I love it when I manage to stick to my routine -- two hours of solid work on something before opening anything else -- for a couple of days in a row. And then I wonder why I cannot seem to do it every single day.

Rubber ducks don’t talk back

My dad was a cryptic crossword puzzle maven, and when he was really stumped he would read the clue to me, start explaining it and, before I had said a word, would have solved it himself.

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s/Power nap //

I suppose I should be glad that there are idiotic dunces with more money than brains who will pay me to turn their references -- downloaded from a perfectly good bibliographic program, with perfectly adequate formatting rules -- into correctly formatted references as required by their equally doltish publisher … But I'm not.

Computers were supposed to, and can, free us from this drudgery.

Can I have my money now, please?

Not in the aggregate, no. You are a human.

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Hey, it's idiopathic. Humanity need not be involved.

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There are some sapient beings who prefer to keep their peanut butter well separated from their chocolate. But they surely agree that, taken separately, those are two towering achievements.

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Oh dear.

You're confusing a name with a description.

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Load more on Macchiato seems to go back to the marker before last, if you see what I mean.

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