Feeling pretty good about my username today, kids.

Here’s hoping they fixed the weird parsing issue with filters. Or the weird bug where tasks would show on the wrong date in the iCal feed. Or the bugs that prevented assigning tasks to other users sometimes. Or the odd and buggy integrations they released a couple months ago.

The mix is made beforehand. The morning routine then becomes

I tried this (I like most of what he cooks) but I didn’t like the results. Probably because I’m so used to what Mom made (over cooked scrambled eggs) that it’s what’s “right” when I have them. But I’m trying. :)

What if we skip the water and poach them in a pot full of butter?

How much mayo? And when? Don’t just leave us hanging with this suggestion of a factoid!

Heheh, yeah, airplane time is my quiet time: no phones, no internet, no connectivity, no working, just me, my headphones, and a book.

The only way to get useful desktop space with a lot of monitors and this is much nicer looking than a banquet table.

poor grammar nazi. this must really piss you off, huh? i bet you twitch and spaz a bit every time someoneee misspells a werd tew.

Should you have any question, just ask and I’ll try to answer the best way I can, but the TL;DR is : I want space, and I don’t like cables.

Hello guys ! Thank you for the shoutout, if you’d like to link the article I did about my desk, here it is : http://b0b.fr/setup

Well, maybe. Maybe he’s just trying to mold the old 70s/80s left anarchist ideology with biology to give us something like the punk version of EO Wilson’s book, Consilience.

There's a point when hacks become pointless. If you want to close up your chips, go to your local office supply store and buy a box of binder clips. If you want it free, "borrow" a couple from the office. If you don't have the money and you don't have a job, what are you doing buying wine with corks?

That DC Urban Mom forum/list serve is literally the bridge under which all the trolls live. It can be an entertaining read.

I went to primary school with a kid who’d Dad in full business clothes would hand deliver a happy meal every day. THAT is love. He would drive half an hour there and back, his full lunch break so his kid could have a cheeseburger. The school made him stop for obvious reasons, but he was the only kid who didn’t put…

why isn’t he wrapped like a baked potato, Mark.

From the linked article, RE: Lunchables: