Dacie Moses!

The head and front paws of a brown tabby face a wireless computer mouse. the corner of a silver laptop is visible in the corner.

When the game of cat and mouse is just another email job.

Hmmm. Painting your cybertruck baby blue is very much lipstick on a pig, and also manages to really emphasize the whole toddler design style.

Yes! BOGGLED.

Not to be all "According to Merriam-Webster..." but who the hell is accepting AI as a "peer"?

Argh. What if I don't want to "make innovation a habit"? What if I would find "make a smooth and effective process habitual" more rewarding?

Anyway, marketing email subject lines once again tip me into despair.

Niceness cares about its own presentation as such; kindness cares about you.

I mean, not to be predictable in response to your prompts but...scrapple.

OK, fried clams aren't the menu item for me, but must join my voice to the Captain Frosty's chorus!

Scrapple. Definitely scrapple.

Ah, yes, I remember this day (about 6 months ago now) with fondness. A really microscopic amount of fondness.

Like telling myself Dino Dana was pretty much science education in the early pandemic, does this count as financial literacy training?

Video games are just not my thing, I sail on a vast ocean of ignorance there, but really wasn't expecting the kid to burble happily, waving the switch around: "I just paid off my home loan in animal crossing!"

Being confrontational with yet another fucking AI chatbot (because the $$$ account we pay for promises phone support but in no way provides a phone number!) is a mirage of frustration relief, because I immediately just feel real stupid that I am wasting this energy on a fucking mindless program.

Adore salesforce AI help: How do I find this tab (which does not appear in the interface)? I ask. "Navigate to the tab" it responds.
So helpful.

Never before the last 6 months have I had this happen to me and this is the...3rd? 4th? time; from completely different people/professions. Was I naively lucky before? Is this new? Is this my "No Kids On Lawn" moment? What?

Have I completely missed some new norm or a change in the plain meaning of words? Because, again, "I'm available between 8AM and 1PM" does not TO ME imply that scheduling a 2-hour meeting to start at 12:30 is one of the possibilities here.

I need to start today over again. Is that possible?

since starting a treatment for raynauds i have less frequent, more foggy migraines like this, instead of intense pain and sensitivity. It's like a horrible ghost of a migraine—feel like I should be able to function but can't think past it.

Mid-90s, wearing my us granola liberal arts college uniform of docs and overalls while spending a semester in Cork... I mean, "dungaree-calling" is preferable to cat-calling, yeah? Shaming, but not dehumanizing!

Truly, NYT, we can only hope so.

To be sure, mostly sweet.

Between the marathon pics on Sunday and last night's jubilant street party from blocks away, the wave of homesickness I feel for my old 4th ave apartment is overwhelming, bittersweet!

UNC news today reminds me that by the time I finished my marathon 8+year MSIS, my diploma came from the "College of Emergency Preparedness, Homeland Security, and Cybersecurity." Where else you gonna learn about rare books and retention policies?
Got a challenge coin from those folks even.

It appears that only mild anaesthesia in the early afternoon will help me to unbroken and more than 5-6ish hours of sleep in a night. Doesn't seem like a feasible solution, though.

Sometimes having 3 other astute readers review a letter is more than you need; and sometimes you need to be staring at it yourself, sleep-deprived, for the 17th time before you catch the obvious homonym problem y'all missed the first 19 reads.

Heh. Through weird lengths (as you saw) managed to talk myself down.
But knowing I *could* rely on you to be pettily intemperate for me if really needed...❤️

I am gonna be the bigger person, I am gonna be the bigger person, I am gonna be the bigger person.

Well, fuck me. Knew bat remediation would mean lot of interruptions/noise from one direction, but wasn't expecting "several people crawling around outside both office windows and the bathroom."

Do want m'little bat friends to find their way back to the barn though.

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