A triptych of Zoom screenshots: Cowperthwait, waving to camera, ends up the last one on the call. Foiled again.
I’m now low-key obsessed with never being the last person to leave a Zoom call, am daydreaming about rigging up a pedal so I could wave and GTFO at the same time. #Friday
Fellas, is it inclusive to cast dark magic?
Ah, it’s funny, because we’re all going to die.
Like, I’m not even mad. Malicious compliance is compliance! Clever girl.
The T-800 killer asshole robot from Terminator
Oh shit, I just unlocked an #AI secret. Came home, asked Siri to play a song, she didn’t respond, I persisted, eventually: “I found some web results; I’ll send them to your iPh—” “—Where the [expletive] is my music?” The song immediately blasted at 110% volume on every speaker in the house.
You know what?, let’s do this one for my amusement. A post-merger United Airlines-American Airlines is going to suck in new ways we can’t even imagine yet. This is going to be like watching the 1962 Mets play the 2008 Lions.
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Using `tmux` is a glimpse into the mind of a deeply unhinged creator, and one we don’t talk about nearly enough.
All I can say is that I hope they keep Vance busy on the campaign trail this year.
There’s nothing like stimulant drug enthusiasts’ terribly public meltdowns to test my progressive mettle, but I’m holding firm. Would I prefer they, say, adjourn to outside Daniel Lurie’s house? Certainly. But this is San Francisco; we all believe in their agency to arrive at the idea themselves.
I’m a former high school debater, so I’m the last one to judge anyone else’s furious shouting, but that also qualifies me to deem that neither of them is per se winning.
For a few weeks now, a gentleman outside my home has taken to sharing his very loud one-sided arguments with the world. But tonight, he’s attracted some sort of comic foil or arch nemesis or co-hazan and they’re putting on a duet.
I’ve changed my mind on having kids. We need to have kids, because someone has to throw all this shit away.
Please, never buy another Apple “duck head” power adapter. Even if we’re not friends, I’ll send you one. Two, actually. Ten.
An Apple “duck head” power adaptor. Now you know what it’s called!
I had to go into the storage unit to retrieve my box of 1,024 spare elevator lightbulbs, opened the wrong one, and learned that I own 1,024 Apple “duck head” power adapters. No, I don’t know why.
An unboxed Raspberry Pi 4 Model B board, a GPIO header pinout card, and a baggie of adorable tiny heatsinks
I’m working for the first time with a name-brand Raspberry Pi board and parts from a reputable kit vendor, instead of the dodgy Chinese knockoffs I’ve only ever used. What in heck? Have these things always come with *documentation*? 🤯
UCSF does not fuck around when you use the words “pain” and “chest” within the same timezone. I was on a bed with EKG patches stuck to my chest hair in literally under 60 seconds.
Slamming four cups of coffee is not, in fact, a good idea for someone who was plugged into an EKG literally twelve hours ago. So it goes.
It’s raining, so this coffee shop is absolutely lousy with laptop people, and I so self consciously don’t want to be one of those that I just keep buying more cups of coffee. See? I’m a real customer!
my idea of economics was forever changed when this girl in ninth grade was like “your family’s rich” and i said “yeah right, my dad’s a journalist and my mom’s a teacher, do the math” and she said “my dad’s a magician”
A standard chest radiograph with good inspiratory effort and what appears to be normal bony structures, mediastinum, and lung fields
What you are looking at is the world’s most expensive x-ray of the world’s worst hypochondriac. But look, Ma, no embolism!
Here is a periodic suggestion to check on your people, even the ones who don’t seem to be struggling, especially the ones who haven’t had any recent obvious traumas, because, [gestures at world].
Screenshot of the Apple Music application on an Apple iPad. Player shows a song entitled “The Magic of Saint Hill” on a record entitled “Scientology Music”
I let Apple Music go off on its own direction for a hot minute while I was making dinner, eventually got to a point where I hated the music enough to go figure out what was up, and, oh.🛸👽🚀
Boaters outside Pac Bell Park, most of them normal people in kayaks, but one in a vessel containing a soaking tub?, sure?, wearing a bunny suit and a New York Mets hat.
Oh sure. A human in a bunny suit in a jacuzzi tub in a boat in the Mission Creek channel in a Mets cap. You can’t convince me that our reality isn’t some very dumb ChatGPT thing.
A view down the third base line at Pac Bell Park; green field, reasonably populated stands, a blue sky mottled with wispy clouds
An ~8–year-old in the next row informed me that shouting “Dodgers suck!” in a ballpark is wrong because it may hurt the feelings of people here who like the Dodgers, actually, and now I’m Ross Douthat.
A counter with condiment dispensers at the ballpark. Industrial size jugs of Heinz ketchup, mustard, and relish, but between them a relatively tiny bottle of Gulden’s “spicy brown” mustard, uncapped.
I have deep respect and so many questions for whoever brought their own mustard to the ballpark, and left the bottle for everyone else.
And they never heed it
A curving stretch of seaside highway, green grass on the side, blue water beyond, beach in the far distance, cloudless sky reflected in the foreground by a shiny car hood. Ahead, a car is approaching the curve with its brake lights on.
A low-angle shot of a young, so young, he might be, like, 30 probably?, such good skin, anyway, young man in the front seat of a car, wearing a ballcap and sunglasses in which the California scene aforedescribed is reflected. He’s grimacing.
It fills me with California pride to see so many people driving Highway 1 for what is so plainly their very first time ever operating a motor vehicle.
