Way to go Alito! and other important things to say
I just read this fabulous bit of news!
I'm thrilled.
Alito met his confirmation with just about none of the fanfare that befell Chief Justice Roberts and poor Harriet Meiers. I did not have much faith in his independence from La Bushie. I mean, c'mon, the man is famous for his political hack-ivism. Harriet Meiers? So, considering what a staunch supporter of the Death Penalty that La Bushie is, this case kind of proves that Alito is not in his back pocket.
My dear friend from high school called the other day, wanting to know if I'd be willing to talk to her niece about Notre Dame. She's a high school freshman and wants to go to a "small, Catholic school that has a marching band."
I really had to try hard to not say, "How about Boston College?" It wasn't that hard because my bigger question was, "Didn't you say she was a freshman?" My advice to freshmen in high school is to get the grades, no matter what college they think they want to go to. All schools look for good grades. You can't go wrong with good grades. You like sports? Play 'em. Like music? Join the choir or band. Like animals? Volunteer at the SPCA. Do what you like to do. But most importantly, just get good grades.
My second piece of advice? Choose a school with lots of programs. How can you possibly know what you want to study when you're in high school? I started as an art major, switched to engineering, then decided to add film. A decade after high school and I still don't know what I want to do. So, yeah, pick a university.
Speaking of advice, I hate getting advice, tips, pointers, suggestions, or criticism from people who don't know any better than I do. I'll take unsolicited advice from people who know what they're talking about. Those are people, in my mind, who have spent at least a full, uninterrupted year doing whatever it is that they're expounding on.
Everybody else, you just think you know what you're talking about.
I loathe health insurance companies. I had a cyst. It was removed this morning. Kind of painful, a little unsettling, but I'm just fine. But, see, in order for the doctor to remove the cyst, he had to remove the mole that was sitting on top of it. He did not realize this until after he tried to remove the cyst. I went in to have a cyst removed, so he did what he had to do in order to remove the cyst. Well, that meant removing the mole because it was cost-effective and safer for me. What's wrong with that, you ask? While my doctor was filling out the chart and paperwork, there was a sharp intake of breath, followed by, "You have Mega? Ummmm...we'll send this to a different pathologist to save you some money. It'll just take a little longer." My Fabulous Insurance Company will cover the removal of a cyst, but not a mole, unless its malignant, but it won't cover the testing for malignancy, unless it's malignant, and you can't test for malignancy unless you remove the mole. Makes perfect sense.
I'm thrilled.
Alito met his confirmation with just about none of the fanfare that befell Chief Justice Roberts and poor Harriet Meiers. I did not have much faith in his independence from La Bushie. I mean, c'mon, the man is famous for his political hack-ivism. Harriet Meiers? So, considering what a staunch supporter of the Death Penalty that La Bushie is, this case kind of proves that Alito is not in his back pocket.
My dear friend from high school called the other day, wanting to know if I'd be willing to talk to her niece about Notre Dame. She's a high school freshman and wants to go to a "small, Catholic school that has a marching band."
I really had to try hard to not say, "How about Boston College?" It wasn't that hard because my bigger question was, "Didn't you say she was a freshman?" My advice to freshmen in high school is to get the grades, no matter what college they think they want to go to. All schools look for good grades. You can't go wrong with good grades. You like sports? Play 'em. Like music? Join the choir or band. Like animals? Volunteer at the SPCA. Do what you like to do. But most importantly, just get good grades.
My second piece of advice? Choose a school with lots of programs. How can you possibly know what you want to study when you're in high school? I started as an art major, switched to engineering, then decided to add film. A decade after high school and I still don't know what I want to do. So, yeah, pick a university.
Speaking of advice, I hate getting advice, tips, pointers, suggestions, or criticism from people who don't know any better than I do. I'll take unsolicited advice from people who know what they're talking about. Those are people, in my mind, who have spent at least a full, uninterrupted year doing whatever it is that they're expounding on.
Everybody else, you just think you know what you're talking about.
I loathe health insurance companies. I had a cyst. It was removed this morning. Kind of painful, a little unsettling, but I'm just fine. But, see, in order for the doctor to remove the cyst, he had to remove the mole that was sitting on top of it. He did not realize this until after he tried to remove the cyst. I went in to have a cyst removed, so he did what he had to do in order to remove the cyst. Well, that meant removing the mole because it was cost-effective and safer for me. What's wrong with that, you ask? While my doctor was filling out the chart and paperwork, there was a sharp intake of breath, followed by, "You have Mega? Ummmm...we'll send this to a different pathologist to save you some money. It'll just take a little longer." My Fabulous Insurance Company will cover the removal of a cyst, but not a mole, unless its malignant, but it won't cover the testing for malignancy, unless it's malignant, and you can't test for malignancy unless you remove the mole. Makes perfect sense.
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