In which I tell you what every 10-year old remembers about winter, but which every adult has willfully forgotten..
In which I reflect on unconscious bias towards what an “action” in an RPG might be, and what that made me feel about my failures.
In which I thought I was talking about peanuts, but apparently I’m talking about the other Trek..
In which I try to consider how I know things, and end up talking about software development, which may be a clue..
In which I muse about the forgetfulness of my youth compared to today, and cooking shows.