Of course, the side-glances and stares from the receptionist now make a lot more sense. And my previous hypothesis, a bit narcissistic.
“why are you measuring signal strength in the bathroom? Who needs WiFi there?”
I sometimes find my lifestyle difficult to explain.
Estimados amigos vacacionistas de cubículos e insolados por luces de neón: encima de Caracas no hay ni una. sola. nube. #aquemañanallueve
me considero quejón de oportunidades iguales: tanto el carro con calcomanía de Rosario que no da paso, como el de ‘racing’ que va lento.
/dev/sda Looks like the RAID 1 configuration is working.
/dev/sdc Looks like the RAID 1 configuration is working.
I have calmly decided to go to bed, run 10K in the morning, and then get on the roof and kill this fucking access point.
#serinitynow
INDEPABIS debería tener una extensión para cuando alguien trae pie de guayaba en vez de chocolate.
I once arrived to a bar so early… they threw me in.
I fought the proxy and I won I needed a server and I got mine The proxy don’t mean shit if you’ve got the right ports. That’s how IT is run.
“Unlike X, the Y fork developer is not existentially challenged.”
Sometimes forums are great.
Turns out “The one that got away” is not a reference to Duck Hunt.
I really need to stop talking to my dogs and expect a reply. It’s freaking-out the cat.
Yeah baby, I have my boxers on, grab my MacBook Air, sit on the bed and… “EAAAAAAOOHHHHOLLY CRAP THE METAL IS COLD”
#sadtruestory
Our mail programs used to respect us. There was a time when they would announce royally that You got mail. Now a vibrate is all we get.
“You can’t fire me! I… oh, you actually can’t? I’d have to do WHAT?!”
Strict labor laws have ruined many TV sitcom scripts.
Status: Happy monday everybody!
Real Status: i miss friday.
Home is where a long hot shower is.
I blame TV horror films for my lack of handyman skills.
Sink food disposers, breaker boxes and gas stoves, all sound like #deathtraps.
“Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit and resign yourself to the influences of each.” — Thoreau
Desde la autopista no veo que viene lluvia, sino una catarata ambulante.