One Liners

I’d love to be able to add private notes to an email, the same way you can in an app like Zendesk.
If you’re not gonna bother writing it yourself, I ain’t gonna bother reading it myself.
17 people in the surgical waiting room, 10 on screens. That’s a lot but honestly fewer than I expected.
Remember, Kurt Vonnegut was 47 when he published Slaughterhouse-Five.

Exactly what I need to hear right here, right now.

Now loading the loader thingy that loads the uploader…
A thin purple loading progress indicator below a label that says Loading uploader.
It’s starting to look like a real guitar!
The body of a wooden acoustic guitar standing upright. The shape is there, but it needs more sanding!
Unvarnished thought: Access to the latest information has traditionally been a luxury affordance, but perhaps that’s moving toward slower, more intentional information.
I still get that powerful feeling that anything is possible when I open a web browser — it’s not as strong as it was 20 years ago, but it’s still there.
Today I learned there’s a band called CSS that’s been around since well before CSS3… but it ain’t got nothing to do with the Cascade.