I don’t mind Wednesdays ATM because they’re often meeting free. So I can both indulge my need to be distracted and make solid progress on my tickets. That makes the day pass quickly.

Monday’s are usually shit. My Sunday tends to be busy, then I sleep poorly because my sleeping brain starts anticipating the alarm 3 hours before it goes off, every other week I have 3 meetings before lunch, and usually a todo list left over from Friday that has grown even larger over the weekend.

Pull sword from stone, become (nearly) unquestioned ruler.

One day I might care about 4k, but it hasn’t happened yet. So I really can’t muster a shit to give about 8k.

The first thing I do with any new laptop is figure out show to disable the trackpad. I’ve never liked them and they’ve been getting worse as more manufacturers make apple-like ones (physical buttons are nicer). So I’m disinclined to own something that, for me, just introduces a ton of new ways for my spacebar to break.

There’s a reason?

Explaining historical Something Awful is a fools errand.

I’m 0% fucked but that Something Awful post where Cliff Yablonski referred to me as “Human Testicle” will resurface.

I’m fine with that.

Before the pandemic I was on the road sometimes and it surprised me how many towns / tiny cities would have 1 grocery store and then a couple fast food chains as the only (obvious) to-go food options.

Many seem to have one particular mini-mart or gas station that has surprisingly good food, but you tend to need some local knowledge to find that.

My blog is currently a static Hugo site hosted on my free Github Pages site.

So it’s powered by two github repos in practice. One is the uncompiled huge source which has a build pipeline that automatically does a build and pushes it to the Github.io/Pages repo.

Nice try, Fed.

I also have a bachelors in bio. I went into it knowing that a BS would only get me a job in bait shop, if I was lucky, so I had intended to get at least get my masters. But a combination of injury and red tape meant my 5 year degree took me 8 years and it sapped all the patience I had for academia.

Thankfully my degree wasn’t entirely useless as I had the the easiest/most boring on-campus job those 8 years and I taught myself to program on the clock. Then I counted my coding side-hustles as programming experience. So when I found a job looking for someone with a degree and two years experience I was able to get it.

I worked for the department that ran student computer labs (before most people started bringing computers to college with them). That’s where the real epic lan parties happened. Every time we’d update the desktops we’d celebrate with an all-nighter lan party for staff and friends.

Other than paying for tuition and dorm housing, yes.

I heard a bit of “Clair de Lune” a few minutes ago, so currently my brain is replaying “Crumbs in my Bralette,” a song written and sung by Sarah Millican (to the tune of Clair de Lune) for the write a classic song task on Taskmaster S14E04

Hey! How are your knees?

The 90 minutes drive from where I grew up to my dorm room.

I went to college in 1997 and went from 28.8kbps dialup to a 2.4gbit OC-48. I had no idea how slow the rest of the internet was until I had a better connection than most servers (at the time).

Edit: I was connected to the dorm ethernet via 10mbit NICs. So even with 5 PCs running in my dorm room, we were only using a fraction of the available bandwidth.

A mortal warlock whose adopted dad is his great old one patron. He was meant to be a “standard first-born contract” but the eldritch being took a liking to him for what-ever reason. He has no idea when he was born because time is whatever dad wants it to be in his realm - I image him being centuries or maybe millennia old based on mortal time. But for him about 20 years have passed and he finally gets permission to go to the material planes for a gap year.

His brain would be really broken.

Arch BTW

This is mine too.

I disconnected from R&M after the toxic fans went psycho over Schezwan sauce. There was some news blip that happened not long before that intelligent people tend to have a dark sense of humor, and it’s like it made the worst of the worst decide that they must be super geniuses if they teabag someone in CS:GO after they kill them.