1. by corollary, managers who do that are actually saying “hey, hey. will you play with me?”

  2. I need to find a band to play with, picking up a guitar at home just gets junior’s attention and then breaks the impulse to pick up the instrument in the first place, like a dog or cat vectoring in on the one person who isn’t into one or the other (which is also me usually), or like a helicopter manager ignoring the headphones and full screen doc or IDE for a “hey, do you got a second?”

    well, I didn’t, but I guess I have all day now, because, welp!

  3. making stuff once a week with perishables has really upped my kitchen hygiene; I p much don’t touch anything with my fingers anymore that I’m not about to cook and eat immediately, with the exception of salt

  4. blah blah blah “kindly" blah blah blah

    your foster parents are dead, lets go

    a screenshot from Terminator 2 of the T100 on the left and a young John Connor on the right. The T100 is on a pay phone talking to the T1000 at John Connor’s house, tricking the T1000 into admitting that it is not actually John’s foster-parent by asking after John’s dog but using the wrong name for itTERMINATOR (in John's voice) I'm right here. I'm fine. (to John, a whisper) What's the dog's name? JOHNMax.Terminator nods. Speaks into the phone.TERMINATORHey, Janelle, what's wrong with Wolfy? I can hear him barking. Is he okay? JANELLE (filtered) Wolfy's fine, honey. Where are you?Terminator unceremoniously hangs up the phone.Turns to John.TERMINATORYour foster parents are dead. Let's go.Terminator heads for the bike. John, shocked, stares after him.[pushing up glasses] This scene gets a lot of meme time but it’s also pretty funny because you would think the dumb ol’ T1000 would have been loaded with a pretty extensive dossier on John Connor that included the dog’s name.

  5. was still thinkin’ about that marg from a few weeks ago, and a then a friend in Marin gave us a few tomatoes from her garden.

    this one is topped with additional chiffonaded basil, and smoked sea salt

    I had pan fried some hot italian sausage (intending to pair with red onion slices and provolone instead of mozz) while the first two baked, for a third pizza, but this one was so good I didn’t even bother with it, and so I tossed the extra dough ball in the freezer

    photograph of a margherita neapolitan pizza on a large cutting board, fresh out of the oventhe pizza has charred bubbles on the cornicione, and is topped with with tomato sauce, mozzarella, basil, and a fan-circle of thin, orange slices of a fresh garden tomato, topped with additional chiffonaded basil, and smoked sea saltin the background, also on the cutting board is half of a similar pepperoni pizza

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