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.
Another Saturday, another morning of listening to “Wait Wait … Don’t Tell Me!” repeatedly, especially if it’s a particularly hilarious episode. This week’s show with guest Jon Hamm is one of those. Thank God for the TuneIn app and podcasts.
It seems really wrong — and certainly inconvenient — to love sleep more than anybody else in my household.
I don’t have the stomach for social media conversing at the moment. Meanwhile, I’m just going to leave this right here.
Cokie Roberts: Kavanaugh supporters ignore women’s voices at their own peril (ABC News)
Close to wrapping up another nonstop work week. Tonight is the first night this week I get to go to bed without opening the laptop.
Life’s little joys become even littler as one gets older, I guess.
I was in high school and college in the 1980s. I didn’t learn until 10 years ago how much hardcore partying went on at my high school. All the recent buzz about 1980s teen party culture makes me doubly happy that I missed out.
“The pancakes are cold because I took too long to select an Instagram filter. I will eat them to punish myself.”
A day in the life of a social media influencer (McSweeney’s)