catching up with old friends is always hard: too much celebrating and remembering in a short span.
Resignation: when you give up trying to pick the raisins out of Trail Mix and just grab a handful.
Growing up ain’t easy.
Kinda anti-climatic that new –purchased in Apple retail Store— MacBook Air still comes with Lion.
Captain: “please remember to place your rollerboards wheels first on the overhead bin”.
Yeps, I’m flying to San Francisco.
I would have expected this from a Monday, but a Tuesday? I thought we had something.
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.