I am at a corporate conference in San Antonio. There is a guy hosting a whiskey tasting. He says, look… I’m supposed to be selling Texas whiskey, but listen… Kentucky
I believe him.
Travel news: Carefully-folded shirt shoved mercilessly into bag
I can prepare for a big event like a conference for days or weeks, knowing every waking minute exactly when it’s happening, but when the calendar reminder pops up day-of I still go like “oh shit was that TODAY?”
Remarkable how much of the future goes back to being powered by steam and yet how unreliable it is, spewing all over the place in dark alleys and bursting from consoles every time a spaceship gets blasted.
Had this weird crossed-wires experience trying to meet a coworker at their desk only to find the whole office suite empty and dark (typical Friday). It triggered a memory of this Garfield series from when I was a kid, which has stuck with me for 30+ years:
https://nitter.b-wells.us/STDeltaShift/status/1580330787374669824/photo/1
I’m going to have to find a way to keep up with top content like this without twitter :-/
