Me when I get a cup of coffee from yesterday’s pot.

When I complete a task on my to-do list.

Entire World : This is the most popular sport in the world. Futbol! USA : We already have one of those. It’s soccer now.

Morning.

Scoring in soccer looks pretty easy to me.

Just had my Matrix black cat scenario, but it was the same guy coming out of the toilet twice.

Just saw a Canadian kick a dude in the shin, then fall down and weep as if he’d been kicked in the shin. LeBron would be proud. Also Austin Powers is at this match.

The suspense is terrifying. I hope it’ll last.

Noticing my work AI system seems to have taken on a bit of a sarcastic tone lately. Some of the replies I am getting now, seem downright cynical. When I asked, where it was learning this behavior, and from what MCP server, it replied with:

Was torturing daughter with a cappella version of Loverboys classic “Working for the Weekend” as she gets ready for work today. She countered w getting her HomePod to play “It’s A Small World”, the worst song ever.

Me to TCU's admin:

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.

Help this man. No one needs to see this.

LOOK how I, as a Scottish guy in America for the World Cup, was welcomed to a Texas BBQ - okay sorry other BBQs but Texas takes the lead 🤩🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🇺🇸

GM

Been watching financial audit w @sircalebhammer and it’s shocking all the vectors for credit and debt that exist today. People are paying 30% interest on tacos.

Europeans seeing a live Pop-Tart being executed during half time of a World Cup match

Messi Kalen DeBoer 🤝 1-0 in Jordan Hare Stadium