Just saw someone say someone was a "pre-Madonna" and it took me a minute of thinking about what that meant before realizing it was supposed to be "primadonna."
Whenever someone calls me "sir" it feels kind of gross, like sitting down on an unexpectedly damp cushion. You think as someone who's been teaching soldiers for years I'd have gotten used to it...
Just had to figure out what 1/2 cup to a gallon ratio would be in a 24 oz bottle, and once again wished we used the metric system here for things other than science.
I'm wearing my good headphones instead of my earbuds at work today even though they're going to give me major headphone hair. Does this make me a hero? Maybe, I don't know.
For some reason, during today's listen to The King of Limbs, I'm suddenly noticing how Talking Heads a lot of the album is, in a very Radiohead way, of course.
Welp, this garbage week was the last nail in the coffin for me and social media. This site is now the only remotely social thing left that I use on the internet.