Beantown

Got back yesterday from Boston, Mass.  It was my first time in New England.  The closest I'd ever been was Georgia.  I went up there for my cousin's wedding.  Here are my observations:

  1. You can't throw a fucking stone without hitting a college or university anywhere near or around the city.
  2. The accents of the people were not as pronounced as I thought they'd be.  (I was annoying the shit out of the GF, though, with my "I'm going to pahk the cah and get some clam chowdah" lines.)
  3. New England is beautiful in the fall.  It screams Mayflower, Plymouth Rock, Pilgrims, Indians, turkey, colorful leaves and shit.  The leaves have only just begun turning and it was still very pretty.
  4. They love them some Red Sox.
  5. And Patriots.
  6. Didn't really see much support for the Celtics or Bruins.
  7. Everyone is white.  (Highlight with mouse to reveal.)
  8. Lots of trees, rivers and rock outcroppings.
  9. It's really easy to see how so much of American culture sprung from this area.
  10. I enjoyed having a beer at the original Cheers.

Long story short - I really liked the place.  If I ever go back I'd like to go back and check out Martha's Vineyard and Nantucket.  In fact, of all the places I've been in the U.S., I'd have to rank the Boston area behind only La Jolla, CA and anywhere in Texas.  (Cue Bud Light's "Way Too Proud of Texas Guy" song.)

Mermaids!!

Mermaids

Since my last update, CWA's operatives have been combing the globe for help with the Mermaids concept. One such operative made a trip to sunny Cabo San Lucas under the pretext of a honeymoon. We had to arrange the marriage and plan an entire wedding just to facilitate this trip!! But that's another story. While in Cabo he found a painter's studio with THIS!! Turns out, the artist (Pedro Pintura) had a vision, after taking some questionable mescal, of a paradiso de la tierra. This painting is a rendition of what he saw. Needless to say, Pedro and I share a common vision.

Lessons Learned in the Practice of Law -or- Civil Litigation Might Not Be For Me

So I work for a small civil litigation firm that mostly represents insurance companies and their insureds. Most of the time, we're defending people who have insurance who get sued. Sometimes, once the insurance company has paid on claims made against their insured, we sue other people to try and recover the money that was paid. These types of lawsuits are called subrogation lawsuits. I've had a heavy hand in several of this type of case.

Once a lawsuit is filed, discovery begins. Discovery is where the plaintiffs (suing party) and the defendants (party being sued) ask each other for information. These requests take the form of Requests for Admissions, Requests for Disclosure, Interrogatories and Requests for Production. The real bitches are production requests because the opposing party is generally asking for a shit load of documents. They can ask for anything, and they always do because one strategy is to ask for so much shit that is so burdensome that the opposing lawyers will say, "fuck this," and let them out of the lawsuit. Except that never works because most law firms have people like me to gather this enormous amount of material together. So what you have are these law firms battling to outdo each other and asking for more and more complicated types of material. And the requests are worded so fucked up that sometimes it's hard to even know what in the hell they want.

The one counter to the FUBAR discovery request is the "objection." It is often used. At first, I thought the object of discovery was to find the stuff opposing counsel wanted, copy it and send it to them so that they could get informed about all of the facts of the case. Since I realized that is completely fucking wrong, I've gotten pretty good at objecting to discovery requests, mainly because I'm keen on finding ways out of searching through boxes and boxes of papers and making a helluva lot of copies. I'm still new at this so I don't know if objections can be overused. I've heard of something called a Motion to Compel, but I'm pretending that I've never heard of it while I object, object and object some more.

By now you may be saying to yourself, "That sounds like a big fucking waste of time." If you are, you are absolutely right; it is a HUGE fucking waste of time. And it's expensive. Firms bill hourly for dreaming up the most complicated ways to ask for a piece of paper or an answer to an otherwise simple question. And the other lawyers bill for coming up with ways to weasel out of giving them what they want.

This is the way lawsuits in every city and state across the U.S. are being played out every day. Lawyers asking for information, other lawyers giving up the least amount possible without getting in trouble. Apparently, this is the way the game is played - and I'm learning how to play it.

If I think this is shitty and ridiculous and horribly inefficient already, it could be that civil litigation just isn't for me.

I'm Cursed, Therefore I Run

I'll be running the Capital 10K this Sunday, April 3rd.  I figure I've smoked about 21,400 cigarettes since I started smoking.  At my peak, I could run a mile in about 5 minutes.  Now, I can run a mile in about 7.  That means that every cigarette I've smoked has reduced my mile time by 0.0056 seconds.  Not bad.  That's not even taking into account the fact that I don't train nearly as hard as I once did or the fact that I've simply aged.

The fact that I continue to smoke and run distance races is further evidence of my curse.  I'm an unhealthy future emphysemic fat-ass trapped in an ambitious man's body.

Ho-hum.  Here's to self-inflicted suffering through strenuous exercise and guilt free super huge breakfasts afterwards.  Can you say Omeletry?

Sucks to be CWA

Things I would do if I weren't CWA:

1. Fish more; a lot more.
2. Drink more; a lot more.
3. Drink while fishing.
4. Watch all three seasons of Northern Exposure that are now out on DVD, back to back to back.
5. Sample every flavor of Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream, thrice each.
6. Play the drinking/endurance game "Century Club." (Drink 100 12oz. beers in 48 hours.)
7. Buy an X Box.
8. Learn a lot about vodka, through experience.

Trapped in an Ambitious Man's Body

Following is an excerpt from a conversation between me and my friend and law school study partner, P.C. We are both cursed with ambition.


Me: So do you think you are a lazy man trapped in an ambitious man's body, or an ambitious man trapped in a lazy man's body?

P.C.: I'm ambitious trapped inside a lazy body.

Me: Why do you say that?

P.C.: Because I lounge.

Me: Lounging is OK sometimes.

P.C.: I lounge when I know I shouldn't.

Me: Like when you've got an appellate brief due in a couple of weeks?

P.C.: Like when my appellate brief is due in four hours.

Me: And you've still got to polish up your citations?

P.C.: Like when I haven't started researching.

Me: Oh.

(Pause)

Me: I think I'm a lazy man trapped inside an ambitious man's body. Instead of lounging when I've got something I should be doing, I do shit like clean the inside of the AC vents in my house, watch reruns of The Surreal Life on VH1 or organize all of the receipts I've saved over the past six months into categories so I can track my spending habits and calculate to the dollar just how much money I've spent on cigarettes. One thing's for sure; my checkbook is balanced and my house is spotless by the time the briefs are due.

P.C.: Yeah.

Me: Yeah.

What I wouldn't do...

Going along with the theme of my blog, one of my frequent posting categories will be things related to my curse.

For example, I would not create and maintain a blog if I wasn't cursed with ambition.