A juggling technophile shares personal stories, challenges, humor and perhaps some political commentary.
Well, I woke up this morning realizing I don’t have trash service anymore. They took the 96-gallon can and didn’t even leave a note.
From a marketing perspective, you’d think they’d drop a letter in the mail saying “if you want to continue service please update your credit card” or something like that. I guess now we just pile the garage up on the pews until Thanksgiving.
It’s a lot like building a car for someone. You get it working. Spend a bunch of time tuning that engine and just making it purr. You put your heart into painting it perfectly maybe even giving a little extra love. Then the customer takes it and says, “everything is great except the horn doesn’t work at 19mph. Works below 19 mph and above 19 mph but not at 19 mph.” You are left staring at 2 wires and a switch having to figure out how something couldn’t be any more basic has this odd quirk. That’s programming.
An elf came down from the pole
To dance within your walls
Turning tricks in the night
Is it devious? Mischievous? Frightful?
Or a delight?
The elf rules are simple
You can look but you cannot touch
You can tip your elf
But it won’t change your luck
The elf when it comes
Leaves you more frustrated
Than before it came
And once the elf is done and gone
The glitter remains as evidence of your shame.
Thank you Internet! What a glorious time to be alive! OMG you have no idea how much money I would pay to see this as a weekly show. I’m going to watch this on a loop until my eyes bleed.
