Neal Wilson ✅ @neal@social.typica.us

Someone just followed me on tumblr and I'm like, wait, didn't I get rid of that multiple acquisitions ago?

Grocery run was shockingly cheap. Store must be making it up on eggs which were priced multiple dollars higher than a store 2 blocks away.

Needed to hit a grocery store while doing errands for the shop and got a coupon for cat food at the checkout. I was planning to go back after work and buy cat food (among other things) so that's good timing.

Reasons to write your own software: So you can have good scroll bars instead of whatever that abomination everybody else seems to be using is.

The cat has not adjusted to DST.

Considering ordering a pizza.

Update: I can see the cat now. She's looking for things to shove her face into.

I wonder what the cat is getting into.

The cat has declared it hugs time.

This morning I woke the cat up by pulling my phone out from under her. She proceeded to curl up in my lap and go back to sleep there instead.

Started with the dumbest, fastest to write, least efficient implementation of a thing that should work and while in this particular case I know there's no way I'm going to ship this, I suspect that even a 10-15 year old computer would still run this at acceptable speed and I'm half tempted to test that idea.

It's cat o'clock.

You encounter a rubber laptop foot. The side that adheres to the laptop is slightly sticky. You check the bottom of the laptop. It still has all its feet.

The last thing I did at work was sanitizing stuff so of course the cat wants to be all over my bleachy hands.

Fancy eggs were almost 20 cents cheaper than normal eggs today so I got the fancy eggs. A while back the difference was smaller and I saw someone take the broken egg out of the last carton of the cheaper fancy eggs and swap it for an egg from the most expensive eggs the store had. I didn't say anything because it's not like I'm the egg police.

Anyway, I'm taking home a cake.

One of my employees came in with a bunch of cakes to give away (he's going to school for such things)

There's a cat foot on my foot

(don't need to show ID for root beer yet, no matter how insidious you think the beverage is)

Today's grocery shopping experience was a mixed bag. On the plus side, most of what I wanted was on sale, there was a staffed check out lane with a short line, and the checker caught on that I'd arranged things on the belt in a reasonable bagging order. On the minus side, I had to let them know that they didn't need to get a supervisor to card me for the root beer.