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A horde of wannabe commenters (maybe not that many, but work with me) were calling for the end of any restrictions on commenting on this blog. Well, commenters unite because now you have nothing to lose but your chains. You can anonymously comment, although be warned, this area will probably soon be a Hobbesian state of nature. Good luck.

New Whine in Old Bottles

Kat went to Scottsdale for some shopping fun today. She'll probably come back even more fashionable than she already is.

I'm going to school to study. I'm dilly-dallying about by writing this blog post in order to delay the inevitable (and wait for the library to open).

We went to a law-school related dinner last night and then went to a dessert lounge (ooh, how decadent!). We then came home and watched The Wrestler on DVD. It was pretty good, although there were parts that neither Kat nor I enjoyed watching.

Speaking of decadence, a few weeks ago we were at a different eatery and the menu said one dessert was a "decedent" portion of something-or-other. Let me provide a word of advice: it is important to know the difference between decadent and decedent - at least in my opinion.

I don't have much to say. I could tell you a lot about FRCP Rule 23 or the stepped-up tax basis for inherited property, but I don't think anyone cares. I just have to keep going.

Trying to keep the demons at bay

I'm getting into law school crunch time, and I've begun to feel that I don't like being crunched. I think I need this book to help get me through.

I didn't come here to talk about me, though. I wanted to talk about paranoia, ridiculousness, outsized expectations, premature judgment and general self-loathing (Again, I must reiterate, I'm not talking about me). Instead, I am discussing the search for a new basketball coach for the University of Arizona. For most of my readers (how much is most of two?) this particular topic has no relevance to them and does not affect them. But lo, if it were so easy for me.

Alas, since I live in Tucson (a beautiful place with a lot going for it, however, a grasp of reality when it comes to UA Basketball remains wanting) I must constantly be reminded of this quest to find a guy to stand on the sidelines in a suit. I can't even avoid it at law school since many people went to Arizona as undergrads and not only drank the Kool-Aid, they had their blood replaced with it.

So there are constant rumors and stories and arguments and discussions and it could not be more tedious. The latest craze is to want to fire the athletic director since he hasn't persuaded Jesus Christ himself to come to McKale Center. While it may seem like heresy (pardon the religious references but I'm just trying to give you a taste of what it is like to be forced against one's will to be a parishioner at the Church of the Silver Fox) maybe people should realize that the AD was put in a no-win situation by the demigod that is Lute Olson with his will-I-coach-won't-I-coach headgames. It is hard to hire a coach during a season because all of the successful candidates are, you know, coaching their own successful teams. Alas, I punch at the wind because asking for rationality among this fanbase is like asking for Kat not to watch cute videos of puppies on Youtube: you just can't.

Personally, I would just like it to end. Please hire someone and let us get back to our lives. Until then, I hope to burrow into the law books and not come out. Someday, it will be over. For now, we wait.