I cannot remember my high school sophomore English teacher's name and it is really bugging me. Getting old sucks.
Update: Found it through some clever googling.
I feel as if the only reasonable follow up to watching the Lord of the Rings extended edition is to continue the Brad Dourif marathon with rewatching Deadwood.
Tonight's question I'll be pondering when I crawl into bed: What percentage of my life's total poker hands player were played on Balatro?
If you ever want to make your head hurt: Ask an LLM a question about something you only vaguely understand and try to discern if the LLM is actually giving a good answer.
When I inevitably write my best-selling memoir, the past few weeks will have their own chapter. What a wild (and exhausting) start to 2025.
I just remembered I saw a bumper sticker on my drive into work that said, "I'd rather be slowly consumed by moss"
Been a busy day, haven't had a moment to stop since I got to the office at 7:30. Time to order pizza, watch TV, and resist pulling out the work laptop to do more work.
Eye doctor has suggested I stop wearing my glasses while on the computer. And, breaking that habit after two decades is HARD.
