The surprising most common thing I had to say in Canada: “my credit card doesn’t have a chip, you have to swipe it.”
Judge John Hodgman podcast this week made me nostalgic over strangers coming to Geeklife to argue about Black Metal & their murdering ways.
Dreamt I was trying to solve why I was sleeping poorly. The answer was I’m doing too much problem solving in my sleep.
Google searches for “is upon us”: football, Christmas, Crysis, ski season, the time to take action, Ramadan, war, The Finest Joke.
I was a little surprised that MCA’s estate was only $6M, but what’s going on that Sherman Hemsley’s was only $50k?
Any idea what this says? t.co/OYlDecBK
So, we’re EXPECTING! A baby, that is. We’re both excited & a bit nervous. And yes, I’m cross-checking names with domains & gmail accounts.
It’s sad to see N. Armstrong go, but great that it’s at age 82 after a long life & not left to die on the moon, like was quite possible.
Good try on the auto-categorization @mint, but the Victoria Clipper is a ship, not a salon. I wondered why health & beauty was overbudget.
This Microsoft Outlook error is a Zen kōan: “The user is the organizer of this meeting, and cannot, therefore, accept it.”
I bet Twitter says bigger 3rd party apps have to speak to them directly so they don’t have to publish requirements for sharing user data.
Trying to figure out how many humans are over age 104 (ie, were alive during the last World Series win by the Cubs).
I wouldn’t hate reality TV quite so much if they didn’t spend 50% of the show recapping what happened or foreshadowing what was coming up.
I love imagining a dinner party with the diverse group of people from all parts of my life who “like” a particular post.
It makes no sense, but I still can’t help being spooked emptying the trash out late at night after watching a particularly good Shark Week.
Every year or two I check and am pleased to see the car company still doesn’t have t.co/h49Yd9Km.
I can’t figure out if Twitter’s auto-URL shortening of t.co/AULirXZC makes Twitter or app-dot-net look dumber.
My favorite curse is “Well, I’ll be damned!” because of the contrast between the whimsy in how it’s said & the horrific literal meaning.
Another shot of Nicki Minaj. t.co/HxvtLtn4
What gives? This would have been the absolutely most appropriate time in the history of the world to play “We Are The Champions.”
They make a big deal about how Olympic athletes work 8 hours a day at their routine. I’ve routinely worked at least 8 hours a day for years!
Sitting next to Nicki Minaj. t.co/NAKFMqfW