Inexplicably, I am watching Nintendo Treehouse while cleaning.

I really want Zelda Breath of the Wild now.

Frenzy of activity when coffee is absorbed.

  • Straighten up home office.
  • Get laundry ready
  • Drag two servers and a Windows development system to the garage for a date with the air compressor.
  • Get everything ready to do taxes this weekend.
  • Go to office.

..which would make for a interesting short story.

It's as if there is a evil genius mastermind who diddles with the space-time-continuum for kicks.

He/she must be stopped.

Status: Clicking 'Mute' rather than watch another yet person suit up and join fashionably disgruntled Twitter.

Someone needs to teach this generation how to fetish properly.


> If we're going to attempt regime change like we did in Iraq,

Then we're going to make the same mistakes in the region we have been making since the end of WWII.

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I give up. It's either nap time or keel over unconscious if I disregard it.

A traceroute might be instructional.

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Cat curled up on my lap. It sounds cute but it isn't. She's an energy vampire. What remaining energy I had was sucked away.

…ponders…

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