I want to be a digital organizer, but I’m also a folder nesting whore and things get out of sight out of mind to easily. I find my daily tasks and todos are much more effective if I write them down in a small notebook that I always keep in my bag.

I’m pretty sure it’s and f-14 launching off of a carrier, but the image is zoomed in so you only see a tiny portion of the deck obscured by the smoke. The orange glow is the jets on the back, and it’s taken at an angle which makes the tail fins stick out weirdly.

Also the homemade signs on the farmers land. As a kid, I always got a kick out of a sheet of plywood that had been painted with a simple message: “outlaw sodomy.”

When I first played Mass Effect I thought it was silly that I could give Shepard a first name that would never be used, so I tried to come up with the absolute dumbest first name I could think of. Turns out BanjoShepard is available on practically every platform, so it became my internet persona.

The pictures are correct, but they don’t show how traffic can back up for miles before the merge point with everybody sitting in just one lane, and some guy who has taken it upon himself to police everyone else’s “manners” swerving to block anyone who dares to the the open lane and “cut in line.”

Yeah this is the scariest point in all of my projects.

I’ll add “The Great Automatic Grammatizator.” It’s my favorite by far, but I like all of the stories in “The Umbrella Man and other stories.”

My grandma got me into birding when I was a young child. My friends always text me pictures of birds like it’s a quiz. Maybe this means they’ll start to catch up.

The irony of this sign being photographed on a cellphone while driving takes this to the next level.

The older I get the more I’ve started to structure my ideal of being comfortable as meaning “my time is more valuable than my money.” Whereas I used to change my own oil or absolutely refuse to pay a delivery fee on take out, now I recognize that it’s more important to me to save that time than that money. Especially when it comes to things I could do, but a professional could do in a matter of hours to my days/weeks of work (I’m looking at you drywall finishing).

I think I meant buy. I’ve edited the comment. That said, after rereading the story last tonight, the reason they buy the rights to authors names is to eliminate competition and maximize profits.

Here it is if you’re interested. It’s a great read.

This reminds me of the short story “The Great Automatic Grammatizator” by Roald Dahl. In the story a machine is invented that can write great stories, but it’s creators go around buying the naming rights of authors so people will actually not their books.

Aldi has Frosted Mini-wheats that keep don’t get as soggy and hold on to the frosting longer.