The final product.

What’s he cooking today. Monday edition.

Bought a fake tree yesterday. My first ever. It feels weird but I decided breathing during December was nice.

I forgot how good the Quake video game soundtrack was.

A senate majority and Moscow Mitch faced with either retirement or a broken promise is truly better than sex tonight.

I was ready to buy a new nice 7.5 ft (90 inches, 20 little trumps) artificial tree today at Costco, but then I discovered my ceilings are 91 inches high. Womp womp. Oh well, at least I measured first.

Could I get the number of the truck that ran me over? It was all good and then I did reef blowing for a couple of hours. Killed my arms. But I had a massage so whatever. The massage floored me.

I’ll admit it. I’m almost enjoying the “true” verified versus the “paid” verified schism going on over on EBS. Trolls are awful with or without checks, but watching the pearl clutching going on about the sullying of the holy check is amusing. A wise user can clock a troll with a little common sense. An unwise user will get fooled regardless.

This made me laugh out loud.

Miss @Agatha chicken making a rare public appearance.

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I love Delete and Re-draft.

And corn.

I will get used to it, but my brains still reads the tags as #CostcoMusic and #DogsOfCostco.

My day so far. Of the five people interviewing to be my boss, the homophobic bigoted blackout drunk narcissist got it. Rather than consider it an omen for today I’ll count it as taking one for the team karma-wise.

The worst part about today’s election? We get to do it all over again with much higher stakes in two years.

Musk and his handlers have had access to the EBS infrastructure. If he sells it I would never consider it safe again unless the new owners do a line-by-line complete code review and recompile it on virgin hardware.

I put up the outside Xmas lights up yesterday. I am a monster.