Same genius who forced all his own employees back into the office. An incomprehensibly stupid maneuver by an organization that literally owes its success to people working from home.

Also losses. Gotta get that sweet, sweet too-big-to-fail bailout money.

Sometimes adults forget that taste and texture are often perceived differently during childhood. Some things that I eat as an adult, my kid self would be completely grossed out by. And vice versa.

I HATED milk when I was a kid. I just found the taste and texture to be weird. As an adult, I don’t drink much of it but I don’t hate it anymore.

Someone – I don’t know who – claimed I had broken into a classroom. I had not. They could not prove I had. There was no clear motive. Just an allegation. I felt like the principal had an axe to grind with me throughout high school and in hindsight my attitude and responses like, “I don’t want to be here at all. Why would I break into a classroom that I have zero interest in being in?” probably did not help.

Ended with me getting a three day suspension. My parents seemed to think the whole ordeal was really stupid. If they doubted I was telling the truth, they didn’t say it and I didn’t get into any more trouble at home.

I would love to learn to play the organ if I had time.

1.) Everything is a “smart” device. Household appliances, as a general rule, should not be connectable to the internet or require an app.

Cheaper components, poor build quality, and lack of user serviceable parts are the primary reasons your washer and dryer last 10 years compared to your parents Maytag set that was still ticking away after 30. Cheap, unnecessary electronics, which don’t have as long a lifespan as mechanical timers and switches, only exacerbate this problem.

2.) Cordless tools as a means of vendor locking customers.

Next time, I’ll definitely strike it rich.

Possibly the cruelest irony of adulthood is that autonomy comes with a shit load of terms and conditions.

For instance, I could eat cookies for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day if I wanted to. But it would result in diabetes, obesity, and eventually death. So yes, theoretically I could do it. But not if I want to live for very long.

Damn shame too because I have a weakness for chocolate chip cookies.

Aaaannnd just like that, you’ve created a new denomination.

IBM PS/2. Got it for free along with an original HP Deskjet printer. It originally ran MS-DOS until a family friend gave us an old floppy set of Windows 3.1.

The PS/2 was ancient by that point but it probably helped convince my parents that a PC was a worthwhile investment. Creating documents in Word was a lot easier than using a typewriter.

Nah. They resent us because we don’t have high quality, affordable healthcare sOcIaLiSm.

One of the best bosses I ever had was an electronics engineer (I’m software). There are a lot of shared concepts between engineering disciplines. I enjoyed working with hardware engineers and getting to see how they approach problems.

We need more Golden Girls memes.

🎶Team Rocket Theme Intensifies🎶

“To protect the wold from deva- …uh… James, what the hell is that?”

“I don’t know.”

"Meeeeowwth! That’s right… Hey, wait a minute. That’s not Pikachu! Did you two numbskulls get the wrong coordinates again!?

Oh, wait. I think I see where this is going. This seems like a situation for James to handle. He’s …um… into this sort of thing."

Big Beautiful Code

From an American perspective, flying on an airplane sucks. 9/11/01 resulted in a whole bunch of security theatre at the airport and airlines have slowly whittled away whatever comfort or convience remained.

There comes a point, somewhere late in the evening after my ADHD meds have worn off, where it’s more productive to not do any coding. If I do, I’m just going to end up throwing most of it out tomorrow because it’s a bunch of bug littered spaghetti.

Unfortunately, I also solve most of my big problems when I’m not staring at a screen. After which I have to resist the temptation to go work on it so I don’t make a big mess. It’s some kind of cruel irony.