The thinly weighted and small text used one my company’s reporting dashboard is further evidence of how much text benefits from true 2X resolutions. The text was outright blurry on scaled 4K. On 5K, it’s so crisp that I thought for a beat that the vendor had changed fonts.
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I accidentally bought the non-adjustable OXO kettle for a gift. On the one hand, that’s on me. On the other, why the hell does OXO even make a non-adjustable kettle? Non-adjustable kettle are stupid and shouldn’t exist at all, but they especially shouldn’t exist at a premium.
We finally got to watch “Everything Everywhere All at Once”. So much to love about the film, but Waymond in particular resonated with me. Usually the goofy husband is inconsequential and/or a deadbeat. Waymond on the other hand is the one quietly holding things together.
Going on my first work trip since before COVID. Am I excited? Yes. Am I nervous? Also yes. Am I overpacking? Definitely yes.
Thinking about adding “is comfortable with awkward silence” as a job requirement for prospective scrum coaches because even the most engaged teams genuinely have nothing to say when prompted with the necessary “does anyone have any other questions before estimating?”
I am 💯 certain this is perfectly fine and definitely won’t have any deleterious effects on the humans involved or society at large.
Bluey is to parents as Friends was to Manhattan apartments.
Playing through Pikmin 3 with the kiddo, and I’m pretty sure this thing ends with Brittany murdering her fellow crew members after going “juice mad”.
My five-year-old watching Odd Squad reminds me of how I used to watch You Can’t Do That On Television, and makes me wonder if absurdist live action Canadian television aimed at children is just part of growing up.
My Columbo-esque murder plot would involve somehow making my victim the starting quarterback of The New York Jets. Bill Belichick would then be my murder weapon.