Sunday, December 17, 2006

 

Tuesday is going to be THE greatest day ever!



Not all moments are equal, and some days just are larger than others. Tuesday promises to be one of those rockin' good days.

First of all I'm having lunch with GED3, and we all know how great a meal with him can be! Hey, hey, heyyy! Then, Crim Prac is going to be excellent on Tuesday. Like most of the best days in that class, I'm calling in reinforcements, and on Tuesday we will hear from one of the best teachers I know.

Then, there's about nine hours of voir dire exercises for practice court.

But after that, at 7:30, I'm speaking to the Christian Legal Society in room 120. I've wanted to do this for a long time, and I'm really looking forward to talking about faith, vocation, and the law.

Then, to wrap up the whole day, Bates and I are raising money for Mission Waco by kickin' butt and takin' names (and money) on the Cricket's foosball tables. That starts at nine.

Then once that is done, I was thinking of a few quick sets of tennis.

Comments:
Where did the phrase "kickin' butt (or ass) and taken names come from?"
 
From: http://forum.wordreference.com/archive/index.php/t-42856.html

"As a "military brat" during my entire childhood, and one who has run afoul of the military police my share of times-- I can answer this one with authority. This is indeed a military term, specifically Navy, and the exact unit is the Navy military police, or Shore Patrol.

When the Fleet is in town, it is the job of the SP to patrol and manage crimes and other behavioral problems of Naval personnel, preferably before they happen-- but to deal with them effectively when they do happen.

As things have evolved, the line between prevention and cure becomes very blurred when the SP wade into a barroom brawl and break it up. So does the line between behavioral problem and crime. Many unwritten rules and areas of "understanding" exist. The relationship between the SP and the rest of the service can be adversarial, even hostile at times-- so a greatly-outnumbered squad of SP goons has to behave with tact and discretion.

So most of the time a ruckus is broken up, distance is created between the warring parties, and the matter is forgotten. The rupture point comes when a sailor persists in his infractions, or expresses his defiance a little to openly. In such cases, the possibility looms that backup will be called for, and a wagon or two of swabbies will be hauled to the brig.

In this interval of looming, there is a failsafe measure, where the SP will sequester the "ringleaders" and confiscate their ID cards long enough to make official note of who they are. Once this process is started, people down the pecking-order of wrongdoing will tend to calm down a bit, even disperse.

That's because there's a huge difference between showing up at first call with a black eye and a fat lip-- and being written up for the offence. In the first case people spread the news about your ruckus, in the second it is read out at the muster, and the duty officer will then very possibly see to it that the incident goes into the permanent records of the people involved.

That will just depend, of course, on how lightly the wayward deck apes and anchor-crankers tread during the next watch. Good behavior, the report gets a general filing, stays in the morning report as a list of names. Act up or annoy the watch commander in any way, and your name goes into your record-- you may even be called before a board in an "article 15" to be judged and possibly reprimanded. Enough of these article 15s and the quality of your discharge can be compromised. An honorable discharge is not that difficult to get out with-- why screw up bad enough to have to face the private-sector job hunt with a general, less-than-desirable or even a dishonorable?

A returning squad of SP knuckle-draggers might be asked how the night went, by their relief, who are assuming the next watch-- how did it go? I heard there was a real rumble.

Oh yeah there was, at Gentleman Johnny's. We kicked ass, though-- and we took names.

A certain type of squid gets billeted as a Shore Patrolman, the sort who would chortle like Beavis & Butthead at this point, with high fives all around."
 
That was worth reading just to pick up the term "Anchor-crankers."

I'm going to use it often. i.e., "No one has seen IPLawguy all day, but he is kind of an anchor-cranker." Or, "I heard that back in college, Tydwbleach was a real anchor-cranker!"
 
I wish I had been more of an anchor-cracker as a youth. I mostly followed convention. I did my share of stupid stuff, but didn't have enough adventures.

When college students come to see me about law school I tell them to go off and try something else for a while. From now on I'll say, go off and crack some anchors.
 
IPLawguy--

It's "anchor-cranker," not "anchor-cracker!" I suppose an anchor-cracker would be a rebel, breaking up anchors and so forth, but an "anchor-cranker" sounds more like someone who tediously obeys orders.
 
I never said I wanted to be an Anchor Cranker, or any kind of Cranker. You're the one who seems to be interested in that.

But after finally finishing all the idiotic questions on my self evaluation form, I definitely feel like cracking open an Anchor Steam or cranking up the tunes and rocking out a little.
 
I can see you are looking forward to 9 hours of voir dire as much as I am
 
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