Found at Sol Food restaurant in San Rafael. Just go inside, lady, you can’t see the building from there, and the food is amazing!

Guru Meditation from VirtualBox. That’s a new one. And the yak shaving continues…

I really need to get some curtains for this place, especially now the days are getting longer again.

Looks like another day for staying inside and putting more logs in the fireplace.

The plot thickens…

Google has a limit of 25,000 contacts per account. And while I only have 179 contacts in my address book, there is an additional “Other Contacts” address book that GMail uses to store anybody you have ever had a conversation on Gmail with. After being a loyal Gmail user for 10+ years, this had filled up my quota something good.

So now, when my Android phone has a new contact that I added, and syncs with my Google account, it silently drops any new address book entry in favor of the existing 25K junk addresses. Silently, during a background synchronization.

For reasons beyond my ken, 22K of these contacts were for “Ticketmaster Custoemr Support”. There is no way that I have had this many interactions with Ticketmaster in my life, so I think there must be some additional error in Google’s contact storage.

TL;DR: Android suffers terribly from being ties to a Google account. I would buy a better phone today if there was one, and I am more sad than ever about the Microsoft takeover of Nokia.

This card game of popular tyrants has a category for election fraudsters, and ¾ are Africans. The last one is an old friend.

The casual racism in our French B&B’s knick-knack decorations is kinda creepy.

It’s the ass-kicking an lightning-shooting that make you my friend, not what gender you identify as.

Winning bananagrams.

The weather channel’s models must be really messed up to come up with this.