Belts are for wimps. Real men wear suspenders.

My rule of thumb: if it’s big enough to give it a name, you’ve got to flush twice.

During the time my entire neighbourhood was trick-or-treating last night, an Amazon driver had the bright idea to deliver packages. I hope the candies were worth driving around at 2 km/h and dodging small kids.

I agree that most radio stations are shite. Fortunately, I live in Ireland, which still has publicly funded broadcasters. I have my phone permanently tuned to Lyric FM, which plays classical music with almost no commercials.

My current phone is Samsung XCover 4. It’s a fairly newish rugged phone; still has a FM receiver.

The headphone wire also serves as a FM radio antenna. You can’t get that with wireless headphones or a connection via the USB jack.

I still have WinXP in a VM. Run it whenever I want to play Stars!

If you replaced MS Paint with SkiFree in that picture, you’d achieve perfection.

I recently upgraded my phone, and the lack of a 3.5mm jack really hurts. But at least I have an excuse not to listen to my sister’s 20 min Whatsapp voice messages…

One other thing I really miss is the LED indicator that you have new notifications when the screen is off.

Textured-grey, durable flooring: a life-saver when you have kids.

Applies to airport security checks as well.

I can afford things beyond the price levels I’d expect others to buy me gifts for. What I lack is the time to enjoy those things. Just yesterday I saw the giant Millenium Falcon lego in the store, and once again considered getting it, but then I realised it would take me years to build it, five minutes per week or so when I get a bit of alone time.

That’s why I jokingly suggested a few years ago, that for Christmas I wished for peace and quiet, and ended up offending my wife (who probably wished for the same).

I chose making fun of astrology. Dodged a bullet there.

Don’t know whether I remember right, but I think the product manager for Bob was the future Melinda Gates. She married Bill when Bob was close to completion.

So difficult to decide between “One of these nights” by The Eagles, and “The Hustle” by Van McCoy.