Postcard #4: I'm at the very southern-most tip of this world and here's this reminder: "The Kingdom of Hawaii is still here, we never left." https://octodon.social/media/stz3nOHjZsvGdLX0Nw4
Postcard #3 We have gone in search of provisions. https://octodon.social/media/2DmHbVO6kB3JO2TFJ4o
Postcard#2 I felt a strange affinity for this fellow. https://octodon.social/media/G4cgIqHNUjd-2fhyaaw
Postcard #1: We are forgiven. https://octodon.social/media/821X0sZ1wWd-rOKVFFI
It turns out the secret to 6 hours in LAX is to sneak off to the international terminal. Comfortable seats, insane duty free stores full of expensive things, interesting accents.
The secret to sleep in through turbulence and screaming children on an airplane, though, is .5mg of whatever it was my doctor gave me and a pillow.
Eating my way around an airport for six hours. I live here now.
Bougie vacation time! I'll send you all postcards.
I've never been on a proper grown-up vacation, but that changes today, right after work! I'm not freaking out at all, everything is fiiiiinnne.*
*(Travel is stressful! How do other adults have fun doing this? Airplanes are terrifying and packing is hard!)
I asked for help today, even though it was hard!
Now to work on the illogical feeling of guilt for having support when not everyone does.
@Gogogadgetpants I usually assume anyone who refers to themselves as an expert is an expert at bragging and little else
@Gogogadgetpants Maybe it's double-backflip cybersecurity social engineering misdirection.
So you obviously can't drink from the glass in front of you...
I'm in a crowded waiting room and a man just loudly informed us all he is "cybersecurity expert" so I automatically assumed that meant he's an IT guy* who installs antivirus software. The actual cyber security people in this town won't tell you what they do or even where they work sometimes let alone claim to be experts.
*No offense to IT people, your job has value and you have expertise!
Mountain Goats, Coffee, and groundhogs. I'm determined to have a good day.
Your timeline has been blessed by the cursed bunny.
I return to you with the sheepish look of a cat who has misjudged her leap, but failure is a useful experience too!
How's everybody doing?
Bad idea of the day:
A D&D style RP where all PCs are historical figures. (Ex., a party where the bard is Shakespeare, the mage is Crowley, the fighter is Mike Tyson, the thief is Harry Houdini, and the paladin is Cotton Mather.)
We're knocking (holes in walls) and ringing the old mechanical bell and coming in and out. A modern seance to call her out.
A friendly little ghost has been coming and going while I'm not home.
It's new doorbell day, much to the dog's chagrin!
It's not leftovers, it's refurbished food.