I’ve been driving Abby to school ever since Riley was born. She’s got her own thoughts and questions about everything, many of which are too difficult to have conversations about.
Today in the car we were talking about the light snow that had fallen overnight. She asked what the “water shooting out” was. She had seen the snow from the hood of the car blow by her window. I tried to explain this to her, but she didn’t grasp a few of the concepts that seem simple to us adults.
This guy made a manual for putting all of your thoughts on paper. It seems along the lines of some of the GTD stuff.
I got this postcard a long time ago. Don’t you love the handwriting?
If I got cool mail like this every day, I’d quit using the web.
In their infinite wisdom, White Wolf, makers of the RPGs titled [supernatural thing] : the [interesting word] have created Pimp the Backhanding. Oh, brother.
Something I heard on the radio this morning put me in mind of Zobmondo, a crazy board game in which players must vote on whether a person will choose one extreme option or another.
The issue on the radio was related to tobacco chew spit. Apparently, some bozo had stolen a truck, and when he went to take a drink of the soda that the driver had left in the cup holder, he met with quite a surprise. He ended up calling 911 because he was so nauseated, and that’s how the police caught him.