When I forget the shoes
Oct. 13th, 2016 05:39 amLena was driving us to dance practice. First I was complaining about Alex and his inability to get the Bugzilla working because of the shebangs. She laughed because I used a funny word. It is a real word though! I did not make it up. Then I was complaining because the migration procedure for my new New[1] Nintendo 3DS was absurd and error prone. And that complaining to @NintendoAmerica didn't seem to provoke a reaction, as it has with @Rackspace and some others. Lena parked the car and asked “Where are the shoes?”
You see, in all of my ranting and being entirely inside of myself, I didn't pick up our dancing shoes when we left the house. I took responsibility for it. I was the one! Lena drove back to the house to retrieve the shoes and I went in to let Alex know that we were delayed due to the missing shoes. Only Alex was upstairs I think watching a movie or otherwise being more oriented toward his family. (We were there to practice on our own, not for a lesson). So instead I waited for Lena to return. And I read something about the election to make me fume some more. Now that Trump is on the back foot it is a better sort of fuming. I still just can't even.
And here's if just dudes voted. pic.twitter.com/HjqJzIVwc4
— Nate Silver (@NateSilver538) October 11, 2016
All of the states that I have lived in, except for Arizona are blue here. And technically I was resident in neighbouring New Mexico during the semesters I “lived” in Arizona. I also once told Lena that I had lived in all of the “New” states in America once. Only it turned out that I had forgotten that New Hampshire is also a “New” state. But then I remembered I stayed the night at a friend's house in New Hampshire on the way to Maine, so that counts right? Well not anymore I guess. It only counts when you want it to.