If you didn’t see this coming after tweeting nothing but ellipses since 2008, then you don’t know me very well.
Everything is perfect.
New glossy one-deck Superfight expansion boxes. Your kids can pretend they’re cigarettes.
Long ago on the ship, she asked, “Why pyramids?” He said, “Think of them as an immense invitation.”
This show for sure isn’t for me. I’ll take the Power Puff Girls over these ponies any day. But my son is way into them. And it makes me sad that there are dads and moms out there who would give a shit about their son liking this. I like seeing how they develop if I don’t nudge them unless they need it. I hope it helps them become as truly themselves and as comfortable in that as they can be. If a child loves a thing, they become inspired. And those are the little bonds in their brains that I want turning into big strong bonds.
#tbt Three years back to one of the best pictures I have ever taken.
Boys only night.
bisforpiano asked: I just had a shrimp burrito. All the shrimp was in a single layer on one end. The struggle is real.
You had a shrimp parfait in a tortilla cup. It all settles at the bottom.
Everyone knows you’re supposed to yell “PULL”, throw it in the air, shoot it with a shotgun, sweep up the pieces, use a magnet to get any buckshot out, wash it all off, put it in a new tortilla, and eat it.
I’d read that.
I changed the title, because the last one wasn’t sticking for me.
I really can’t express how much I love posting this stuff on medium. The place is full of stories about tech and culture and journalism and tech and global issues and tech, and here I am posting this stuff. Because it’s the only voice I have. I’m not being a dick about it. Read the post. I think it’s a story that deserves reading. At least until they have finally had enough of me and kick me off.