Maybe it's a Colbert Blog

I'm headed to New York City in a little over a month.  And in the midst of the horror (not an exaggeration) that is studying for the Bar Exam, a sense of giddiness creeps in from time to time.  I feel like I'm finally taking the tiniest of baby steps towards being the great traveler I always knew I should be.

That occasional giddiness is constantly overcome by the immense gratitude I have for great, dear friends who are making it all happen.  I am so blessed...and you will be too if you ever run into any legal trouble (you all know who you are).

This trip was meant to be a post-graduation celebration, and when I was deciding where to go, I had three main ideas: a trip to Orlando and Harry Potter World, a week in San Diego to learn to surf, or New York City to see Stephen Colbert.  New York City it is...and Stephen Colbert it will be.  It's happening, people. Show tickets are in hand, plans are made, now all I need is the perfect question to pose during the pre-show (out-of-character!) question and answer session.

This is the year I see all my favorite, famous people.  Well, it's really just been Stephen and The Killers, but come on, who else is there?

I'll be honest, I wrote this post because of the clip below.  While I am so excited to see all the history and awesomeness that is New York, this clip reminds me why I wanted to go in the first place.  I wanted to go so I could see someone I admire.  You all know how I gush and make googly-eyes at...well, Stephen and The Killers (among others), but beyond all that gushing and googly-eyeing is plain admiration and respect.  With Stephen Colbert, it's his intelligence, humor, and humanity that I particularly admire...and it's all here in this clip.  I only just watched it tonight.  I knew it was there, but I also knew it would be sad...and it is, but so very sweet and human.  I can't wait to see him.

Tasmanian Lament

I'm not sure that you are allowed to lament the death of a Tasmanian Devil if you are the asshole that injected it with face cancer.

This article talks all about Cedric, a famed Tasmanian Devil that may have been immune to a facial cancer that is wiping out the species.  Sad, right?  Didn't know Tasmanian Devil's suffered from a contagious face cancer transmitted through their bites, did you? 

Turns out he wasn't immune to face cancer after all...oops!  Too bad, they didn't figure that out before injecting him with the disease.  But really, how are you gonna know if any of them are immune until you inject every last one of them.  Seems like good science to me.  RIGHT?! 

Where exactly is the logic behind injecting an at-risk animal with the disease that is putting it at risk.  And now you're sad that he's dead...BOO-EFFING-HOO!  What did you think was gonna happen, you morons?!?  Here's a tip, why don't you turn your astute minds to pandas next, save us all a lot of grief.

Rant, complete.

An Albatross Around One's Neck

While commencing The Great Purge of 2010, I stumbled upon a blurb in an old Mother Jones magazine about photographer Chris Jordan, and his study of albatross chicks on Midway Atoll. Maybe it's because I have a strange urge to see an albatross in real life, or maybe it has to do with the Great Purge of 2010 and the unavoidable feelings of waste and guilt, but these photographs had me near tears. Taking a tour around his website is admittedly, depressing and gruesome, but I think it's terribly important stuff. You can argue all you like about the scientific veracity of Global Warming and climate change, but does it seem right to wreak this kind of damage if we don't have to? Anyways, these are just thoughts, not condemnations, but I think the age of me buying anything with a plastic, screw-top lid is over. Incidentally, the secondary definition of albatross in my copy of Webster's reads as follows...

2. a seemingly inescapable moral or emotional burden, as of guilt or responsibility. Often in the phrase an albatross around one's neck.

My New Catchphrase

"I'm so broke. If I were a superhero, my superpower would be being broke."

OMG!

I haven't had soda since January 12th!...this is worse than quitting smoking!