole there, it was called whack-a-demon. because, you know, it's the bible belt, and you better be prepared for when the devil comes!"

chris: "hey, satan! your temptation is no match for my novelty mallet!"