EDIT: This was supposed to have posted yesterday, but apparently I’ve turned the corner in my life where I can no longer adequately operate technology so today it is. Dad loathed tardiness, so I suppose it’s one more bit of grist for his cosmic mill.
It’s Father’s Day and I’m laid up on the couch nursing a sore back I inherited from the old man. My dad passed away 8 years ago this year, in some…
Here is where I’ll muse over the 13 year failure that has been the Simpson/Hemstead campaign, starting on Friday the 13th, 2014.
I tried entering “boomoy” into my phone, and the predictive text changed it to “vomit.”
Even after I had it learn the word “boomoy.”
“My smartphone might be trying to smarten me.”