I spend a solid minute turning my phone in every direction, tilting my head like a confused Labrador, before I realized I also had to hit the “rotate screen” button.
Sadly I could not finish counting before falling into a catatonic state where I began chanting in Akkadian and drawing non-Euclidian geometric figures on the walls with my eyes rolled back in my head. It caused me to miss a dinner reservation. I’m not doing that again!
I overheard you guys talking in braille in this teleconference since I’m in earshot. Because you all can clearly see me perk right up, can we act like we’re old friends?
This reminds me of the calendars our Explorer Post used to make and print out on blue bar paper as a fundraiser back in the late 80s. It was a lot of fun coming up with images to create for each month.
Just checking the rules… Am I supposed to call you a liar now and demand an apology? Or just an idiot making claims about something he knows fuck-all about?
Go ahead, keep digging for more ‘lies and errors’ about something that was actually my first career.
Actually, I told them they were being shitheads, and they stopped. No threats of violence implied.
And my wife says that actually the first time she decided I was ‘the guy’ was when I took her flying for the first time.
I’m lucky, and married up. My wife is awesome. So is my kid, who just got his first ‘real’ job as a legal writer this week. He’d been doing gig work classifying stuff for AI until now.
I’m lucky, my high school senior daughter’s work on the First Robotics team has been seized by the NSA and she’s been moved to an undisclosed location to work on the next generation of autonomous drones.
She’s going to have to defer her admission to MIT for a few years, but I think it’s worth it.
