Nealon Watch, Day 2

Although Nealon's diaper problems have subsided, they have been replaced by two instances of vomiting, which raises some real concerns over dehydration.  We are on a breast feeding regimen now, courtesy of the nurse's hotline.  Hopefully we can get him better soon.  The nurse also suggested buying some Pedialyte, which I guess is like baby Gatorade on steroids.

However, for those of you who want to find a silver lining in all of this, he did manage to take off my glasses before vomiting directly into my open eyes.  There's still some stinging.

Nealon's doing better, but we're still waiting. . .

We checked Nealon's diaper twice today, and it seems like he is doing better.  Still waiting on the lab sample, but I also called up the pediatrician, who is out today but will call back to reassure us, hopefully.

Here in the emergency room. . .

Rachel and I are down at Legacy Emanuel off the 289 exit on I-5. Nealon is having some physical issues as a result of diarrhea (I won't go into detail). Anyways, we are waiting for a doc and hearing some huge drama across our curtain. I hope we can get Nealon treated soon. . .

When I get a job, these are the first books I will probably buy:

Predictably/Irrational by Dan Ariely (awesome website with irrationality tests!)

I Love Yous Are For White People by Lac Su

More as I think about it. . .

What's better than studying for Securities Regulations?

Watching the video for Cutting Crew's "Died in Your Arms Tonight":

And, of course, the live performance:

Almost there...

Just turned in paper 2 of 3. I can feel this nightmare beginning to end. God, I really need some sleep right now.

Dear Widener Journal of Public Law:

When you are publishing a law review article that tries to distinguish between two forms of accounting, it is important to make sure that the labels for your illustrative tables are correct.  Otherwise, math nerds such as myself reinforce in my mind why law students don't know jack s*** about math.

By the way, the math was correct.  Kudos on that.

label:LC-mail has reached 1000+ new messages. . .

I am so going to wipe you out when I graduate.  Well, maybe not. . . BUT YOU WILL BE SUBSTANTIALLY REDUCED!

Get Dropbox, it's awesome!

I've been using Dropbox for a while now as a free way to sync my files online and onto multiple computers.  The basic way this works is that you download a program that integrates into a folder on your computer (Mac and PC) based on your user name.  Saving any file in that folder or subfolders will automatically upload it to a server when you have internet access, and will then distribute to any other computer that you've installed Dropbox on with the same account.  Thus, I can backup my files on my Acer Aspire One, online, and on my desktop at home without any extra work.  Additionally, you can share folders between users, so Rachel and I can both edit things, with the most recent version being saved onto the server.

Anyways, you start out with 2GB, but if you sign up for my referral, both of us each get an extra 250MB, and then you can start a referral chain, for a max upgrade to 5GB.  I really want to get more space on there so I can start uploading some graphic designs, so I'd appreciate if people would sign up using my referral link.  You can always delete it if you don't like it and I'll still get my boost to my storage space:

https://www.getdropbox.com/referrals/NTkzNjE3OQ

Done with one class. . . 3 more to go.

Finally finished that climate change paper.  I swear to God, if I ever go back to school again, I am not taking 3 paper-focused classes in one semester while raising a child.

Someone shoot me full of caffeine please.  Now for 3 hours of sleep.

I'm such a nerd, but technically not a Star Trek nerd. . . until now

So, today I saw a link where you can upload a photo of yourself and superimpose it on some 3D models based on the new Star Trek Movie (May 15, wooo!!).  I decided to have a little fun with it and here are the results (I previously uploaded this and realized that it would always play automatically, so here's just a link).

Edit:  Here's Nealon's version:  link

Someone needs to write a torture memo on Netflix Watch Instantly

You know, I love my $8.99 Netflix plan.  I get one physical DVD at a time, which is fine, since I will probably not be binging on movies most of the time.  If I do want to binge, however, I get unlimited Netflix Watch Instantly, which lets me watch an. . . interesting variety of movies, although I wish I could (a) get a bigger selection and (b) have an option for HD viewing, like the XBox 360.

