This week is the seven year itch, should have bought that dip, but at least you won’t get caught by cheese, also that iron-pumping gator.
This week we lead by introversion, anticipate a blog comeback, count sandwiches, and if you're over 30 you're most likely to injure yourself when you sleep.
This week we ride downhill, chill in the lo-fi cafe, feel old, dress to impress, and watch the trash.
This week we have tiny wins, good and bad zips, integer overflow, dishwasher cartridges, robots with lasers, and cats dropping things.
This week we Telegram with Yaya, come out of the cave, done fucking around, we keep ourselves sharp, and watch a real estate seminar.
This week we decide how big is “big data“, start each meeting late, troll Intel and AMD, hack the ice cream machine, and put a new bezel on an old Mac.
This week we start with a unicorn and end with a goat, we talk about goalies and trolleys, we impersonate mom, and draw on the cave wall.
This week we avoid an airline disaster, get a chocolate expense fund, pay the door fee, and try to get at least one project finished.
This week we overpay for a Substack subscription, Figma becomes the new gaming platform, and we meet a criminal dog.
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