Unholy shit, what a crappy day.
Real life™ needs a soundtrack … a people spam filter and an unfollow button.
Absorbing presentation design + deadline + chocolate bar next to keyboard + 90 minutes = unexpected stomach ache.
“The installation procedure for Aces Patch B requires that your hard drive have about 3 megabytes (MB) of available disk space.”
#future
5 hours after scorpion bite, the only superpower I have is a new nervous tick that makes me shake like the Macarena if I feel a crawling.
Watching the Apple liveblog on the my iPad 1 feels like reading Maxim with your girlfriend in the room.
Mi iPhone tiene auto-detecta el wifi de el Alazán de Altamira.
#soydelacuarta
Wednesday, February 23, 2011 →
I wish BIOS makers knew how to make subliminal messages.
That way I could remember the fucking keyboard shortcuts.
Mail: “Important Tax Return Document Enclosed”.
Well, hello there April … didn’t think I’d see you hiding behind March, eh?
Don’t know if it’s a thing, but #ODIS
(Oh Damn it’s Sunday)
#TGIF obnoxious cousin.
I tend to forget things when I drink.
OMG WHO JUST WROTE THAT?!
I also argue with meself.
Doing some demographic grafx for a presentation. Many filenames with “sex” and “age”on the Desktop.
Feel more pervert than usual.
Very sure the next world war will start because somebody left an empty carton of milk on the fridge.
When the flying insect makes a noticeable shadow, it’s time to get the heck out of there.
I always logout from my bank account with two distinct attitudes:
- Hell Yeah!
- Oh Shit.
Today is a type b day.
Another great BlackBerry feature: self-aware recycle procedure at kernel-level.
Or …
Fucking phone resets itself whenever it wants to.
I should have known when bitching about no hot water, that there’ll be no water a few seconds later.
The universe ♥ Monty Python.
Hmmm, update this manually or waste 15min messing with .htaccess so it happens automatically?
500 Internal Server Error. I hate meself.
If you take the backroads in your commute, give way to those leaving home.
No reason to ruin THEIR day.
“Marvin: I’ve been talking to the main computer. Arthur: And? Marvin: It hates me.”
One of those days …
Que sabroso es comer sabroso.
A smoke in the middle of the night provides no answers…
But helps with questions.
Using twitter/facebook/internet for anything less than a massive democratic revolution seems like a banal endeavor today.
I have about two dozen effects at my disposal to make a photo appear old and analog.
Can’t seem to make an analog photo look new though.
I could never be a F1 driver.
I’d be yelling “PICK A FUCKING LANE!!!” the whole race.
27 Km/h
(Speed at which a lady on a ’74 Malibu ahead of me, reaches my rode-range boiling point on a busy one-lane road)
Not a cloud in the sky, 24°C.
Somehow heading to an office doesn’t seem like a well thought out plan.
Like a Pixar movie, the iPad is quickly developing two plots: a simple touch and go UI, and a powerful gesture language for pro-users.
Finally playing with MacAppStore and Tweetie 2.
Loving it.
I finished reading Peter F. Hamilton’s Void Triology last night.
Pure Sci-Fi space opera. But still the most fun reading of #2010.
If you’ve ever read Sci-Fi short stories from the 60’s, the time to start freaking out is right about … now. #2011