Rule for life #147: Never pass up an opportunity to eat a fresh from the oven, still warm blueberry muffin. (If they are for someone else, eat it before you know or feign ignorance.)
It’s the beginning of “mini tech week” for Northview middle school’s musical. Check out our purple shirts (and my sound crew toolbox that I’m proud of)!
Alright, then, Claude. Let's just settle down a bit.
The degree to which I intellectually value sleep, but practically demonstrate clear disdain for the practice at least half the week should be studied, preferably by someone well-rested.
I finally won a game of Wingspan!
Set construction at the middle school theatre! This is my kind of construction. It just has to look decent from 50 feet away.
It looks like licked clear lifesavers everywhere.
The new iOS UI is very mid-2000s KDE. This is not a compliment.
Gosh can you imagine if you actually did live under a rock right now? That might actually be glorious. Only so many things you can worry about under a rock.
I’m at Rocket League Ballmer’s peak. It’s beautiful.
I've struggled with the same question my entire life. It consumes me. It drives many of my actions each day. It haunts my dreams. Regardless of my current pursuits, I am contemplating this question:
Which hobby in my vast, unorganized collection of hobbies should I waste time and/or money on next?
I should buy a fog machine. Right? Everyone needs a fog machine. Probably.
Yesterday—after @ar3.me and I discovered we both have swords in our offices—was the first day since sometime in high school I thought, “I need more swords.”
I thought that dude was super hungry, and was pushing us all over to find the smallest one to eat.
Kinda wild. When I first saw his name I thought WTF did he say this time. Too bad they couldn’t reconcile.
I’ve always enjoyed the skater community, though always been too risk averse to participate. At least when I was a kid, they would lift each other up, play good music, make some good trouble, and maintain a comedic irreverence and nonchalance that was magnetic.
I love that Tony Hawk posts to /r/oldskaters like he’s just another aging skater dude like anyone else in that community. www.reddit.com/r/OldSkaters...
For next time: “I don’t know the butthole AI logo is amusing.”
I feel like I’ve said this before. Who knows? Or more realistically, who cares? Originality in the age of butthole AI seems unimportant.
Best part of using Claude is that the logo looks like Kurt Vonnegut, Jr’s drawing of a butthole in Breakfast of Champions, so I am reminded of Vonnegut regularly, and then I giggle a bit.
Not me, but I take it I should listen!
Overheard this morning after my run:
Kid: “Whose car is that?”
Parent: “[reasonable, serious answer]”
Kid: “[sincerely] Huh. Looks like yours, but… cleaner.”
Savage. The kid was young enough that it seemed like they were very serious, and perhaps thought they had found a teaching moment for mom.
Lobby of a hotel built in Boulder in 1909, and it’s playing Louis Armstrong. It’s a whole vibe.
I backpacked past the halfway point of the AT! I mean I only started like 40 miles before that sign, but still p cool.
No but I tried to run a shorter distance much faster than I usually do. I think I like wind burnt all my sinus cavities or something.
Poo-tee-weet?
