Just heard someone on NPR harshly criticizing CNN’s generous treatment of Andrew Cuomo. While this criticism is almost certainly merited, I can’t help but think “why not use this tone with Fox News’s coverage of, I dunno, every god damn Republican”?
I think it’s safe to say that we all greatly underestimated how big of a whale Daft Punk was for consumer electronics retailers.
Maybe I should have trademarked “Zoombie tab”.
My three-year-old informed me that today was not a potty day. I corrected him by explaining that everyday is a potty day.
He did not take this information well.
The turd on top of this shit sundae is how cell service eventually gets overwhelmed whenever the power goes out.
Wait. The word is “inclement” and not “inclimate”!?
Texas Winter-pocalypes, Day 4: My three-year-old is learning to drip faucets.
Me, when asked by a colleague if I knew of a way to create meetings in Slack:
I don’t know, but my crackpot tendency is to script everything using arcane methods rather than make my gussied up IRC client into an operating system.
I was then told that I should be on YouTube.
I can’t wait for moment in some upcoming Star Trek series when Steven Toast shows up and outs Ash Tyler as that prick, Clem Fandango.
To put yesterday’s Super Bowl in an Apple nerd context, Mac OS 9 was still the default operating system on Macs when Brady started his first Super Bowl run.