Just got bitched out by the person who requires 80+% of my free IT favors for not being receptive enough to their claim, once again and as always, that the computer just broke itself. So I think I'm done fixing their magical and inexplicable technology woes.
Four is the smallest prime number that isn't completely incestuous.
Monotropism means my brain is a blaster mage in some theoretical brain-based rpg system I'm now interested in developing a bit.
One shot: Generate completely randomly generated characters in #HeroForge, then make up a backstory and character sheet for them. The characters must wrestle with whether reality has purpose or is nihilistic. I'm thinking... cosmic horror?
If we could wikitext the human brain it would contain a whole hell of a lot of [citation needed] and I'm not comfortable with that thought.
Yodel like nobody's watching.
After 25 months my kiddo finally said "dada" exactly half a dozen times, then promptly forgot how.
My child won't even lick a tater tot, fried shrimp, chicken strip, or raspberry, but happily spent dinner dipping strawberry crackers in tartar sauce and eating sour cream straight. Please tell me there's a software update on the way!
You admitting "I don’t think I’m as good a father as I try to be, but boy I try" is almost proof positive you're a better father than you think you are.