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I now know more about the subtleties of alphabetizing German than I probably should.
Zen and the Art of Operating System Maintenance
The advent of Big Kombucha (it's like the Cola Wars for vegans) feels intrinsically Left Coast.
Southern CA: Where 72℉ apparently is "shorts to the office" weather
Countless chips/beer displays announce Superbowl is nigh yet none give date. Wondering if adjacent Cadbury eggs means it falls on Easter.
Those who say the modern world lacks faith have obviously never relied on a GPS with live traffic integration.
Los Angeles: Where even if you're rolling in an Aston Martin, you're pumping your own gas.
Lunch requires a non-trivial amount of coordination.
You all can read me strongly worded letters anytime you want - no financial hanky panky required.
Depressed about the death of House Select Committee on Global Warming and the anti-science motivations of those who killed it.
Dear companies attempting to break the Internet in order to support shady business models: I hate you. #NetNeutrality
Dear causes I support: Please make sure your spokespeople can actually articulate your beliefs so I don't end up screaming at the radio.
OH: "I saved a turkey and ate a pizza... A *whole* pizza."
Apparently I've turned into a cooking tech support hotline. Take that, Butterball.
Dear future historians: Around now is when I start forgetting what life was like before pervasive Internet.
"Non-competes are the DRM of human capital" and their unenforceability may be why Silicon Valley exists (http://www.techdirt.com/article...).
Watching Dutch reality competition feels like brain reprogramming - just enough similar words and plots to figure out what's going on.
Girl Talk - All Day (now leave me alone so I can listen)
"Though the results seem ambitious, the individual steps necessary are well within our abilities" (goo.gl/gX3S1) Happy Conception Day, WWW!
Raging about curtailing the spread of Christmas decorations and workplace germs... it must be early November.
Perhaps putting too much faith in the power of the anonymous complaint form.
Of course picking out a Halloween costume provokes a minor existential crisis.
Doing my part to set Western Civilization back by explaining "Jersey Shore" to the 2 remaining people still unfamiliar with the premise.
OH: "It's like joining the Navy to learn how to mop floors." "Yeah, but... they're *really* good at it..."
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