@eqe aren't all male astronauts basically space otters?

OK, this is some bullshit.

I need to cut the wrapper off my new screwdriver so I can install a blade in my new utility knife.

So, I'm back from sailing to Ephemerisle and find that it's the end of summer and it's time to make art.

@turkshead's corollary to godwin's law: the loser of an online argument is the first person to post a wall of text.

Announcement on a Montreal-to-New York flight: "If someone left maple syrup at the gate, please ring the service bell."

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The potholes in my neighborhood have gotten so bad that enterprising oaklanders are dumping trash in them.

I keep finding myself unfollowing people not because I dislike or disagree with them but because their volume of posts drowns out everyone else on my feed.

@miki @drshiny not at all, that's why we're bringing a bunch of friends

@tdfischer "relentless densification" needs to go on a t-shirt.

Blankets heavier than usual this morning. Escape seems unlikely. They've got me this time. Send coffee and some sort of breakfast pastry.

@tdfischer The best thing about Noisebridge was always that it remade itself into whatever it needed to be to serve the needs of its community -- so Noisebridge is always going to be OK, by definition.

GUYS, WE PUT AN OFFER ON A HOUSE! LIKE REAL GROWNUPS AND STUFF!

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Eddy's Sofa

"There!" said Ford, shooting out his arm; "there, behind that sofa!"
Arthur looked.
Much to his surprise, there was a velvet paisley-covered Chesterfield sofa in the field in front of them.
He boggled intelligently at it. Shrewd questions sprang into his mind.
"Why," he said, "is there a sofa in that field?"
"I told you!" shouted Ford, leaping to his feet. "Eddies in the space-time continuum!"
"And this is his sofa, is it?"