Life of a corkscrew is philosophical.
When my function works on the first try, I receive a standing ovation from my imaginary audience.
And the audience all look just like me.
Fast moving slugs and snails seem more intimidating than running sloths.
Mr. White River to Mr. Black Field.
What does this mean to our economy?
“I’m just pooped” she says.
“Good work” he replies.
Ousama is awesomer.
Middle age manliness.
A way of thinking about how young/old one: divide an age by the last year in life.
It’s like having a stretchable ruler.
Pouting at myself in the past for writing a script that doesn’t make sense.
Hugging myself in the past for being smarter than my current self.
Busy day.
A complete remotely operated team for the mystery hunt.
Robots in mail.
A blog farmer can only either produce or harvest in one place.
Rock-climbing sparrows outside the windows.
Tiny leg muscles with a big tummy. Quite impressive.
Sometimes, I feel that I’ve met the person I probably have never even seen.
And sometimes, I know that other people also feel that way about this person.
Milk, Coffee & Sugar.
Soy milk, Coffee & Salt.
Beer, Coffee & Cheese?
An idea for a journal: only include studies that just got scooped by other teams.
Comforting or depressing?
Testing one’s Japaneseness:
When I was biking home today, I gained luck.
Hint: Some might say I was unnlucky.
Being able to read words upside down can become problematic when crossing streets.
My server needs a bit of family planning counseling.
There are consequences that even promises can’t promise.
Getting water out of both ears is like trying to figure out Escher’s drawings.
Dried watermelon. Oxymoronic reality.