It was not the most important thing on my plate, but I took 10 minutes anyway to update my position on LinkedIn. This was purely for mental health reasons.
Training ends in a few hours. By all reasonable metrics, it was rousing success. I enjoyed it but am tired and ready to go home.
Been thinking about this training course for months, writing it for weeks. Today is the day, go time. I am excited and nervous.
He played it left hand but made it too far; became the special man. Then we were Ziggy’s band. You know what I mean?
I just spent an hour here at the main office figuring out how to print to cardstock with a Ricoh Aficio MPC7501.
One thing about being in California – I had already hit my FitBit daily step goal walking to the office at 8:30 AM.
Tonight: sleep in a tent. Tomorrow: Bernie Sanders rally and Chuck E Cheese. Sunday: Fly to San Diego to teach a class
That thunderstorm last night seems to have fried the cable box and TV. Nothing else, just those two items.
I just saw a weight under 180 lbs for the first time since I was 24, half my life ago.
This is the New Yorkiest, Jerseyiest party I have been to in a long time.
I am driving to Charleston to attend the Tin City comic book show. Should be fun!
Until the second trailer I was literally the only person in this showing of Ant-
Punkin: “I don’t like spiders”
I sing a spider song.
Me: “That was by one of the great poets of the 20th century, Mr. Jim Stafford”
As of today, I am down exactly 20 pounds in 21 days.
I do not now nor have I ever given two shits about Reddit. If it disappeared tomorrow, I wouldn’t know about it.
Oh, for Dobb’s sake. Getting the next EGC episode ready to post Sunday I just realized I never posted the last one publicly, only to Patrons. Yikes!
I have a temp iPhone while my LG G2 is in the shop. I know people love this thing but I don’t know why. I can’t get rid of it fast enough.
I want to start a Tumbler just for myself and maybe for my brother: Old Guys Who Look Like Steve Zolotow.
HeroesCon 2015 starts today. I think it is time to admit to myself I’m not going to make it this year.