Friday, February 29, 2008

Preceptorships and Panera

(Don't worry if you don't get the title. It's an inside joke.)

Anyway, happy leap year!

I'm just about ready for the big BufBloPoFo start tomorrow. I have a few topics packed away (the first is below, so you should be all good to start Po-ing on your Blo once midnight rolls around).

I talked about these pictures yesterday. Every graduating third year gets his or her portrait taken and hung on the wall here at the law school. Like trophies. "There's a stuffed rhino, there's a gazelle hoof, and there's that fantastic specimen of a Mike Garvey, who we tortured for 3 whole years."



Anyway, I have to pick one of these to be the official. Any suggestions? Lisa says the first two are more genuine, but I think the third is more professional. I'm going to try to have the teeth photoshopped so they aren't quite so muddy. It's amazing what they can do with photoshop these days. I mean, the photographer had to really work on the originals before they could be released to the public.
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So are you ready? Are you excited? Do you have a comfy chair from which you’ll blog every day over the next two weeks? Okay, participants, start out with this:

BufBloPoFo Topic for Day 1: Look at you. You blog. You’re a blogger. You’re reading a blog right now and already thinking about what you’re going to write on your blog. So… tell me about your blog in general. Why do you have it? Why did you start it? What’s the name mean? Why that template? (DHKA, you’ve already shared this, so you get a pass. Instead, you should write about… um… your favorite soup. Or whatever.)

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Bl-odds and bl-ends

· I just tapped out a list of the topics I’m going to share for BufBloPoFo. Some are really general, some are fairly specific, and all are generally specifically lame, so remember you (participants) are not locked in to using them. Blog freely, I say.
· Maeve is under the weather today. Poor kid. She’s recently noticed that “dad putting on his coat” is often followed by “dad is no longer here to throw me up in the air” and both these things freak her out. This morning, she actually took my index finger in her feverish little hand and pulled with all her might away from the front door. Broke. My. Heart.
· It’s my father-in-law’s birthday week! Apparently, the Buffalo Sabres got him a point scorer. Many happy returns!
· A few of my friends, including DHKA, took the New York State Bar this week. I haven’t heard from any of them yet. I’m hoping that’s because they’ve been drunk ever since they left the testing center.
· Speaking of da law, here’s a scholastic update: I rented my cap and gown yesterday. I picked up the proofs for my 3L portrait this morning. It’s like they expect me to gradyoo8 or something.
· I picked up and cannot stop listening to an album by Vampire Weekend. They’re young, a little rough around the edges for a band that really wants to be something other than rough around the edges, but still a fun listen. I also got the new Goldfrapp and the new Foo album, but haven’t listened to them yet. If you have any music suggestions for me, hold on to them. That’s going to be one of the BufBloPoFo topics.

· ALSO: remember we're in a leap year! BufBloPoFo starts on Saturday, not tomorrow!

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Instructions: Please take this test to prove how well you take this test.

Okay, whatever you're doing right now, whichever religion you may follow, whatever fragile breakables you may have in your hands at the moment, drop everything and say a prayer for Dave, Cliff, Steph and anyone else who is taking the New York State Bar Exam today and tomorrow.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Sibling revelry

My sisters and brother and I started a new tradition this past weekend of watching our own kids in some place other than our homes for two whole days. Others might call skiing in Ellicottville a "vacation", but that's misleading, really. They are "wrong". They probably don’t have "kids". They don’t know all the words to the Dora the Explorer theme "song".

Okay, enough of that. It was awesome and any bellyaching I do isn’t because it was a bad weekend, but because I’m the type of pessimistic jerkhead who uses words like "bellyaching". In actuality, it was damn near perfect:

