I smell like a goat. Or maybe smelling like a goat would be an upgrade. I smell more like a goat if it was eaten by a horse and then shit out days later, spread across a pig pasture, rolled in for weeks, and then deposited on the floor of a barn during a heatwave.
I am writing from something that you would more likely expect to see in the control center at SpaceX than in the sticks of central Virginia. This newly built office getup, in which I now live, has more controls and options and comfort than I even knew was possible. What? I shouldn’t be finishing my … Continue reading The Business of Comfort
I know I’ve written about this at least once before, but it happened to me again yesterday, so going to rage write it again in ALL CAPS FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK IF THE ROOM. Not really. The people who need to hear this are likely not in the room. So, people in the … Continue reading Dr. Diet Plan