Timing timing timing.

I keep seeing this “timestamp” thing freaking my people out. You know, setting a date for something. This is when it’s finally happening. Because, you know, the productivity guru-ey people need you to say that whatever it is you’re busy...

Scissors. Part two.

Or: A number of surprising realizations and a typewriter. Okay. Kind of left you trailing last time … let me catch you up. If you will recall, I’m getting my stitches taken out (part one) by someone fabulously incompetent. Or hilariously incompetent...

Argh. Crap. Happy new year?

Oh no! I mean, hey! It’s that time again! So it’s funny we were just talking about chickens (well, I was — read the last post if you don’t know what I’m talking about and hey, maybe you still won’t) because I’m kind of running...
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