With all due respect to the Washington Post, I somehow doubt that Sonia Sotomayor "calls herself a 'Newyorkrican'." I would happily believe that she describes herself as a Nuyorican, though.

Of tangential fannish interest, she was district judge for Castle Rock, an important copyright case centered on an unauthorized Sienfeld trivia book which the publisher unsuccessfully defended as fair use. This guy (former counsel for FOX and NBC) seems to think, based on her ruling, "that copyright owners should have nothing to fear from, and should probably be quite pleased with, President Obama's pick." While Sotomayor deemed the trivia book to be transformative, that factor alone was not sufficient to warrant protection as fair use: "the crux of the fair use analysis remains: the Court must proceed with a careful consideration of the remaining three factors, while merely granting defendants an advantage at the outset."

The tradeoff in eschewing a television set and cable for online TV and torrents is that I don't get to watch most shows until the day after they air. But my fannish circadian rhythm never seems to catch on or up to my delayed circumstances. So I keep looking forward to tonight's So You Think You Can Dance until I remember that I won't be able to watch it until tomorrow night at the earliest.

And I won't be able to watch Sunday's big season finale of The Hills in real time, which somehow feels important. Then again, everybody already knows what's going to happen because it's already happened and been thoroughly dissected in tabloids and gossip websites. It's Lauren's final episode on the show, guaranteeing heartfelt goodbyes and mascaraed tears; Heidi and Spencer get married, this time for real [do I even need to insert 'sic' here?]; Lauren does go to their wedding after all; and Lauren's erstwhile Laguna Beach rival Kristin Cavallari shows up to catch the bouquet, symbolizing her debut replacing Lauren as the show's lead next season. The scripted entertainment concept of being spoiled for the ending seems all too tame and innocent for this deja vu scenario; the genius of The Hills is that it will somehow end up being riveting nonetheless.

In the meantime, I'll have to entertain myself with a delayed viewing of Monday's season premiere of Jon & Kate Plus 8, which apparently isn't an instructional-aspirational lifestyle show about a couple that likes to throw dinner parties. Instead it's a suburban pseudokink psychodrama.

...I think I'm going to try to read more this summer.