I open at least one door so that my cat , bitches can watch “Bird TV” through the screen door, usually in the mornings while the outside temperature is nice.

I unfortunately live in Texas, so we’ll reach fusion temps outside in April or May.

Yes, my cat’s name is , bitches.

It’s Tennessee. You can have a little bumfucking as a treat, as long as it’s your sibling.

Cooking, in a serious way. I started waiting tables, then salad/prep and mid house, but I never went any further. I was a professional musician about 40 years and full time sysadmin for 21 years, but cooking was a missed opportunity I didn’t take. I was just thinking about this yesterday.

An actual regret. I would never have had enough hours leftover for the dedication required.

I dunno about anyone else, but I bet the coffee she serves is amazing.

I wish to sample, please. one sample.

Who’s we?

I still remember the fucking IP address of the main local (member of a three way cluster) data server for a bank that folded over 15 years ago.

2102231063 (used to be area code 512) was the back/kitchen phone of the firehouse my dad worked at. He retired in '93 and died in 2011.

And I almost never need directions to a place I’ve been once.

I don’t forget faces but fuck do I forget names even when I repeat them or use other memory techniques.

I might be neurologically a little divergent, but I don’t know, and make no assumptions.