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You'd think ten hours of staring at a screen over two straight afternoons, on topics as scintillating as the drying point of paint, would be enough to feed one's habit.
No, these enablers are good. Just when you get near the end of your credit-hour high, your dealer slips in and tells you there's ANOTHER hour, just three days later, on a useful but even drier subportion of material already in Death Valley humidity range, that you can get an hour of credit for and it's F-R-E-E FREE!
Once again turning to Tom Lehrer, that noted bard of the education brigade, in his classic (and public-domained) tune "The Old Dope Peddler":
♫He gives the kids free samples
Because he knows full well
That today's young innocent faces
Will be tomorrow's clientele♫
So, yeah,daddy-trustee-yo! Lay that sweet CLE on me again!
They even made it difficult, just to build up the antici.... pation. Although one of my pushers promised to send a link out during her Tuesday spiel, I had nothing by the time I ended my second straight five-hour stint. I frantically emailed her assistant looking for a score, and got an away message. Then I was promised one from a third member of the cartel, which finally showed up late yesterday... except without a link or a time. Just page after page of blindingly boring materials and the blank form to receive my 1/24th of a supply.
Finally, it arrived just after 9 this morning, and I had to wait until noon for my precious hour. Worse, unlike my most recent Zoom fix, this one was on Teams. The clock was close to strikin' and my laptop was doing nothing but farting, and then came the dreaded message:
Restart button hit. Same message. Found the signout thing and ran around in Microcircles for what seemed an eternity, but then, at last, a PowerPoint of dull and four of my BFFs on the bottom. The rest of us were muted and unseen, so they couldn't see me scratching my neck and downing munchies to get through this final hour.
I know I have a problem. I know there is a Higher Power that I can turn to. I know I need to make amends to all the presenters I ignored, and even cursed for making "Yankees" the code word to put on the form for credit.
Will you sponsor me? (After I inject my final eight or so credits, anyway;)
----
At least I took care of most of my biennial ethics requirement earlier in the week, and prior courses may have done me for the entire cycle. Pity not all the lawyers were that good. For the Appellate Division of State Supreme Court just issued an order duly suspending one Roodles "The Clown" Giuliani from the practice of law. You'll need Adobe Reader for that link to work, and it may open as a separate download rather than in its own window or tab.
In short, the court called him out for his repeated and unrecanted lying, to numerous tribunals and other public gatherings, about the outcome of the 2020 election. For a guy to take a position that "the other side didn't follow the rules," he'd better be pretty sure he's following all the rules himself- and "not lying like such a sack of shit a plumber is called to snake you out" is one of the primary ones.
Naturally, he and his minions have called this a violation of his First Amendment rights and a hit job by leftist Democrat judges. That sounds like the talk of someone who doesn't know what he's talking about. Appellate Division justices here have a strange pedigree: they must first be elected to the trial level of State Supreme Court by voters in their judicial districts, ranging in size from one county (New York) as in the First District/Department, to eight or more counties in the hinterlands such as here. The Guv then elevates particularly distinguished jurists from the trial bench to one of the four intermediate level appellate courts in the state. Cuomo, like his father before him, has named judges from both of the two major parties, and in the majority of elections I've voted in here, judges are often endorsed by both, particularly on re-election. So calling it a political hit job is about as accurate as what happened when Roodles's client tried to get six Republicans on the Supreme Court, three of whom he appointed himself, to buy his bullshit about the election. Wait, none of them did buy it.
Oh well. While his suspension is pending, he's got plenty of time to catch up on his CLE courses. Psst, over here, Roodles. Wanna score some sweet credit on monthly operating reports?
You'd think ten hours of staring at a screen over two straight afternoons, on topics as scintillating as the drying point of paint, would be enough to feed one's habit.
No, these enablers are good. Just when you get near the end of your credit-hour high, your dealer slips in and tells you there's ANOTHER hour, just three days later, on a useful but even drier subportion of material already in Death Valley humidity range, that you can get an hour of credit for and it's F-R-E-E FREE!
Once again turning to Tom Lehrer, that noted bard of the education brigade, in his classic (and public-domained) tune "The Old Dope Peddler":
♫He gives the kids free samples
Because he knows full well
That today's young innocent faces
Will be tomorrow's clientele♫
So, yeah,
They even made it difficult, just to build up the antici.... pation. Although one of my pushers promised to send a link out during her Tuesday spiel, I had nothing by the time I ended my second straight five-hour stint. I frantically emailed her assistant looking for a score, and got an away message. Then I was promised one from a third member of the cartel, which finally showed up late yesterday... except without a link or a time. Just page after page of blindingly boring materials and the blank form to receive my 1/24th of a supply.
Finally, it arrived just after 9 this morning, and I had to wait until noon for my precious hour. Worse, unlike my most recent Zoom fix, this one was on Teams. The clock was close to strikin' and my laptop was doing nothing but farting, and then came the dreaded message:
Restart button hit. Same message. Found the signout thing and ran around in Microcircles for what seemed an eternity, but then, at last, a PowerPoint of dull and four of my BFFs on the bottom. The rest of us were muted and unseen, so they couldn't see me scratching my neck and downing munchies to get through this final hour.
I know I have a problem. I know there is a Higher Power that I can turn to. I know I need to make amends to all the presenters I ignored, and even cursed for making "Yankees" the code word to put on the form for credit.
Will you sponsor me? (After I inject my final eight or so credits, anyway;)
----
At least I took care of most of my biennial ethics requirement earlier in the week, and prior courses may have done me for the entire cycle. Pity not all the lawyers were that good. For the Appellate Division of State Supreme Court just issued an order duly suspending one Roodles "The Clown" Giuliani from the practice of law. You'll need Adobe Reader for that link to work, and it may open as a separate download rather than in its own window or tab.
In short, the court called him out for his repeated and unrecanted lying, to numerous tribunals and other public gatherings, about the outcome of the 2020 election. For a guy to take a position that "the other side didn't follow the rules," he'd better be pretty sure he's following all the rules himself- and "not lying like such a sack of shit a plumber is called to snake you out" is one of the primary ones.
Naturally, he and his minions have called this a violation of his First Amendment rights and a hit job by leftist Democrat judges. That sounds like the talk of someone who doesn't know what he's talking about. Appellate Division justices here have a strange pedigree: they must first be elected to the trial level of State Supreme Court by voters in their judicial districts, ranging in size from one county (New York) as in the First District/Department, to eight or more counties in the hinterlands such as here. The Guv then elevates particularly distinguished jurists from the trial bench to one of the four intermediate level appellate courts in the state. Cuomo, like his father before him, has named judges from both of the two major parties, and in the majority of elections I've voted in here, judges are often endorsed by both, particularly on re-election. So calling it a political hit job is about as accurate as what happened when Roodles's client tried to get six Republicans on the Supreme Court, three of whom he appointed himself, to buy his bullshit about the election. Wait, none of them did buy it.
Oh well. While his suspension is pending, he's got plenty of time to catch up on his CLE courses. Psst, over here, Roodles. Wanna score some sweet credit on monthly operating reports?