Murder She Wrote "It's a Dog's Life" (1984)

Universal Backlot, Courthouse Square without the iconic clock tower topper.

There wasn’t an Extra Surprise Essay I needed to magically write stroking < stoking (let’s not make it weird even though that is apparently supposed to be the phrase wtf?) the academic ego of 4 strangers about their expertise while aligning myself with what values I can glean from their published writing (that part was just the first essay)- - that isn’t on the list (at least at the moment?)

I tweaked and submitted my resume (again again because the first two times it got lost and got to the wrong place ig - but BUt now it’s got a little green checkmark- sooo)

And now all I have to do is write 2/3 measly emails requesting a professional letter of recommendation- - it isn’t even work I have to do; I just have to request it from others. Like 30 minutes of their time or something.

(Do I have to specify that it needs to be professional since none of those professors ever knew me personally? I only had like one who could claim any kind of personal relationship and that was kinda by proxy through his family and my family being friends with each other, and also his wife being a target for conversion by the cult I grew up in, the third time during which he asked for clarifications on doctrines occasionally to better enable his arguments when he got home whenever I passed his office buuut that’s a whole other story)