If you’ve ever tried to get close to this place, you already know about the fearsome “no trespassing” signs.
The dogs couldn’t get to me from this vantage point.
So, ner, Mr/Ms Recluse.
If you’ve ever tried to get close to this place, you already know about the fearsome “no trespassing” signs.
The dogs couldn’t get to me from this vantage point.
So, ner, Mr/Ms Recluse.
Farewell, rego stickers. I won’t miss you. Not even a little.
Last month, I joined all those other geeks and started using a retro (but not) mechanical keyboard.
It’s very clicky.
Thankfully it hasn’t woken up the children. So far. That I know of.
The really ironic thing about April Fool’s is that it’s the only day of the year that anyone is even remotely skeptical of the Internet.
Thomas Jefferson, via The Callus
Side note: I enjoy April Fool’s Day pranks, and have been known to pull some of them myself, but I’m a little troubled by the expense involved in certain stunts. Daring Fireball makes a reasonable point.
When mourning the accidental loss of one’s milkshake, one should find solitude on the back of a friendly-looking concrete turtle, and suck quietly on a lollypop.
Best intentions notwithstanding, it was all but impossible to get out for quality time with strangers in March. Most significantly, my mother-in-law’s second fight with cancer came to a sudden, tragic end on the 18th. I’ll write more about that in due course, but for now, I’m declaring March an x100.365 write-off, and unlike “old Luke”, I’m refusing to feel guilty about it.
Normal programming will resume in April. “31 strangers in 31 days” will happen later in the year.
This is not an April Fool’s joke. I’m all out of those.