I held onto my keyboard one for the longest time - it as such a comfortable one to use. I like my Oasis - the ability to switch hands so easily is excellent - but I still think my Keyboard may still be my favorite one.

Okay, thank you for sending me down the Sesame Street YouTube hole. So much awesome (which isn’t a surprise, really).

As expulsion looms over Perea and Suggs head

I just got mine. It’s pretty clear AMC didn’t really do any load testing. But we were looking to get tickets for several days after release, so we still got the seats we wanted, so it’s all good.

Unrelated-to-this-story tip for Monique:

Seriously...that’s awesome. But yeah, onion cutting going on over here.

I’m starring this for the quality of the writing, not the utter shameful way in which Puerto Rico (and the other territories/colonies) are treated.

I used to do usability/user experience work. So basically, I would be the part of a software and/or website development develop team, and my job was essentially to look over the specs and be the proxy for the end user. I would insist that whatever software or website that we were working on actually made sense to use…

I just don’t understand this type of thing, I really, really don’t, and never have.

It’s fine - I go on the occasional recreational dig. (Or did, haven’t in years.) I volunteer at museums, too. It’s not gone from my life. One of my former colleagues thinks I had the right idea - I get to do all the fun stuff and not have to deal with academia or begging for grants. ;)

I’m not sure what that means, but it made me laugh anyway.

I think that’s an understatement.

Wait, what? That’s horrible.

Thanks. Still miss her terribly almost a decade later. It’s the pits.

I feel no guilt. Just frustration. Frustration that an intelligent man thinks it’s acceptable behaviour. Frustration that my siblings - who were raised by the same mother - give him a pass. But I have no qualms about calling him on his shit. (I think my sibs are thinking about inheritance issues. I feel the more…

Dear Media:

For years, I didn’t have to say anything to my father...because my mother had that shit under control. Dad was NOT allowed to spout racist shit under her roof and around her kids. If he wanted her - and us along with her - to stick around, he had to behave.

In the immediate years after she died, he did manage to keep…