Me and my gf way back in the day trapped a stray kitten once.

It was living under a car. We put little piles of dry food out for it for a few days, gradually moving the pile further and further away from his hiding place. Then one day we made a little trail of food leading to a carry box that we filled with food. Once we heard it chomping away inside, we crept up and slammed the door shut. It felt like a scene out of a cartoon lol

Little thing freaked out and clawed at the door and cried for a while. But once we took it into the house and out of the summer heat, it was very happy.

Note, I am neither an experienced pet owner nor a trapper. I just like telling this story hehe

Edit: …what pronouns do you use for a kitten from decades ago whose sex you don’t remember?

My sense is it’s getting at “what’s an overated candy flavor”

I thought most hoes would be quite easy to plow

When referring to a difficult task: “That’s a tough road to hold”, or “a tough road to hoe”, or “a tough road to [travel on]” or “a tough road to… [trails off awkwardly…]”, or just “a tough road”.

It’s a tough row to hoe.

It’s an agricultural metaphor. The row is a line of dirt in a field where you plant seeds. You use a hoe to dig the lines, remove weeds, and create little holes where you drop the seeds. Hoeing may be difficult if the soil is too hard or too full of rocks and weeds. Such a row would be a tough one to hoe.

Whatever it was, I forgot what it was today

I swear a social studies teacher told us that most rivers tend to flow north to south. Young impressionable child I was, I of course filed it away as a long-term core memory – right there next to PEMDAS, FOIL, and so on.

Then I mentioned it in college and got fucking embarrassed.

I casually bicycle around town and like to see who I can keep up with to test how fast I am. More and more folks have ebikes now and it’s getting way less fun.

Shout-out to all my homies who are tired all day, avoid screens before bed, read for a bit, journal, do mindful meditation, and take melatonin, but nonetheless lie in bed staring at their eyelids for 2 hours before slipping into a kind of restless unconsciousness that’s too long and groggy to be a nap but too short to be a refreshing night of sleep.

I feel like I’ve never heard this before, ever.

Obama, Obamala, 'bamala, Kamala

i don’t remember. it’s been over 24 h. seems bad.

Free time

That’s why programmers have all those monitors. They’re each hooked up to a different computer.

I think I’m one of the lucky ones with a natural aptitude for music, but I don’t quite take it seriously enough to really hone my skills and become an expert at it. Whenever I’ve tried, I’ve found it to be more stressful than it is fun. I’m not trying to make it a side hustle, so if it stops feeling fun, I back off of it.

I guess it also depends on the instrument a bit. I mostly play solo, and some instruments don’t seem to lend themselves well to that for me. Piano is my instrument of choice these days.

The thing these AI goons need to realize is that we don’t need a robot that can magically summarize everything it reads. We need a robot that can magically read everything, sort out the garbage, and summarize the the good parts.

Volume adjusters

What’s your question?

I’m on a jammin’ jelly kick right now. Jam on toast, jam in oatmeal, jam in yogurt, jam on… well, that’s about it.

I don’t get triggered just by opening the fridge tho. Usually it’s like “hey I haven’t had this in a while” and I eat it nonstop for like a week until I’m sick of it, then don’t touch it again for a few months. Nutella is currently on the hate list.

Being able to say “oh that was x+1 years ago” instead of “x years ago” when reflecting on all my past traumas.

give my bro harambe a bullet proof vest