Thud.
It has cheese. Of course it has cheese. Layers of artery-hardening cheese.
I have seen things you people wouldn’t believe.
To repeat,. I cannot see your tweets because data roaming charges purple monkey dishwasher.
The TV just told me that Justin Beiber turns 17 in March. Am I meant to mark that in my diary, or what?
Inside, the temperature has two digits. And no minus sign. Justin Beiber is playing basketball. For some reason.
They circle, ready to descend and strip the cold flesh from our bones.
My umbrella has turned into a dead jellyfish at an opportune moment.
Mobile: Market St; cable car to Fisherman’s Wharf; lunch; record “Patch Monday” intro & links somewhere there. Attention almost nil.
@garystark It’s not foggy, actually. Cloudy, but no fog. And I walked the Golden Gate last time.
Settling into the scripting and editing of the “Patch Monday” podcast. Better than being out there in the cold, I say! Attention limited.
@jdub It was 10.30pm last night. There didn’t seem to be any movement in the office. I suppose I could have thrown pebbles at windows.
@jdub You will be thrilled to know, I’m sure, that I walked past Automattic’s office last night. Pleasant little location they’ve got.
Fri plan: Produce “Patch Monday” podcast on RSA Conference; write a blog post; start my weekend off in San Francisco. Simple goals. #rsac
Oh look. Friday. It’s 0900 and 7C, cloudy with a shower or two, and going for a maximum of 9C. I’m loving it already. Of course.