9 years of using Macs full time, and still learning new keyboard shortcuts. Command + Option + Eject FTW.
9 years of using Macs full time, and still learning new keyboard shortcuts. Command + Option + Eject FTW.
…Yet watery brew in my moka. (Foiled by the 140 char limit)
Espresso ground in one of those red supermarket grinders is simultaneously too fine and too coarse. Makes for an oddly sludgy, yet water …
Nothing quite makes a Saturday night like figuring out how to remove freshly expressed eau de skunk from both your dogs.
Probably the most mouthwatering thing you’ve seen in a long time: http://moourl.com/cured (@blacksceva may disagree, though)
Suggestion: Miles Davis’ “Bitches Brew” does not belong on your iPod for on-the-go listening. Its purpose lies elsewhere.
Jeez… I seem to be hemorrhaging followers here. Was it something I said?
I also seem to be hemorrhaging people I follow. This Twitter thing must be buggy. THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! I DEMAND A REFUND!
Oh, right.
As of 8pm yesterday, Comcast had restored service here. Too bad they couldn’t make it last even 24 hours. Time to call it a day.
Déjà vu alert: 1999 called. They want their “immersive fullscreen” Flash intro back.
Which also meant a borked phone line, of course.
12,000 Comcast customers left without service as a result.
Just solved one of my favorite kinds of problems – the one that looks obscenely complicated but has a deceptively simple solution.
Maybe that Comcast outage is a good thing. I didn’t realize just how gorgeous it is outside today.
Fucking Comcast service outage in my area with no ETA on getting it fixed. Think I’ll go for a walk.
Relocated to local coffee shop to finish up the work day.
Sweet. Comcast must’ve read my previous tweet and responded with one of my LEAST favorite problems - a borked internet connection.
The Comcast outage is the result of a bucket truck driving nearby which hadn’t stowed its bucket properly. Fibre Optic severing followed.
Strange, Fellini-esque things happen when your extended family comes over to spend a few nights.
Hell hath no fury like a Molting Siberian Husky in your home.