See you tonight, baby Thom Yorke

(CALMING NEW AGE MUSIC CONTINUES)

More art. Less killing each other. And less of these delusional VPs who can’t even spell the name of their companies correctly.

Merry Christmas

Off to a great start.

+1 for Midjourney V6 for picking up my postpartum baby hair.

Me: I’m enjoying watching CES on Twitter! Colleagues at CES: I think Twitter is the best way to experience CES.

My 2024 resolution is to stir all my stirable cocktails with a sprig of thyme.

Everytime I hear someone (including myself) say “X” instead of “Twitter” I also hear:

Love you daddy Elton John

Random longing memories of The Smile at the St. Augustine Amphitheatre last summer. Peak postpartum era.

Walking is cool, but the real milestone is when my baby can give me back scratches on demand.

Children, set the table. Your mother and father need a Yayoi Kusama’s Infinity Mirror Rooms moment to themselves.

Dear Cirque du Soleil du Soleil’s Drawn to Life costume designer, I need that violin skirt.

Struggle is trying to actively distract yourself so you don’t write a long email to tile grout companies about how poor their color matching collaterals are. At least 3 shades off is jail.

Children, set the table. Your mother and father need a screaming at Death Cab x The Postal Service show moment to themselves.

Trim your lemongrass plant into a Tina Turner-esque mound of grass. The best advice I've read this month.

No, you’re great.