Listen, I’m not here to tell you that the luxuries of modern day America make us soft, pliable meatbags just asking for and alien takeover… But when it’s 62 degrees accompanied by the sweet sound of light rain drops I don’t think I need to listen to the ‘soft’ hum of the air conditioner all night.
62 degrees in June seems like awfully nice sleeping weather.
I’d break this down for you in Celsius, but I went to a Midwestern public school. Just like Gluttony and Envy, centigrade stands as a deadly sin.
I should clarify. Our A/C unit is about as soft as soft as a demolition derby on Independence Day Weekend. Because I reside in a beautiful brownstone apartment in South Boston, I don’t have access to the modern amenities like central air conditioning. The lease forbids window A/C because we can’t chance killing a millennial walking their golden doodle while they are ‘working from home’ one windy Tuesday afternoon.
So we’re left with a deal with the Amazon devil and a bit more credit card debt disguised as a ‘portable air conditioner.’ Window fans you ask? We refuse to resort to using window fans like animals… So my cohabitant insists on the A/C to sleep. It’s a battle lost before I knew we had waged war.
Out of protest, I’m sticking it out on the couch for now. I just think that 91% humidity probably bothered the manliest of men, once upon a time.
I arrived to work a bit early today… flagrant disregard for health, safety, and others on a bicycle provides me with extra time to stop sweating in the cubsicle (seriously A/C is cranked, it could be AZ hot outside and I’d still hang meat in this building). *hang meat is not a euphemism here*
Anyway, I used the time to learn how to embed a tweet from Twitter onto a WordPress site.
- Write brilliant tweet aka microblog
- Click embed tweet option on twitter
- Copy provided URL
- Paste in the HTML Tab to add brilliant microblog to blog
- Easy peasy lemon squeezy
Alright time to hit up the locker room to hang meat and get into my office costume. *hang meat is a euphemism here*
What’s the first thing a guy does, with a tall-boy in hand, on a hot summer’s eve and a minute to himself with his new computadora? My cohabitant went to bed a few minutes early; I decided to do some testing on the limits of my new professional interwebs machine by downloading some games from the late nineties… ya know like the days when we all sat in the same room with computers physically connected to each other.
Anyways, I’ve now got a copy of the old flight games, and I’m looking forward to erasing some of those rebel scum. Yeah I’m team Y-Wing, but in all honesty give me a Tie Advanced and I’m reliving the glory days… too bad e-sports didn’t become a thing because I’d have been a varsity A-The-Lete.
He makes a great fish
I was cooking with oil, but now I’m cooking with gasoline… lookout world “A Failure to Communicate” begins *ahem* restarts now.
Just got a new computer, a ThinkPad, because it’s got a built in Smart Card reader so I can get my emails from the ArrrMeee and because my day job utilizes the couple years older models. That’s urban camouflage if I ever heard of it.
Swedish fish out,