xkcd: ur doin it wrong.

for once, xkcd got a bit of nerd life wrong.



that's incorrect. sure, there are some songs that are inappropriate for sex. but, not the power rangers theme! not the lumberjack song, as referenced in the alt-text! hilarious nostalgic stuff like that coming on during sex only makes it more amusing...and anyone who couldn't appreciate something like that playing during sex is clearly not worthy of hopping into my bed.

sorry, randall munroe...i guess we're just not meant to be.

misappropriation of federal funds for the win.

i'm in white collar crime class, and we're discussing a case that denotes a private company that has been sub-sub-contracted to dole out federal housing funding as a "public official" under the bribery statute. she then starts to analogize that to receiving federal student loans, and discussing whether we were administrators of a federal program because we got that money. the following exchange ensued:

professor: i'm going to go out on a limb and say that we have a lot of people in here who are getting federal loans. does that mean we have a roomful of federal officials?
student: i sure hope not.
professor: why not?
student: because the federal government wouldn't be too happy to know that this money they're giving me for tuition and living expenses is being used to go on spring break.

it's funny because it's true.

this town: i hate it.

i lived on the South Side of Chicago for five years. sure, hyde park wasn't the toughest neighbourhood, far from it, but there were plenty of sketchy things that went on along that fifty-third street corridor. there was drug dealer alley. but, nothing particularly scary happened there. people begged for money. people peddled drugs. people offered sex. but, i could just shake my head, say no, walk along, and that would be it. the scariest thing that ever happened still wasn't that bad: one night i was walking down 53rd street around 11:30pm, and this extremely drunk guy started following me down the street, asking over and over again where the closest liquor store was. it was a little unsettling that he followed me a block down the street, but he was harmless. he finally found someone else to go ask, and i could slip into my building, slip into my apartment, and lock the door behind me. still, it wasn't that scary, and i didn't really fear any violence or injury.

( i feel far safer on the South Side than i do in St. Louis. )