Me in my 20s: "I'm the best programmer in the whole damn company."

Me in my 30s: "How the fuck has no one realized how useless I am. They probably are just kind enough to not say anything..."

In reality, I think it's somewhere in the middle.

My cooperativeness covers for my declining dependability. But that can only last for so long..

I really don't like how you purchasing things now requires being a member of some random service, making up a password, and giving up your personal information.

You don't need my mailing address and name to send me an eticket to a comedy show.

I wish legislators would legislate against requiring the forfeit of personal information not related to the service they provide.

In response to this new revelation from the self-proclaimed vicar of christ on Earth, I will post a recent picture of myself crossdressing.

While I was not pretending to be god at the time, there are heavenly streaks of light across the photo, so I feel like that lets me off the hook a little bit?

I decided to skim the new declaration from the Vatican on the way to work..

Apparently I've been dressing fem wrong. According to this, I'm supposed to pretend to be god while I do it.

Thanks Mr. Pope, I will try harder next time!

I got a personal trainer, and in the first session he pointed out that my right ankle is crooked and it messes with the symmetry of my standing walking and running postures.

All these decades I didn't notice. Now I can't not see it.

And it explains why my right hip gets weird when I do a lot of running.

The first session alone was worth it for that realization 🙏

Somehow I managed to triple book Monday morning before work: Yoga, a meeting, and a health checkup.

Now cancelling Yoga (going on two weeks without exercise 😢) and rescheduling the meeting, which itself was already rescheduled once.

The hospital staff were really kind and spent 30 minutes on the phone with me to clear time for this monday appointment, so rescheduling that is a no go. My only other availability this month was on a women-only day at the hospital anyway.

#adulting

Me every year since 2015: I really need to set aside a few weeks to organize my files and photos and honestly my whole life. But there's no time.

Me every year now: I will just let everything fall into disarray. Soon enough, AI will be advanced enough to pick up the pieces for me.

The promise of AI hasn't changed my conduct, just my excuses.

People are kind enough to give me things once in a while, but no one ever gives me what I really need: stable internet wherever I am, including in tunnels, and a secretary.

Too much to ask?

I was just drinking with a Japanese mechanical engineer who knew who Dan Marino, John Elway, Brett Farve, and Joe Montana are.

I know nothing about them as people so I'm not vouching, but as icons of 90s american football, and a part of my childhood, it warmed my heart to hear those names again.

I'm at that point in my life where I'm not sure how I'm getting home, but I'm pretty sure I'm not.

A random guy cut me in line at airport check-in.

This airline has only one flight from here and it's not for another 2.5 hours.

I didn't say anything, as I don't speak the local language, and the flight takes off at the same anyway. But I want to know...

What is the point of cutting the line under these circumstances?

Amazon AWS is too complicated.

It told me Identity Center is recommended over IAM, and 4 hours later I'm giving up on that rabbit hole.

Even if I got it working, updating all of the grants and groups and boundaries and policies and roles and so forth will not be worth the effort.

Overheard today: "Shit on a plate, ship it, and hope for the best"

Just thinking of how cool it is to have two eyes, not to mention vision in general. It's good to be appreciative of these things.

One reason to be thankful for the letter ñ:

The only other difference between the Spanish keyboard and English keyboard on my phone is one says "en es" and the other "es en" and I can never remember which is which.

At some point yesterday the language switch button on my phone keyboard disappeared and I haven't figured out how to get it back.

But the unexpected thing is that I've been typing to my fiancé in English today. We have no established manner of speaking to each other in English, and I don't have any sense of what tone I should use.

But somehow she's just as cute in English ❤️

I spend significant time daily working with flaky internet going in and out.

Big up⁰lmklu to people who still design apps designed to work without internet connection.

I have friends who feel threatened by AI, and I understand their position.

But for me, the day I can hand my job to AI will be the most liberating day of my life.

Because the next day, instead of waking up to every deadline being one day closer, and every missed deadline being one day further postponed, and another shit ton of messages in my inbox needing my attention,

I will do what I want to do without having to keep someone else waiting.

i feel human

Some should wr off weed