My oldest has officially lost the ceremony of senior year in its entirety. She isn't the type to embrace that sort of stuff, nor was I, but it is a damn shame. This age is a profound time of passage, whether you care about caps and gowns, or big dances or whatever, or not. I am personally very sad that society's standard celebration of that has been taken away from so many kids. We will have to do something to mark it all, somehow.
Things is still a bad app. It’s bad. I used to regularly complain about how long it took them to reinvent sync, and the same core problem still applies—they are so wound up in the technical aspects of how things get done in the app that they keep extremely poor sight on how people actually use stuff. Omnifocus manages user-centered flexibility way better, while being immensely more powerful. And honest kudos to Reminders for out of nowhere becoming the contender that strikes the best balance.
My 70 year old relative would like everyone to know that everything is fine and it’s perfectly ok to pressure one of your daughters, the one who works on a covid overflow floor, to go help another of her daughters pack, and by the way drive herself and her older husband and her two grandsons up for no apparent reason so everyone will be in the same place as this is happening.
Folks. Stay vigilant. And be mean to your family if you have to.
You know what people need to be saying more often right now? “I’m scared.”
Our motherfucking president lashed out at a reporter today for lobbing him the softball to end all softballs: what do you want to say to Americans who are scared?
In doing so he’s shaming a whole nation who he wants to convince that it is wrong to be scared when life turns upside down.
Normalize being scared. It’s really important.
My somewhat tense decade-long relationship with the (honestly quite nice) next door neighbors over their penchant for letting their frequent backyard screaming parties run very late is about to get more tense given I work at home daily and my kids are now essentially homeschooling and even a mid-day backyard screaming party is kind of a pain in my ass.
Another time, my friend Todd stayed at my house. We played spies in the orchard and that was cool. But then in the morning he barfed waffles in our van and I cried. Also he went on a pro-Reagan re-election rant that was just “do you want taxes?! Mondale is all taxes!!” I kinda did want taxes. I didn’t know why really, but I kinda did.
Did you ever sleep over at a friend’s house and it just didn’t go well
I was basically in love with this kid Brent in 4th grade. Then I stayed at his house and he didn’t stop talking about Cale Yarborough the whole time. And the next day I ate a piece of perfumed candle wax thinking it was a cheese puff crumb. That shit stays with you, man.
doing thrill-seeker liquor store holdups with a ‘born to lose’ tattoo on my chest
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