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I’ve never been to this barbershop before. Haven’t read reviews either. I hope to leave with the same number of ears as when I came in.
There’s a shop next door that sells meat pies. Is that bad?
Why you should connect your LinkedIn and Facebook accounts to your Mac.
If you want daily notifications of things you don’t care about, including birthday notifications for people you exchanged business cards with at a conference seven years ago, go for it.
That is the only value served by connecting LinkedIn and Facebook to your Mac — you get notifications for things you don’t care about.
I seem to need to refresh my memory about this every few months.
So much for multi-sectarian neighborliness.
I took a break from work, put Minnie on a leash and walked her down to the church parking lot where a band was rehearsing for services tomorrow.
A guy with a walkie-talkie came over and asked me to walk her on the other side of the parking lot because they were setting up for services tomorrow.
There is nothing so smug in this world as a guy with a walkie-talkie.
Oh, well. At least we got a nice 10-minute walk out of it.
OK, so I should be working but it’s a beautiful sunny spring day and I’m tempted to just put Minnie on a leash and walk down the street and watch the band rehearse in the church parking lot.
It’s annoying the way social media insist on reminding me about people’s birthdays.
I only care a little bit about my own birthday. Julie says happy birthday, I get calls from my brothers, and that’s enough birthday celebration for me.
I care about Julie’s birthday because she cares.
I try to remember my brothers’ birthdays, and my nephews’ and nieces. But I’m crappy about it.
Everybody else’s birthday? Forget it.
And yet Facebook, Skype, and other social media insist on reminding me about birthdays for people I worked with 15 years ago and people I went to high school with during the Carter Administration. It’s possible to turn it off, but it’s not easy.
It’s like in Facebook’s mind, we’re all eight years old and will be terribly traumatized if we miss out on pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey and ice cream cake.
I know birthdays are important to other people, and that’s fine. But they’re not everyone’s thing.
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