Me, thinking about the logistics of attending my sister’s Master’s hooding: I mean, how many times does your sister finish graduate school?

wait for it

Me: Three, if you’re my siblings. Hmm.

I would like to thank the fine people at Nintendo of America for making the Easter Bunny’s job much easier this year.

M: Did you get me the toys and candy? Me: What do you want the story to be, baby? M: I want it to be the Easter Bunny. Me: Okay. The Easter Bunny got them.

My kid, raised in a mostly secular witchy agnostic home but with a vague understanding of holiday stories, after I explain that the Pharisees in Jesus Christ Superstar are worried Jesus will get too much political power:

“Why would they be worried about a baby?”

My closest friends are now the crow who hangs out in my yard and the moon. Also, I received a shipment of crystal-infused bath products today so… Not getting LESS witchy in my middle age.

Spouse: So, how do I write up a plan for this research project?
Me: Step 1. Get a PhD. Just kidding! Read this one chapter - whoops, all of part II - whoops, all of part II and chapter 1 - of Creswell & Creswell.

πŸ––πŸ»πŸ“Ί This /Film review of #StarTrekPicard 2x07 verbalizes something that’s bothered me all season:

“Picard” has invented trauma for the character, just so there would be a reason for him to overcome it.

πŸ“Ί Blippi is like if someone fed Mr. Rogers several thousand Pixy Stix.

πŸ––πŸ»πŸ“Ί I’m not trying to spoil anybody for #StarTrekPicard but I would squee if we saw Mulder & Scully in the next episode. It won’t happen, but let me live in my headcanon.