I may or may not have felt a snowflake on my person as I checked the mail just now.
Sometimes this place feels like group therapy for social media recovery. It’s had an effect: I’ve found my online habits have changed dramatically in recent weeks. It’s been very cleansing.
Social media dieting (garciabuxton.com)
Oh, today was downright breathtaking in its craptasticness. And if that’s not a word, then dammit, I’m making it a word.
So, the husband crossed the border into Wisconsin on his rounds yesterday. We’re ready to root for the Brewers this weekend.
Guessing that what I’m feeling right now, as a native of San Diego and former NFL fan, is how Baltimore Colts fans felt about Bob Irsay’s passing.
Chargers owner Alex Spanos dies at 95 (USA Today)
It did my heart good to see this in the Times on this crummy morning. Except for the “handwritten” part (because my handwriting is terrible), I’m all in.
We Could All Use a Little Snail Mail Right Now (The New York Times)
I really didn’t need to read this before bedtime.
Smartphone robot finger lets devices crawl and touch users (The Independent)
Also, the podcast episode serves as my de facto Micro Monday recommendation of @ayjay, whose frequent pitching of Micro.blog finally nudged me over here. Blame him.
Had a great time talking to @macgenie for the latest Micro Monday podcast. She made the whole interview thing fun and relaxing. And she deftly edited my nervous babbling down to something halfway coherent. Thanks, Jean!
Why do I always sound like I have a cold?
Bookmarking this long read for later. Welcome to my world as an editor.
From inboxing to thought showers: how business bullshit took over (Guardian)
Interesting side effect (I hesitate to say “benefit”) of watching the Dodgers-Braves game: seeing political ads targeted to voters in California and Georgia.
In a rare moment, I just tweeted. The only time I tweet nowadays is at my 10-year-old’s behest to declare Pokémon Go accomplishments.
No reason to leave Micro.blog out. Here’s Mew.
Wrote my first letter on the new typewriter. I’ve missed you, snail mail.
Buttercream and butterscotch flavors swirled together. No actual beer was harmed in the production of this very fine ice cream.
Time to take a backhoe to the home office and clear out space for the new typewriter. Pray for me.
Analysis: Senators representing less than half the U.S. are about to confirm a nominee opposed by most Americans (Washington Post)
Happy to know F can keep herself occupied when I’m in the middle of something. Behold, the “doughnut pumpkin.”
F is home from school today (“institute day” for teachers). I’m in my office on a conference call, and I can hear her typing away on the new typewriter. I suspect she’s typing me hate mail for making her clean her room an hour ago.
I didn’t have time to clear off the kitchen table for this, but I don’t care. Just installed a new ribbon and typed a few lines. It’s downright dreamy.
Oh, listening to Uecker shill Usinger’s sausages and Leinenkugel beer in October at Miller Park makes me unbelievably happy.
Really nice to listen to Bob Uecker call a ballgame in October. Since both Chicago teams are out, I’ll be happy to root for Milwaukee.
Dentist has the SiriusXM ‘70s channel. It’s playing the Bay City Rollers cover of “I Only Want to Be With You,” which takes me back to when I was Frannie’s age. I may need to borrow the rye whiskey I gave my husband for his birthday to erase it from my neurons.
It’s an I-just-ate-two-breakfast-sandwiches-and-there-goes-my-fast kind of morning.
This is my third notice in 15 minutes. Somebody make it stop.
Just bought two typewriter ribbons and a used (yeah, like I’d find one new out there) Royal Aristocrat portable with cursive font. A bit of an online bargain impulse buy. Way more excited than I expected to be.