I am, however, really excited there is a film adaptation of J.G. Ballard’s High Rise. You can use these two points to calibrate my SF fandom.
I won’t be buying a Star Wars ticket. I’m not boycotting, I just don’t give a shit.
Of all the challenges I face in my new position at my day job, I am getting tripped up by auto-numbering and accept changes in Microsoft Word.
Some of the aspects of my new role at work are so much like play that I find myself laughing out loud. It is ridiculous this is my job, but I will take it.
It’s not a Charleston hurricane until Jim Cantore kicks some idiot frat boy in the nuts.
The Braves are 63-94. It’s looking bad for their post-season chances.
Looking for co-hosts for a monthly podcast about Fraction and DeConnick’s work. First show next weekend. Reach out if interested.
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”