My Brazilian alter ego, Gilmar, is getting some twitter attention again. Not sure if he/she is anti-Bolsonaro or pro.
I cannot seem to find out how John Spilsbury died. But he was only 30 and the air of mystery would seem to confirm that the inventor of the time machine is alive today, confined in a house due to the virus lockdown, and being forced to do fucking jigsaw puzzles
I have now spent the better part of six months implementing a micropub system as an exercise in learning other things and I will never cease to be unnerved about the gaping holes in specificity in the specification.
I was thinking of starting one but now I feel really fucking seen. https://twitter.com/ericlach/status/1243888338903486465
Brisket again. ~30 hours. But I didn’t manage to get up and refresh the coals overnight, so they burned out. Unsure exactly what effect that has. On taste, not much. Oh, and the capsicum is stuffed with rice, butter beans, Parmesan, feta, and cheddar.
She got to have Mr Whippy instead. Good timing. Must remember to tell John that trick.
“But why can’t I come to the data centre‽”
Because we’re mowing and a dog who chases the vacuum will chase the mower, and then be a dog without a nose.
So D and tWM bought Switches and Animal Crossing.
a) me from even ten years ago is amazed that I have become so dazzlingly wealthy that I can just shrug at the idea of this.
b) I assume the end game is the pot-belly pig and the elephant.
If nothing else, the summer of 2019/20 has convinced me the Scott Morrison couldn’t organise a piss up in a brewery and certainly couldn’t communicate what one is.
A young man just looked at me a little weirded out when I cried out “stop touching your face!” like he’d been caught out.
Action Replay: https://media.giphy.com/media/jPXmV2QcUOntK/giphy.gif https://twitter.com/randomknits/status/1242977273310875649
Second best bit of cooking a lamb leg is roasting chick peas in the pan drippings afterwards.
Note she's using one of the OG optical mice that requires a special grid-pattern printed mat. Kudos. https://twitter.com/web_goddess/status/1242603686481874949
Just like back in sharehouse days, a tie/scarf in the doorknob tells everyone you’re inside getting biz-zay....
...discussing how many points it will take to add a foo widget.
My WFH setup, featuring ikea sit/stand desk and a ten year old Netgear Stora NAS as a laptop stand.
Two co-workers who always ‘forget’ their security pass and need to be let in and out of t office. Another who leaps up anytime I go to a door in case I’m going to the “data centre” and can she come to? So much emotional labour.
Gosh. Imagine getting the sack because you publicly read the most recent update off the Statuspage feed and it turned out to be only half right. I mean, who would do that? 😶
To regain some sense of normalcy in this interregnum period, I am inviting my co-workers to a new slack so we can talk without having to actually talk.
Fuck! I mean family.
The media chick co-worker is so accustomed to boozy client lunches she’s had to buy some to go with her ham and cheese sandwich.
