Yes, phone keyboard, I totally need “pita byte crackers” on my shopping list
It doesn’t help that my wake up alarm is currently set to an owl-hoot sound, so in the back of my head I keep thinking I need to dismiss an alarm
Neighbors are listening to a Rolling Stones collection and this is the only part of the song that carries. It’s like there’s an insistent owl next door.
Is there a more monotonous song for backup singers than “Sympathy for the Devil?”
Woo wooo! Wooo wooo!
Pokemon Go friend requests
I need to take a break. I just read “static void” as “satiric void.”
So tired of alleged USB cables that use proprietary connectors.
It’s like…you were so close. You used a standard USB charger. With a standard USB connector…at one end.
But I still need your special cable with it’s special connector to actually be able to charge this damn thing.
I will never understand the mentality where you MUST “win” every single conflict even if it means losing what you actually wanted out of it.
I picked up #OuterWilds again now that the expansion dropped and finally finished the endgame. (No spoilers since the game is all about discovery. I’ll just say that it involved revisiting one of my least favorite mechanics in order to get to it, which is why I set it aside for so long).
The ending is a perfect, bittersweet coda to the story you uncover over the course of the game.
(longer thread on Wandering.shop incorporated into blog post)
How the heck does a balloon survive a fondue fork but break against a popcorn ceiling?
Related question: how the heck did we end up with a fondue fork in the first place?
It has to have been a gift but I can’t remember who it was from or what for or when or anything.
Gee, maybe integrating their other services into one platform wasn’t the best idea…
Well, I guess that counts as rain.
A few minutes of rolling thunder and just enough water to move the dust around a bit.
Oh, there we go.
Don’t know how long it’ll last or where the lightning is striking, but at least I had time to move stuff away from the front of the garage that I didn’t think I’d need to move for a few more months^H^H^H^H^H^H weeks
Stumbled on an old blog post about phone #notifications and who they’re really for.
They’re interruptions to your time and focus. They *should* be for you: you have a message from someone you want to hear from, or your ride is here, etc. But too often they’re just ads for the app sending them (or the service behind it).
Noticed Dear Evan Hansen has a movie out. Realized I still haven’t heard any songs from it. So of course my brain still wants to sing the title to the tune of “Dear Theodosia.”
I get more calls from the power company updating me on outages that didn’t happen than outages that did.