“‘Your internet connection is unstable.’ Yeah, so am I, you ain’t special.” —me talking to my computer this afternoon just before suddenly becoming very aware that I was mid-class with my mic on
I told my 9yo son the “I can’t operate on him; he’s my son” riddle the other day, and it went like this:
Me: …so how is that poss—
9yo: It’s his mom.
Me: Yeah.
9yo:
Me: Or his other dad, I guess.
9yo: Right.
Me:
9yo: I don’t get how it’s a riddle.
I took a professional headshot for my faculty portrait (for the law school website) and then ordered & completed a paint-by-numbers version of it. It is currently in the attic, where I’m waiting for it to take on all my sins. Good news is the pfp hasn’t changed so i’m solid
Spoiler alert for today’s NYT Connections. But seriously: what the hell games are three of these? Charades, sure. But werewolf? There’s a “classic party game” called werewolf??
When I die I want to come back as a ghost to haunt my adult children’s houses, just passive-aggressively turning off lights they’ve left on and pointedly moving their shoes to the shoe cabinet, just heavily sighing the whole time
Law professors, a real kindness you can do for your students: find a way to casually pronounce aloud any terms that might be new to them before they have to say them aloud in front of their peers.