Nothing against a little skinny dipping.  Generally a big fan, as long as its time and place appropriate.  But when you ignore the security officer trying to shoo you away, then push his cart into your pond of choice, don’t be so stupid as to leave your clothes and ID behind.  Just saying.

Not that I would wish this on anyone, but if you ever find yourself in Bakersfield looking for BBQ, Fabious’!  Start with the Elvira Sampler, which Fabious proudly told me Saturday night was named after his beautiful wife, and just keep eating until you can’t move anymore.  And while I can’t make any recommendations about improving the eatings, will somebody please make the man a decent website?

Of all the characters in American cinema I want to see perform on-screen nudity, he isn’t on the list.  [via]  Some things are best not just left to the imagination, but never to be imagined.

Do I continue to work at the desk, maintaining the delusion that people will actually ‘get back to me’ on a Friday, or is it time for the law firm to invoke a mandatory poolside siesta?  Hmmm.  Actually, I think the question is already answered, but if anyone wants to confirm the obvious for me, go ahead.

How often do the paths of gluttony and charity intersect?  Well, tomorrow, for starters.  That’s Thursday, April 26, 2007, for those of you not reading along as I type.

Dining Out For Life.  The concept is simple: eat out, pay your bill, and then the restaurant or bar gives 25% of the check to HIV/AIDS programs.  So why not take the opportunity to buy another round and know it’s for a good cause?  As a new resident of San Diego’s northern burbs, I’m a bit disappointed that most of the participating restaurants are downtown (no HIV here in the burbs, dontcha know?), but what are a few more carbon emissions when karma is at stake?

Still feeling really good from yesterday.  I started off trying to be humble, but as a Cal Football fan, I should have realized instantly that not giving away the game in the final seconds still counts as a W.  The client is very happy both with the outcome and me, so why shouldn’t I be happy as well? 

I have a lot of work to do to recover the time lost to two unscheduled hearings 70+ miles north of here, but still needed to take a nice long swim this morning and let the mind drift back to center.  Today’s mantras:  Life does not revolve around the family squabbles of others.  The little black line eventually leads you smack into a wall if you stop paying attention to details.  There is an inverse correlation between quantity of clothing and mental well being.  Sunshine good.  The mind might not be completely centered yet, but it’s getting there.

This morning’s hearing in Farm County went well, even though the hearing never took place.  The same attorney who caused the delays last Wednesday was today confronted with another omission that was going to cause a delay of months.  All you law students take note: Notice is important.  I’d love to take credit, but the judge caught it and I didn’t.  Regardless, the matter is settled; my clients are happy and hers are not.  Temper tantrums are never pretty.

Friday was spent in Farm Country, and the experience sucked the life out of the week and the joy out of living.  If this case ever ends I may post some details about it, but not yet.

 Saturday was spent doing things around the house, burning off some tension at the gym, and going to a concert in North Park in the evening.  The show was great, as always, but in a moment of geekdom, some of the biggest applause of the night was for the announcement that Nichelle Nichols will be narrating the SDMC‘s June concert, Sing for the Cure.

Sunday involved gluttony at a small breakfast place in Carlsbad, a walk on the beach, some photography that’s generally not worth posting, more gluttony, and some contemplation of why I take litigation cases when they always eventually rip apart my attempts to have a personal life.  Quicken answered the question for me.

Tomorrow I’m heading to Farm Country again.  Yippee.

Stomach’s rumbling, but the instant I get up to deal with it, the phone’s going to ring and the conference call that’s already twenty-six eight minutes late is going to start. 

Me likey.