I am currently living on a law school budget, and, as such, my furniture and technology choices are often restricted to what I can find at WalMart, Target, the local Goodwill, or generous donations from the Parentals. That doesn’t mean that I can’t appreciate a lovely piece or appliance when I happen to see one. Like this television set, for example.

Hi, all! Trying out a new website I stumbled across called ToonDoo, which lets you create your own comic strips and customize your own characters! Click through to see the comic!

Ha! This could be any of my first year classes! Looking at this photo, I wonder if this is what my professors see.

One day searching the web on a whim
I found the presence of law limericks quite slim
So here’s one I penned
Read it in depth, or instead
Read it like your case books and skim

Since my last blog post here (which got a shout-out from blawg A Reasonably Prudent Law Student, which you should go visit. Like, now) I wrote a bit for The Shark, turned 26 years old, and have settled comfortably into the life of an over-caffeinated law student.

Oh, yeah. And I gave in to the Facebook phenomenon that is Farmville, which passed the milestone of 1 million fans last week.

Teenie me is like me only smaller. Much, much smaller. In all other regards, we are strikingly similar.

We both wear glasses on occasion. We both have an affinity for messenger-type, cross-shoulder bags. We both love ginormous dogs. We both love chocolate, cheese and the TV show “Chuck”. We both think penguins – or “pengins” as Teenie calls them – have an evil, secret plan to take over the world.

Somewhere in the back of all our closets is a yearbook containing a photo that we hope will never see the light of day. Let’s call it the Bill Compton (or any other hunky vampire hearthrob, and, sorry, Edward Cullen doesn’t count) of yearbook pics.

But unlike Sexy Bill, these photos are decidely unsexy: your hair doesn’t fit in the frame, you blinked at a bad time, you sneeze at a bad time, you wonder whether you left the crimping iron on in the bathroom, etc.

The closest I’ve ever come to going to a circus was on the frequent childhood “family trips” to Las Vegas, when my parents would hand me and my brothers $20 to go play in the arcade. Between two boys and one girl – and despite the keen money management of said little girl – the cash lasted all of 10 minutes.

After that, one of our parents or other responsible adult would take us out to the Midway Stage where we would be dazzled by any number of free circus acts

It’s kinda hard to fathom just how popular Michael Jackson was – and is – around the world, but the website Eternal Moonwalk gives you a smidgen of an idea.

Fans the world over submitted short video clips of themselves, their babies, friends, family and even their pets doing Jackson’s signature move.

The videos play in a neverending stream over the first few measures of “Billie