-I got to hang out with my sibs and friends. The five Garvey siblings so rarely hang out together, especially when we try to add in our significant others and children. We started planning this little trip last summer; apparently 8 months is what it takes to get us all in the same place at the same time.
-I got to eat like a king (a king who is NOT on weight watchers). We ate Lisa’s chili, steak with Montreal seasoning, venison steaks wrapped in bacon, and a big ass bag of Swedish fish. Our breakfasts were monumental and spanned 5 dozen eggs, 4 pounds of bacon, and who knows how many gallons of pancake batter.
-I got to pull my daughter on a sled and watch her laugh when Uncle Lou threw snowballs at trees. Why is this funny? Anyone? No? Not that I’m complaining, mind you.
-I got to ski the K12. Not really, but I did ski Holiday Valley for a few perfect hours. The weather was gorgeous, the snow was pretty good, all the slopes were open, and I didn’t fall once, thankyouverymuch.
-There was a water purifier in our cabin the size of a washing machine. SOMEONE in our group thought it might be a soft ice cream machine, but I won’t say who.
-I got to beat everyone at billiards and scrabble. You’re welcome to argue with me on those two points, but no one I played with has a blog, so neener neener.

Okay, on that note, I think I’ve hit the most important points of my weekend. You’ll notice I haven’t posted recently and that’s because I was cut off. CUT OFF! That’s right, Mike Garvey didn’t get to surf the information superhighway for two whole days. We couldn’t even get online via C’s iphone. Not that it mattered. We were too busy keeping the "kids" away from the "soft serve ice cream dispenser".

Thursday, February 21, 2008

BufBloPoFo Rules

Well, damn, looks like we got ourselves a BufBloPoFo. I guess now that I’ve fooled you all into playing along, I should tell you what I had in mind for the rules:

1. send me a million dollars.
2. write a post about how much you hate buffalo radio
3. do a little dance
4. make a little love
5. profit!

Just kidding. Actually, I don’t really have too many regulations. I mean, so long as everyone Pos on the Blo for one entire Fo, then I’m happy. But, for the sake of getting fine print down in electrons, voila:

BufBloPoFo r1. Post to your blog first on March 1st, 2008 and last on March 14th, 2008. I know, I know. Some people define “fortnight” as fifteen days, but does anyone want to post on the Ides of March? That’s just bad juju.

BufBloPoFo r2. Anyone can participate. If you let me know you’re playing along, I’ll add you to a blogroll on my sidebar. Good call, Scott.

BufBloPoFo r3. You can write about anything, but I'll post a daily topic in case you need some motivation. If you have any ideas, post them on your blog and you might just get a visit from Ol’ Papa Plagiarismo.

BufBloPoFo r4. Share something substantial! Feel free to post a pic or a video or a link, but write a description to go along with it.

BufBloPoFo r5. No backdating, cheater.

So that’s the nitty gritty. I can’t think of anything else, but really that’s about as nitty as our gritty needs to be. Oh, if you want something to post on your blog, use this:


And if you want to print out the official BufBloPoFo Theme Song to hang up next to Samuel, use this:

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

He’s a patron saint of sorts. But more importantly, he has a funny name.

Alright, sweet – looks like I’ve got a few participants for BufBloPoFo. Frankly, I’m excited about it. See, if you’re being forced to blog daily, you can phone it in, and just say, “Well, I’d have been funnier if I had another day or two to iron the bugs out of that post.” Then you can stop and think to yourself, “Wait... do people iron bugs? That’d be gross.”

I was reading through my archives recently and noticed the throw-away posts were my most popular. When I only had a few minutes to write, I didn’t over-think anything (which is my tendency – I re-wrote this parenthetical three times) and typically came out with something genuine and at least slightly entertaining.

To me, anyway. And we all know I like to laugh at myself.

At any rate, I’ll post the guidelines for BufBloPoFo soon. Nothing really big, just lines by which you shall be guided. You know... guidelines. In the meantime, here’s a little flyer I made. If you could go ahead and print that out and post it at your place of work and/or business, that’d be greeeeat:


Sunday, February 17, 2008

Blahhhhg

Man, I suck at blogging. Remember when I blogged? Blogblogblog.

