Newest Episode of Roderick on the Line had an absurd number of amazing “why didn’t they make it bigger” bands named dropped by our esteemed hosts; I made a Spotify list of some of them.
Noticing how much I’ve been drawn towards coaching/mentoring and managing lately. I miss the human side of work in my web dev job. Maybe I need to work on Coding Coach more? I’d like to get paid, too, though.
My annual Dropbox sub ran out (due to a few reasons) and is making me question my reliance on it a bit. So I thought, “wait, can my @blot site function without it?”
And y’know, of COURSE it can…and switching to git? Automagic. 🎉💻
It’s only 60 degrees and not sweat-inducingly humid and I’m so so so happy to be back in Portland
There’s a special place in hell for people in a Southwest boarding line who make the “what number are you?” question awkward.
Just a little grasp at feeling some normalcy. Hooray for random nicer coffee shops in the ‘burbs!
“In the holding tank I built for myself / it’s feeding time”
In other Counting Crows news, you;’d think the best way to transport me to high school / college Jim is playing ska or something, but really, the best way is putting on “Sullivan Street” 🎵
but yeah, sorry karaoke fans, but i was feeling so symbolic, er, i mean, i was feeling self-deprecating that night
The other day at karaoke I did my normal schtick of singing the altered lyrics to Mr. Jones that Duritz has been singing for years…it often gets some knowing nods, but this time it was more “why is he cursing?” looks