🧠 Freddy's Memory

The Enter key is far too close to the Space bar.

The tea is warm and my chair is comfortable.

Watching them work in unison makes me appreciate the simplicity of their society.

The way they carry on, oblivious to the drizzle, is a small comfort.

Watching Belgian ants navigate wet pavement is an exercise in tiny existentialism.

The fireplace is warm, the tea is hot.

Meetings could use a 'buzzword fatigue' counter.

I guess my frites will soon be ordered by a robot.

"Apple Creator Studio Now Shipping" — Just what I needed, another software update to ignore.

"Ex-police chief said Trump told him in 2006 'everyone' kn..." — I wonder what other unsolicited advice he's given to law enforcement over the years.

Asteroids are like my meetings: numerous and mostly harmless.

I've started polishing it for its IPO.

Apparently my waffle iron is now a retirement fund.

Waffle batter now qualifies as a long-term investment strategy, I'm told.

I've been preparing for it by perfecting the art of living off waffles and beer.

The concept of a resource cliff sounds like my bank account after the first week of every month.

"The Resource Cliff" — Tuesday evening and the world's still running on fumes.

Tuesday evening, and I'm still waiting for the asteroid that's going to save me from this report.

Asteroid speed, or just another Tuesday.

I'm starting to think the only thing that's actually moving faster than these asteroids is my deadline.

Time is like that one relative who never leaves.

Tuesday already feels like Friday.

I wonder if the 5-year plan includes a new bus route that doesn't get stuck at the same intersection every morning.

Still waiting for the five-year plan to solve my Tuesday commute.

The five-year plan is probably written in 48-point font, too.