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60% of the incoming class of 1996 BEASTs (UCB/UCSF bioengineering Ph.D. students, that is) met up last Sunday evening at Art's Crab Shak in Oakland to catch up with each other. It's funny, i used to live not four blocks away from Art's, but when i was given the meet-up details i kept scratching my head going "Why does this place sound so damn familiar?" Anyway, Donna, Pete, Kathy, Michelle, Max, and i reminisced over several plates of crab, mushrooms, french fries, hush puppies, and jalapeno poppers, topped off with some peach cobbler. More nostalgia to put a wistful smile on Ted's face.
Law and Order is a dangerous little program. You sit down, flip through channels, and decide that since nothing else that's on is incredibly compelling, you'll give L&O a go. Especially since it just started so you don't have to do any detective work just to figure out what the heck everyone is talking about. Every time a commercial comes on, you tell yourself, "Oh, I'll go make dinner/do laundry/check my email during the next break", because you don't want to run the risk of missing any important information presented just after the commercial break. Next thing you know you're crying during the last five minutes as they come to the gut-wrenching climax and bittersweet denouement.
A Law and Order marathon on TNT? Oh man ... you're screwed.
(I kid because i care ... L&O really is a great show)
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