Guys, this telework training video has some of the worst/most terrifying uncanny valley-inducing CGI people in it I've ever experienced, and I survived watching The Polar Express. I'm feeling thoroughly uncannified right now.
Yesterday was my birthday, and I'm in my late 30s, but it's still awkward telling your parents (your Mormon parents) that the concert you went to see to celebrate was the New Pornographers.
Jeopardy online test tonight... Last time, they called me to the auditions, but I never got called for the show (to be fair, I had just come off a major illness and I probably seemed disinterested when I was really just struggling to stay fully conscious). We'll see if I can do better this time!
Ah, the sheer joy of putting a new record on the table, dropping the needle, and having the next forty-ish minutes pass without a single crackle or pop.