Sunday, February 22, 2009

Law School Roundup #161

Welcome to Law School Roundup #161. It's been an 80's flashback week here in the But No Thanks household, so consider yourself warned.

Without further ado, here's this week's selection of posts from law students aspiring, recovering, and still avoiding their homework by watching The Princess Bride again:

Inconceivable! Research, old-school style (Terra Nullius)

Not quite. A haiku on property. (Law School Haiku)

"There's not a lot of money in revenge": Law schools are also feeling the pinch. A word of advice: work as a henchman pays the bills. (The Shark)

Rodents of Unusual Size: Sometimes, the boss is really just a rat. (A New Duck)

"You were not hired for your brains, you hippopotamic land mass"
: Luke Gilman on performance enhancing nerd drugs. (The Blawgraphy)

"You rush a miracle man, you get rotten miracles": A reflection on the long journey through law school (Magic Cookie).

Call in the Brute Squad:
A security incident in the library (No. 634)

Wuv, Twuw Wuv: Stepping off the soapbox for a moment at the request of a good friend. (Virigin in the Volacano).

"Have you ever considered piracy? You'd make a wonderful Dread Pirate Roberts.": Getting creative with job search strategies in a tough market. (Butterflyfish)

"If we only had a wheelbarrow, that would be something": Searching for advice on how to attack the problem of law school doldrums (Laughing: With Or At You)

Six Fingered Men: Dealing with the charmers that attend law school (Delicious Torts)

My name is Inigo Montoya...You killed my fun, prepare to be mooted (Love Won't Get You On The Bus)

Look for next week's roundup at the Legal Underground, and then back here again in 2 weeks. If you want to be added to the blog roll, but don't see yourself up there, shoot me an email and we'll get you on the wall of dis-honor.



Butterflyfish said...


Philosofya said...

They really did kill my fun. :(
Esp. my moot court partner. But more on her another day.

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