"Just like John Wilkes Boothe, our prices will sneak up behind you and blow your brains out!"

Alright, today's rant is a lesson in etiquette. It surrounds a posting I have on craigslist selling a 32" HDTV for less than half of what I paid for it. Now originally I posted this tv for $750, as it's going for about $1000 still on the review sites. Not a bad deal I thought. I just need a little bit of spending cash for this holiday season, and lets face it if I'm going to pass law school a tv is the last thing I need. Well apparently craigslist nation did not think that my tv was worth $750. That's ok, first rule of bargaining is to shoot high. So I dropped it down to $650. That's a pretty substantial price reduction. All the while, I figured in my head I wouldn't go below $500 if it came down to it. Well, after a couple of days and a couple more price drops, here I am, my rock bottom price.

Now the holidays are coming up, who wouldn't like a LCD HDTV with wall mounts?! Apparently nobody, that's who. The only offer I got for my posting of a $500 tv was an email saying "the best I can offer is $250". Now if you've been paying attention and are somewhat decent at math, that's less than a quarter what I paid for a top brand HDTV. Basically came across as a slap in the face to me. Maybe I'm overreacting (anyone who knows me knows I'm highly capable of that) but I'm less inclined to haggle with someone who throws such a low-ball number at me. This isn't Crazy Brian's Bargain Bin Expo. I'm not walking around with a shoddy name tag with my name printed crooked and a comb-over trying to get the early morning bottom feeders to purchase a used pair of socks for fifty cents. Bush league lady, an offer like that is bush league.

But now the ball's in my court. I have her email address and she's awaiting my response. So many things I want to say. But I'm gonna let anyone who reads this submit a response you think I should go with. I'll pick one and let little miss ball buster have whats coming to her. Have fun with this one.

And thus begins the first of many incessant ramblings....

Well friends, if you're reading this it means one of two things: you have way too much free time on your hands and have nothing better to do than read this nonsense, or you stumbled upon this blog by accident (you were either looking for a niche funny blog or legal representation, we probably can't provide either for you). At any rate, glad you're here.

It's that time of the year when hundreds of law school students across the nation officially become hermits, that's right, finals time. Don't know how to identify a law student from the rest? Here's how; first, they will be pale. They haven't seen the light of day in a few weeks now but believe me, these vampires don't sparkle in the sunlight (on a side note, what happened to the vampires we grew up with? Dracula didn't sparkle in the daylight. He got shit done at night like a respectable nocturnal being. Twilight must be stopped). They'll most likely be hunched over carrying a stack full of hornbooks, UCC codes, and federal rules like it was their first born. Fashion? They have none. Don't have time to match clothes, they've got a strict schedule to adhere to and only 59 alloted minutes left for studying the flash cards they made before a 7 minute break for food, and then back to the library. You may try to say hi, but do so at your own risk. There's a 50/50 chance they'll either ignore you, or blurt out some random statement about an illusory promise because they've lost all social skills. But don't worry, in two weeks time they will once again begin to show their faces around town, and most likely over-indulge in all of the vices they have put on hold for the last few weeks.