I don’t understand computers anymore. I just opened Byword and this is what I found:
I’ll be wondering all day what it is trying to tell me.1
I don’t understand the weather anymore, either. It was perfectly warm enough to sit outside on the balcony to howl at the almost full moon around 1am, so I decided to wear warm-weather-clothes again today. 2
So now I am sitting here at work, freezing.
Well done, weather.
Who is writing the microcopy for check-in services? I just saw a Tweet from a fitness check-in whatnot and it read, I kid you not:
I earned points for my workout on #Fitocracy! Check out my profile and become more awesome with me!
I don’t know how we’ll be able to explain that to future generations.
And seriously: “Fitocracy”? What’s the deal3 with that?
I’m already not sure how to feel about meritocracy and now they want the sporty people to take over?
I like the tilde, it’s such a calming character.
I forgot to make coffee this morning.
Let me repeat that:
I don’t even know what to say to that.
I spend too much time on the internet. How I know this? Every single joke my “friends” post to Facebook feels very old to me.
Either that or I need to find funnier friends.
- Did you really have the impulse to explain it to me? Just for a short moment? Shame. On. You. Of course I know exactly how that happened. (“I swear, it’s the first time that happened!”) ↩
- Does not include sandals, with or without socks, does include nerdy cargo shorts, though. ↩
- What’s the deal with airplane food, people? It comes in these little plastic boxes and nobody ever comments on it! ↩