Possibly the cruelest irony of adulthood is that autonomy comes with a shit load of terms and conditions.

For instance, I could eat cookies for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day if I wanted to. But it would result in diabetes, obesity, and eventually death. So yes, theoretically I could do it. But not if I want to live for very long.

Damn shame too because I have a weakness for chocolate chip cookies.

One of the best bosses I ever had was an electronics engineer (I’m software). There are a lot of shared concepts between engineering disciplines. I enjoyed working with hardware engineers and getting to see how they approach problems.

Ah yes. The Maple Doctrine.

Paris, Texas maybe.

There comes a point, somewhere late in the evening after my ADHD meds have worn off, where it’s more productive to not do any coding. If I do, I’m just going to end up throwing most of it out tomorrow because it’s a bunch of bug littered spaghetti.

Unfortunately, I also solve most of my big problems when I’m not staring at a screen. After which I have to resist the temptation to go work on it so I don’t make a big mess. It’s some kind of cruel irony.