Not that I have anything earth shattering to discuss today, but boy, I should just check in every so often right? Okay, here, quick like bunny, are the first ten things to pop into my mind:

1. I bought an awesome new desk chair. It’s awesome. It’s The Mike Garvey’s Awesome Desk ChairTM!
2. I’ve been listening to The Point soundtrack. So... much... nostalgia... I’d find a youtube video to post and completely blow your mind, but that doesn’t really fit into my first-ten-things schedule.
3. Boobs.
4. Bar prep isn’t as bad as I’ve made it out to be. Yes, I’m terrified, but I’ve gotten pretty good at ignoring my professor’s threats and focusing on the five minutes of actual, substantial instruction she provides in each class.
5. My friend, Jen, invited me to her aerobics class this past week. I learned a lot. For instance, the word “aerobic” is latin for “Jen will kick the ever living shit out of you.”
6. Ah, um... geez, am I running out of thoughts already? I saw Goodfellas for the first time ever last week. Hells YES.
7. I want a new template for this blog so bad. With a few tweeks, this might work.
8. Cecilia lent me the first two seasons of Weeds and I burned (wakka wakka) through the first season in no time flat. Why can’t all television be this good?
9. I like when gum is old and brittle. It shatters when you bite into it, but then reverts to gum after you chew it for a few seconds. Like magic, it is.

And 10. Now how hard was that? Would anyone be interested in a local, abbreviated, and very unofficial NaBloPoMo? That’s where you commit to posting something substantial on your blog every day for an entire month, but we’d probably keep ours to two weeks. As I’ve said, I suck at blogging.

It doesn’t have to be Shakespeare; any of the nine thoughts above could be stretched into its own post. Especially #3. Maybe not #9.

Let’s say March 1st through March 14th?

We’d call it BufBloPoFo (Buffalo Blog Posting Fortnight), but all Lockportians, New Yorkerainians, Bostoners, Chicagoillians, Connecticutians, and other foreigners are welcome to join in too.

Thoughts?

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Two lawyers walk into a... oh, you know.

I’m in my last semester before graduation, which means I’m in my last semester before I start studying for the bar.

Let me repeat that: “FOR. THE. BAR, BITCHES.”

Those who know me know I have a sliiiiiight tendency to look on the sour side of life. I get worked up too much and too quickly over things that, if I’m honest, I’d admit I’m pretty good at. I freaked over trial tech and blew it out of the water. I stressed over getting a clerkship last summer and ended up winning the second year law student’s equivalent of the effing lottery. Et cetera.

Keeping that in mind, it’s probably a good idea for me to think elsewhere, when it comes to the bar. It’s going to happen. I’m going to take it one way or another, pass or fail. No reason for me to get an ulcer before true bar prep really begins.

I mean, for instance, it would probably be a bad idea for me to take a bar preparation course right now. Studying doesn’t really begin until after graduation, so if I were to take a bar course RIGHT NOW, well, that’d be an entire semester of stress (a stressmester) that no one really needs. That’d be stupid. Silly, even.

Sooooooo, I started a bar prep course last week, and sure as shapiro, the stress levels are a-risin’.

And of course, the teacher isn’t allowing me to ignore my tendency to freak out as much as I would like. So far, every day has been one quarter How To Not Totally Fuck Up When You Take The Bar and three quarters Let Me Tell You Why You Are Going To Fuck Up When You Take The Bar. It’s like every day I work hard to learn how to be a pirate and then someone tells me “Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.”

Oh, and these two are in my class too. And, because I know you've been waiting two years for a follow up: they haven't gotten any better. The bitches.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

A pic fix

Holy crapity doo-dah, “busy” doesn’t begin to describe it. Until I can post for reals, here are some pics (as requested by Patty, who personally won the Super Bowl).

Maeve is getting so big, it breaks my heart. Every morning over the last week or so, she’s split her time between watching Diego and watching me get ready for school. This morning, she actually followed me, step for step, until I put a lady bug rain coat on her and took her with me. (No, not to school, but to Gramma Day Care.)

Gramma recently took Miss Maeve to the zoo, where she was most interested in the gorillas and the kangaroos. (I mean, who isn’t?) Here she is looking at either a bunch of fresh water fish, or her own reflection:


Maeve has also started day care (that’s another post for another day when I don’t mind getting buckets of tears on the keyboard). This was her getting ready for her first day.


And we all know our first-day-of-school outfit should always double as a pre-lunch snack.


Addie has also grown. In the time it took me to write that last sentence, she graduated high school and college and is now considering retirement plans. These two pics were taken this morning, when she was still my li’l Addiepants (DISCLAIMER: they will melt your face with cuteness.):