The stages of food sharing around here:

  1. Ooo, that looks delicious! GIVE!!!
  2. Bad human won’t share :(.
  3. Turns back.
  4. Pretty, please with gravy on top, share?
  5. How dare you not share!
  6. Oh my gosh, FOOD!!!!
Ordinarily, main threats don’t really occur until after dinner time is over. Despite a snack being typical before I start cooking, a lack of sharing dinner still solicits such looks from the peanut gallery.
If you really want to disappointed them however, just point to their food bowl. It’s always kept full, but never as interesting as people foods.

Part of my mind says, “I will not use Velcro to solve problems”.

Part of me says, “Why the hell not?”.

Hahahahaha (^+^).

A Visual History of the Motorola Razr
http://flip.it/cmcBvO

Makes me wonder what drawer or box my mother’s old Razr ended up in. Seemed like she used that thing forever, until the smartphone era finally caught up to us, or vice versa.

When I consider grilled cheese a comfort food, it can be hard to decide if adulting is a little bit sad or if my cheese budget is just a lot more flexible than my mother’s, lol.

Tonight, I found myself in more need of a happy meal than a desire to cook. Plus it’sa little too soon to make pasta again, thus simple plans.

Misty being well aware of food.

Also, me remembering that if you’re going to eat chili out of a can, always grab Wolf chili when it’s on sale :).

Not sure what bothers me more: that I’ve probably owned flash media smaller than nVidia’s driver updates have become, or at some point in my life, I could probably have squeezed it onto a hell-of-a-lot-of-floppies without running out.

Actually, I’m not sure I wanna know how many floppy disks I still have between home and office. That’s kind of scary, given how few machines I have that even have the hardware for that.

The way things work around here:

Misty: stares
Me: I’m going to take a shit, not get food.
[Returns]
Misty: You’re thinking of giving me a treat. I know it, human.
Me: Oh, fine.
[Gets a treat]

SMH.

How to generate moments of confusion in the morning:

Step 1: turn off your monitor, so you hit the power button when the desktop won’t wake by mouse clicks.

Step 2: leave your keyboard switched to your iPad, so you start typing your login password into the wrong machine when prompted.

Step 3: remember how you carried out steps 1 and 2.

One positive side of my iOS change over has been the battery life.

The iPad Pro 11 works out to about a nightly charge after heavy use, and I can basically irk out two days at light use  or a medium plus light day worth of I keep an eye.

By contrast, every Android tablet I’ve had pretty much needs a nightly charge if it’s Google all the things.

The exception is my old Thor model Kindle Fire, which runs on a more “What week did I last change this thing?” pattern of life.