Everything I read and heard indicated I would get no cell phone coverage at Camp McDowell. Well, my signal was fine, and there was even WiFi. I could have taken my charger. (Probably good that I didn’t.) I could have taken my netbook and blogged. (Ditto.)
I still hate Daylight Saving Time. When I’m president, my first executive order on the afternoon of January 20 eliminates it.
Well, maybe my second. My first, of course, changes “Hail to the Chief” to “God of Thunder” by Kiss.
Eight kids checked out of Aaron’s school early today, including him and one of his classmates. Norovirus! Woohoo!
The first LED daytime running lights on cars were cool. Now we’re firmly in the obnoxious bandwagon period. I predict yellow ones next, then both white and yellow on the same car.
My hot sauce adventure goes swimmingly. I’ve gotten to 175,000 Scoville units with Great White Shark Predator hot sauce. It’s got a wonderful flavor, too.
Google+ has ruined the company, according to an ex-team lead. I’ll kill mine soon. I’d post an announcement first, but is anyone reading anyway? (Edited: Wow, I posted such an announcement a month ago and didn’t even remember doing it.)