So last week, out of the blue, the man who asked me to marry him remarked as follows:

“sometimes I wish you were just a teacher or a nurse because you wouldn’t think so much, it’s intimidating”

— Criminelle Law (@CriminelleLaw) September 6, 2018

I’m really glad my partner has a huge brain and thinks a lot. She’s smarter than me in many if not most areas. I’m also glad all my female friends think very big thoughts and in some areas in particular are very much smarter than I am. Because here’s the thing. I have trouble hanging around people who are roundly dumber than I am. It’s a flaw, perhaps. It’s something I haven’t been able to overcome, though.

But I love it when I’m struggling with some complex script and my partner comes over and punches it up and makes it work right in about 30 seconds. Shit, that saved me a load of time.

And I love it when my friend who is a scientist tells me something about science or her work that I didn’t know before.

I’m not intimidated by my brainy parter or my brilliant female friends. I’m inspired by them. My own thinking is amplified and propelled by them. I’d be far worse off without them.

Why are so many men so weak?

Firefox just released version 62, with more useless ad-friendly features added and more useful features removed.

I suspect in a year or two, I will wind down this site and my other link blog site as the web is becoming more hassle than it’s worth. That’s not a firm decision, but the way I am leaning as without a good browser to use it’s very difficult to do anything else.

Mozilla could’ve kept Firefox relevant with a strong 20-25% market share if they’d done mostly what I recommended over the years. Instead, I was banned from even discussing it. There’s no vindication in being right. The world would’ve been better if Firefox has stayed around to compete. Instead it’s now below 10% market share and dropping all the time. Effectively, it’s already in hospice well on its way to the grave.

And, as always, fuck Mozilla and fuck the Firefox developers!

I don’t need to be drunk to do this.

Today, I got absolutely hammered and noticed this familiar-looking chick. I walked up to her and said, “Oh my god, I know I know you but I don’t know where from.” Looking annoyed, she replied, “We’ve worked together for months.”

One time my friend Mary from the 90s was shopping in Wal-Mart in Lake City, my hometown. Except I did not know this, and as I was walking near the front of the store myself I saw some woman waving in my direction and proceeded as I usually do to pay no attention to her waving as what did that have to do with me?

I thought, “Wow, she’s pretty. I wonder who she is waving at? Huh, whatever” and then just ignored her.

Then I walked a few more feet sort of perpendicular to where she was and didn’t think another thought about it until I heard behind me, “Mike. Mike. Mike.” I turned around. It was Mary, of course, and she was smiling. Luckily for me. She said, “Just going to ignore me, huh, that’s how cool you are? Can’t be seen with me in public?”

I said, “Well, pretty girls don’t usually wave at me randomly in Wal-Mart.”

“This one does,” she said.

“Yep, this one does,” I replied.

Note that we were not acquaintances. We were close friends. I had even watched her kids for her a few times. (Brats, but funny, calm ones.) There weren’t many people I knew better in the world at that time. But in the store I did not recognize her at all. Not even a little bit.

It was good we met, though. She’d gotten off work early and we went to the river and hung out the rest of the day. Things were harder to arrange but a little freer in the time before ubiquitous smartphones.