I may not get through the whole thing tonight, but I'm now watching KWAIDAN.

Happy 21st birthday to my oldest daughter, Sofya. I miss the little girl she was, but I am so proud of the woman she has become. Love you, behbeh.

What an absolute joke of a country.

I've placed a curse on him and his family until the end of time. You don't steal balls from kids, but ESPECIALLY from little girls!!!

There are objectively worse people in the world (Hitler, Pol Pot, maybe others) but nothing activates a Pavlovian anger response in me more than adult men stealing home run balls from children

Something from the '70s: Me letting everyone know there will be no bullshit on my watch.

AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Just getting onto Bluesky tonight to see the awful news that someone cheated on Megan Thee Stallion.

I want to be the official Puncher of People Who Park Like Assholes.

The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou and Godzilla.

Got body shamed this morning. That was cool.

I will forever have a thing for Mary McCormack.

I’m hearing a lot of “not all men” WRT to the 62 million views on the rape academy sites. You know what, it is all men until it’s no men.

That right there is an A. I'm not even going to argue about an assignment that I think she graded incorrectly. An A is an A. Now I'm off until June 1st.

This is Jeff; he was my cousin. I loved this guy when I was a kid. He was a firefighter and EMT. I'd go visit him at the fire hall and he'd let me climb on all the trucks, play in the ambulance, and obviously do every kid's dream: slide down the fire pole. He died two weeks ago. RIP, Jeff.

Talkin' about himself.

I did not expect to be learning about tree law at 6:58 a.m. on a Saturday.

Good morning. It's too early to be awake on a Saturday morning.

I have submitted my last two assignments for the semester. Now I can relax until June. Well, I'll be able to relax once the last *six* assignments I turned in are graded.

Which came first, the chicken or the egg? I egged the chicken, then I ate his leg.

My gf is currently stuck in a tornado in Iowa. She is on her way to an ASL retreat. She pulled into someone's yard for shelter. Another car pulled in, too. The driver showed his phone and it said, "I'm deaf and I'm scared." He's on his way to the same retreat. She is very scared.

My stepson asked to watch INTERSTELLAR tonight. He's never seen it, or me ugly cry...he's about to see both.

I had to take a survey on my core character strength as one of my final assignments of the semester. Yes, I'm hilarious; but this being the top strength that I now have to write about in an immigration law class is kind of depressing. Like I should be representing people while dressed like Krusty.

The portfolio I'm submitting as part of my capstone is...not great. Or maybe it's fine. I don't know. Life is sort of falling apart at the wrong moment.

I have a few more assignments to turn in before Sunday's 11 p.m. end-of-semester deadline. I think I'll make it. Unfortunately, it looks like I'll end this module with a B.

Another post-season shitting of the bed by Michigan hockey. Yes, they made the Frozen Four, but they haven't been to the title game in 15 years, and haven't won it since '98. This was their year...again. Then it wasn't...again.

We cannot be held hostage by this fucker any longer. We'll just be back here in two weeks.

Everyone in my texts laughing at the gallows humor.

Is it even worth it to do homework today?

I wrote up a quick, needed piece related to this: www.lawdork.com/p/donald-tru...

A good song for today. youtu.be/lz24W6CQ0HI?...

Fuck yeah!!!!!!! National. Champions. Go Blue!!!!!!!!!

Fuck off, Dan Hurley.

I need this to end!!!!!!!

Come on, Michigan.

I need this game to be over because 4 a.m. is going to come earlier than usual.

We're going to have to make some big adjustments at halftime. Calm down and play your game.

Live by the 3, die by the 3. Michigan needs to start hitting 'em if they're going to win this.

I hated Dan Hurley when he played at Seton Hall, and I hate him coaching at UCONN.

We're looking a little off tonight. This is not the night to be off.

Mara is not looking great inside, but once he gets hot, UCONN will be in trouble.

I am nervous for this game.

Me watching my Wolverines smoke Arizona last night.

Jesus used to poop. Happy Easter.

I trust Anna Bower, yet I still can't believe this is real.

That post can't be real, right?

Either that was the loudest thunder I've ever heard, or a bomb just went off in my backyard.

We learned this week, after five weeks of assignments going ungraded, that the university forgot to tell the professor that she was our professor.