Today's department lunch involved my succumbing to sweet, sweet temptation. That's right. Bacon cheeseburger and fries. And a Boddington's.
Sits in my stomach like a stone. Even now after an hour and a half of all kinds of martial arts crazy (which I SUCK at... just so we're clear).
Apparently my head was bleeding. We weren't even done with warm-ups and some gal stopped me and told me I was bleeding.
I still don't know how.
Must have been a tiny cut, but boy... people moved fast to make sure I wasn't dying.
Flattering, I guess.
Quite the introspective day, actually. I think perhaps I have all the emotional maturity of an eggplant in most ways that matter. Kind of amusing and disturbing by turns.
I am my own worst enemy. That's for damn sure.
And on that topic, I'm considering getting a new TV after this weekend's cable debacle. An LCD TV isn't cheap, though. I can afford it, but I'm just really wary of coughing up that much cash.
But the TV. It calls to me...
And then the crashing reality hits me that I can't actually move my current TV without help (and a truck).
Good times.
Claude Opus 4.7 identified a writer from 125 words she'd never published
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Kelsey Piper, a writer at Vox's Future Perfect, pasted 125 words of an
unpublished political column into Claude Opus...
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1 comment:
Truck I can't do but help I can...however only if you promise to go 1080p for your new set. Anything less would be a crime and you'd deserve to move your old set by your lonesome.
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