But really, sometimes with that ease of availability, you get a little adventurous with your video decisions.  That can really lead to some bad news.  Now I'm very open to watching all sorts of movies.  I am the guy who will rent Jason X because how could people NOT find the humor in Jason Voorhees, space, and nanotechnology?  I thought xXx was kickass, and I have Snakes on a Plane on its way, shrinkwrapped, to my mailbox (thanks Westlaw Points!).  I think that aptly illustrates that I can contextually watch crappy cinema and enjoy myself.

Sometimes it comes back and bites you in the butt, though, like today, when I decided to watch You Don't Mess With the Zohan, an Adam Sandler flick.  Yes, warning signs already, but I remember really liking The Waterboy when I was in high school (I'm not really helping myself here), and since it's available INSTANTLY. . .

Suffice to say, I had to go through 117 minutes of really bad accents, gross jokes and a cameo by Mariah Carey that once again underscores why she should stick with music (I love you Mariah!).  Afterwards, I really had to ask myself, "Can it still be torture if I agree to do it?"  I mean, what if a guy said, "Sure, let's try this waterboarding thing.  I mean, I know that there are masks and straps and all that kooky stuff, but I like water, I drink it all the time.  How bad could it really be?"  Oh wait, it's already been done.

I think that's a pretty good example of how I felt after watching this movie, sans all the actual fear of death and drowning.  Please write a memo on this.

Why working in the computer lab can be fun.

So last week, a leather jacket was mysteriously left on one of the chairs in the computer lab assistants' office.  My boss and a couple of us were clueless as to who it belonged to, culminating in him sending an e-mail asking the other assistants about it and whether we should just give it to the library's Lost and Found.  We eventually find out that it belong's to Jeff when he replies to the e-mail and there is some humorous banter exchanged.

Fast forward to today.  Jeff comes in, and as usual tries to pawn off his shift to one of us (Mitch, being the go-gettingest out of the two of us in there, gets dibs).  I mention that he should take his jacket or else I'll find a huge Jonas Brothers or Hannah Montana patch to sew on the back of it and he acknowledges my threat, but leaves after a few minutes and leaves the jacket right there.

Obviously a lesson must be learned.  Unfortunately, we had no patches handy on us, so we decided on the next best thing:  to get everyone in the computer lab to take a picture wearing Jeff's jacket and then plaster it on our office computers.  The final result?

Voila.  Can't wait till he comes back to work, because I'm a big child about these things.

When writing an A paper. . .

...you need some energy.  I stopped by Market of Choice and got two non-standard energy drinks.  My thoughts:

orange FRS healthy energy

This is some "healthy energy" drink called FRS.  I got the orange flavor since I figured it would probably taste like orange juice and be the least offensive of the other flavors.  Sadly, I was wrong.  It was like drinking orange juice made from fake oranges.  Also, because it was "healthy," it did not work at giving me energy, because we all know that energy requires lots of human-synthesized chemicals being pumped into your bloodstream.

Blue Sky Cafe Energy

Next, I tried to go with a coffee drink.  You can tell that I was anticipating this to save the day from FRS, the meaning of which is still a mystery.  Perhaps it means "effing radical sauce" but that would be false advertising, except for the "effing" part.  Anyways, I like mocha, I like cafes, I like taurine and ginseng and l-carnitine and whatever other crazy stuff they use to keep people up at night.  This has got to be a win, right?

No.  Ginseng is not good with coffee.  Trust me on this one.

Mission failed.  Long night ahead.

Nealon's new baby lullaby. . .

. . . is the timer music to "Jeopardy."  Alex Trebek, what CAN'T you do?

Not quite a rock star. . .

So, I tried to be real creative and build Nealon a drum kit out of pots, pans, a footstool, and some duct tape. Unfortunately, Nealon didn't bring his "A" game, and all we got was this:

Attempt number 1:

Attempt number 2:

Well, he probably plays as well as I can on the drums, so who knows where he'll be in two or three years.  (please make me money)