This makes me want to curse and scream at the injustice of it all. I’m very sorry about your friend.

When I get to “liberal media,” I stop reading.

GODDAMMIT WHY DID I CLICK THAT. JUST WHY.

Attorney here, but I don’t do this kind of work. I assume this is posturing on Winston’s part, since having an actual trial would be a nightmare for him. I’m sure his victim would relish the opportunity to present her side with a lower burden of proof than in the criminal case.

I would hug you if I could. That’s crappy.

Revenge is a dish best served cold. Your move, dad.

My father, who loves me more than anything, and is the loveliest person in the world along with my biggest supporter, can also hew me in half unintentionally.

Oof. I’m An Old, so a couple of things stick out to me. I was bused in high school across town to an unfamiliar school. This was 1979-80 and I was part of the forced desegregation movement. I get my first crush on a sophomore. We were in marching band together. I only had a few friends, consisting of the other bused…

Thanks, and thanks! I assumed it was said in fun.

#NotAllAttorneys! Court-appointed defense attorney here working with families involved with Child Protective Services. You’re either calm, kind, and compassionate (with good boundaries) or you are washed out immediately.

I’m almost there. Next June. Here I come.

• Wear burnt orange or I’ll start calling you Bevo.

This. My now-adult stepdaughter was this way as a child. It drove me batshit crazy. Planning meals when the kids were with us was a nightmare. My daughter, who is a few years older, ate just about anything. She was introduced to a wide variety of foods and was a good eater.

I was scanning the article quickly chanting, “let it be the dude...let it be the dude...”

It’s difficult to find the words to express how much I enjoy Midweek Madness. Which is saying something, since I’m a lawyer and get paid to speak about random shit off the cuff.

Saturday when Texas beat Oklahoma. They were burnt-orange tears of joy.

No St. Germain with white wine? FUCK YOU

UT alumna here. I’m aghast at this new law. Some of those classrooms are huge, and you’re in the mix with all kinds of other students. People get in fistfights on campus over who had the right-of-way on their bike. (I saw this happen myself during my time on the 40 Acres.) Imagine if one of the cyclists were packing…

A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Hook ‘em! All the livelong day!

I met Shasta once—I was a high school band nerd and had aspirations of being in the Longhorn Band in college. So I got to work the sideline crew for LHB at the Houston game. Shasta must have been drugged out of her gourd. She walked the sidelines following her wagon. Like, fixated on it, just walking behind it.…