Mother's Day Texting

  • Daughter: Happy Mother's Day
  • Mother: Thanks Mallory, I love you.
  • Daughter: Course (: I love you too
  • Mother: But Molly is my favorite.
  • Daughter: That's mean
  • Mother: This is Molly :P
  • Daughter: I thought so
  • Mother: Then again, I'm just typing because Mom is driving, she's telling me what to type. So it's true!
  • Daughter: No it's not. She's just saying that so she doesn't hurt your feelings
  • Mother: Uh huh...
  • Daughter: Well believe what you want if it makes you feel better
  • Mother: You too

Facebook Page URL

Thank God for Facebook usernames (short links).  Until today, the Facebook page for Renditions Design was this monstrous train wreck:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Everett-Washington/Renditions-Design/208512669169921

Try giving that URL out on a podcast interview!  Worse, on some browsers, including Safari (my favorite) it fails and says “Too many redirects trying to open”.  That’s because Facebook makes me crazy.  I don’t know how anyone functions without a username.

Now you can find Renditions of FB at this easy to type, spell, and remember URL:

facebook.com/iosapps

Much better.  :)

Q:WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

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Since you asked Mr. Robot… I actually have a handful of pre-verbal, pre-walking memories.  I remember squirming out of the kitchen high-chair and crawling into the living room while desperately hoping my mother wouldn’t catch me and put me back.

She seemed about 90 feet tall to me, and I think I was frustrated that I didn’t know how to tell her that I just wanted to watch Mr. Rogers.  I am perfectly aware of the bizarreness of this little story.  This is what I get for talking to robots I guess.