Strange pastime of mine: maintaining a playlist of cover songs and their original versions.
I never want to hear or read another word by Chris Cillizza ever again. Please send him back to social media where he belongs.
2020 resolution: never look up a recipe on the internet.
Online recipes are a cesspool of pointless family stories and people begging for you to sign up for their newsletter so they can tell you pointless family stories.
By the time I’m 57, everything I say will be a reference to a pop culture property. 96% of those references will be to the first 8 seasons of the Simpsons.
Music my kids have played in the HomePod this morning: Shake It Off by Taylor Swift, Karate and Starlight by Babymetal.
If you want a sure fire way to make sure you never get phone calls on your iPhone, enable WiFi calling. Everything goes straight to voicemail. The phone never rings.
Traffic westbound on I-70 outside Kansas City was horrible. Half of a double-wide trailer home blew off the semi carrying it. The entire freeway was shuttered. Luckily, we were headed east.
When I retire, I’m gonna open a museum of internet products. Stuffed toys and coffee mugs and enamel pins made to promote comics and apps, spread memes. It’ll double as a gift shop.
I’m somewhere on the plains in Kansas right now, and nature is providing ample white noise. The wind is incredible (and I say that as someone who’s been outside during a Texas hurricane).
Heading home from our vacation. Gotta find some way to integrate back into normal life now. Gonna be tough.
While in Colorado, I managed to find beer from two of my favorite tiny breweries in Portland, which is pretty fantastic. Never thought I’d have beer from those places again.
Doing that holiday thing where I’m so not used to having down time that I can’t think of anything to do so I just sit and stare at my phone like a dummy.
After rearranging my backpack three times.
We’ve been on vacation for almost a week, and the only things I’ve missed are our HomePods and our dog.
I think it’s time to purge a lot of stuff when we get home.
Elf on the Shelf is one property I really didn’t expect to see in the Macy’s parade. It’s also a thing I wish would die in a fire.
Last night’s snack: a super-rich chocolate bar with pretzels, cookies, brittle, marshmallows, and cereal mashed into it.
I want another one.