One of my fondest memories of childhood computer use was sneaking The Talking Moose onto my mom’s PowerBook.

Now 48, I have again achieved success with Shortcut automations and the Fred voice.

Every time she plugs in her phone, “You don’t got a ticket? Then get the hell out.”

It’s July 4th. Sign my petition to rename ice to Democracy Cubes.

My incredibly handsome friend Jerome has launched his new business — Do Coffee Roasters. It's decaf that doesn't taste like regret.

Get amongst it while there's the launch deal of free shipping in Australia!

docoffee.com.au

Alright let’s do a painting auction! This little buddy is 8x10. Painted with bees wax. Reply with a bid. Highest bid gets it. Bid will be donated to @translifeline.bsky.social. Shipping is extra. (Int’l bidders beware.) If you’re in the Bay Area bonus studio visit. Let’s GIVE TRANS PEOPLE MONEY!

The War on Email enters its 44th folder

You know that thing when someone asks for advice about mediation and you write a treatise on mediTation? It’s a blast and is itself a type of meditation when you think about it. Or not. I think I need new glasses.

My dad texted me “I would like to talk to you about the difference between Microsoft and Linux…“. Which is not a message I want to get from anyone ever.

“At Australian Hammer Barn, if you want to find a pizza oven and you bump into a flamingo that means you’ve gone too far.” –My son, emphatically and unprompted, at the breakfast table