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It's hot today.

I was in a sharing mood. Figured I'd send y'all some of my weather. Now I feel less alone.

I've managed to get Teensy Valeros hooked on Roger Zelazny.

Fritz Lieber is next.

I managed to creep the hell out of my sister this morning by texting her a picture of a man holding a geoduck clam.

I captioned it "Fisherman Finds Alien Dildo!"

Oh, wow. Another big gripe on the same day: People who still think that a comma-delimited list of partial clauses is somehow "efficient".

"How to measure improvement, don't have a great baseline, connect with support for feedback, track metric, other options for feedback."

Er... what?

If it takes me three times as long to parse your idiotic shorthand, it's NOT more efficient. Give me a bulleted list of complete sentence clauses, thanks!

snerk.

I on the other hand am not too polite. Just ask the snot-nosed punk in the Chipotle who didn't know how to make a freaking burrito.

Well, if your alignment is slipping that much, you could always see if Halliburton is hiring.

Or run for Senate here in Texas.

Chocolate.
Does not.
Belong.
In pecan pie.

Test-driving my starter pair of multifocal contact lenses.

So far, hate is too mild a word.
Abhor?
Yes.
I abhor them.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate my boss.

Yes! Feel your hate! Let it flow through you!

Yep. August in the Bay Area. It's gotten cold enough we have to close the windows during the day because the thermometer may say 67°F, but add a completely overcast sky and a 10-15 mph breeze and it gets downright chilly when you're sitting at a computer all day.

Haaaaate. You. Sooooo. Much.