“Han! The odds of avoiding bankruptcy are 4:1!”

“Never tell me the o-oh. Actually, that’s not bad. Yeah, no, let’s keep going.”

“What’s wrong, Doc?”

“Here’s your problem. She doesn’t have any toppings. No relish. No chili. Nothing. It’s no surprise she didn’t last a minute in Flavortown.”

“Damn it! I’ve been a fool!”

Once all of the fuller bottles are depleted, we’re gonna see some exponential growth in the bottle population.

If I don’t have a long enough stretch of time to do it all at once, I ain’t starting it.

But seriously, getting medicated has done wonders for being able to start multi-day projects. I’m learning VBA right now because I want to automate some of my processes at work. I’m finally cool with starting something I can’t finish today. Generally, I want my code to do some fairly specific and complex things. So I’m happy to spend a few hours tweaking a block to make it do exactly what I want, and it feels so good when it works as expected. But before getting on meds? Nah, I wouldn’t even entertain the idea because I wouldn’t know where to start. Medicine helps me draw up an outline of what I want to do with my code, then achieve those tasks bit by bit.

And that’s applied across everything I do. It’s okay to not finish today. But it’s important to start.

Public transit really brings together all kinds of people. It breaks down barriers and allows people from a variety of backgrounds to mingle.

This is the kind of community unity every place needs. ♥️

I use Debian. Does this mean I’m in the top 0.05% of Steam users?

I can put my life in danger. I can put your life in danger. But I draw the line when you put my life in danger.

This is Astrid. About 1 year old. She always acts so neglected when we go out. Believe me, I spend multiple hours a night cuddling this one.

She just wants to lick my face.

Next up is Sherlock. He’s about 2½ years old. He has his Urban Canine Good Citizen making him a certified good boy.

This is Izzy. She’s just shy of 9 years old. We have had her since she was 4 weeks old. She’s running a little chunky, but she’s also extremely fluffy.

And finally, Thorin. He just turned 12. He was my wife’s cat before we met. He’s all the love of a dog with all the craziness of an orange cat. He doesn’t understand or respect the concept of “no.” He is a bottomless pit for attention. He knows how to open the blinds.