PSA: you don't have to talk all the time. It takes a lot of effort for me to try to decode your mumbles, and even when I do succeed, it's usually no more meaningful than "drink your Ovaltine".
"Ward Cleaver" sounds like the name of a magic-nullifying sword in an epic fantasy.
Well, I've got a smart watch, smart ring, smart glasses, and ear buds. I don't usually wear all of them, but "body-local LAN" is not inaccurate.
Chili is like jazz. It's about the spices you _don't_ put in.
Dreamed about a Discovery Channel program about families that built underground tanks to battle each other in the hollow earth. It was mostly about their decoration choices for the interior (how well they mimicked Star Trek bridge sets)
Does it bother anyone else that "Wordle" has 6 letters?
Also, I appreciate how my grocer's self checkouts ask "how many bags would you like to purchase?" instead of "how many bags did you use?" so that I can answer 0 without feeling bad.
A nice thing about corporate bs squeezing every last bit of blood from the stone of society is that when I go to the grocery store at night to buy a just a toilet plunger, I don't have to look a cashier in the eye, because I have to check myself out anyway.
Today is Octember 2th. Again.