I half-wanted a pitcher of margaritas to go with our to-go Tex-Mex order. My wife half-wanted a pitcher, too. We decided to add that all up, and it came to a to-go pitcher of margaritas. …I disliked most aspects of Covid, but it’s nice to be able to order booze with your pickups/deliveries now.
Anyway, it’s one pitcher of margaritas later. Well, one-half. I’ll see you fine folks in the morning.
Because I won’t care how much blubber a hippo has, if neither will the pressure wave from the grenade.
We picked up the XPPen Artist12 Pro because both kids are getting deeper and deeper into computer-generated art, and the XPPen looked the best for his needs. It showed up today, and we spent an entertaining hour trying to figure out why it wasn’t getting any signal until I finally realized that the problem was I didn’t have enough going-out HDMI ports. I should be able to free up a port by using a DVI-D 24+1 to VGA conversion cable for the monitor, but that’s going to have to wait until Friday. The important thing is, we know what the issue is, and how to fix it.
…Fatherhood. Fatherhood never changes; only the stuff you have to fiddle with until it works does. I even have the equivalent of a can of old screws to rummage through to find the right one.
Clubber Lang was pretty much perfect.
Some weeks are fun, some are not. This was not one of the fun ones. I think a decent night’s sleep will help, though.
I’m mildly shocked there isn’t a TT RPG ruleset for this stuff.
I guess it’s open thread time*, because today was slooooooooow. Nothing interesting going on, or at least nothing interesting happening where I could see. I guess that’s Thursdays for you.
*I don’t really know why I have open threads. I don’t care if people talk about pretty much anything in the comments sections anyway.
I don’t have daughters, mind you. That might be skewing my perceptions. I should ask my father in law about this…
Gather them together, on a fine June Sunday morning. Let them choose to ride or walk, as they like; and proceed them down sun-dappled streets, with flower petals to mark their progress. I know that they will receive their awards in Heaven: but why not throw them a barbeque on Earth, as well?