Rubocop: "The grammar in this test description is off: 'should always be private.' Let me fix it for you."
Me: "Uh, what? Uh, okay, sure."
Rubocop: "There we go! 'alwayses be private.'"
Me: W.. what the fuck.
To delete your Amazon account:
Go to the Help section, search for "delete my account."
Open the support document, which links to the contact page.
Choose "Prime or Something Else" > "More non-order questions" > "Other non-order questions," enter "I want to delete my account" in the form.
Confirm (via chat) that this what you want to do - and explain why.
Open the link in the email you were sent, which takes you to a page with a form.
Enter "I want to delete my account" in the form.
Dungeon Master: "Your character needs a little backstory."
(accidentally writes a short story)
As I ask the kid for the millionth time if he’s feeling okay, I realise that I have, indeed, become my mother.
Protip for Chrome users: to improve your security when using Google Chrome, uninstall it and use a browser that’s not from a company which makes its money from spying on you 24/7
Apparently I’ve been pocket... calculating?
I forget how to do a sleep.
I’ve suddenly started reading Reddit and playing M:TG during lunch at work, which can only mean one thing: my transformation into a fourteen-year-old boy is finally complete.
“I will help you stop coughing,” said Sam, placing his palm against my forehead.
How dare you.
The kid, who is edging on 3, is lying in the bath pretending to “do some puter work” and take a photo “for Instagram.”
Oh my god.
Man, fuck horse racing.
If your wife dabs in a café, is that grounds for divorce?
Spending Father’s Day building LEGO monsters for Mario to battle and sing along with. Perfect.
Sam, seeing a picture of San Francisco: “That’s the Golden Gate Bridge, where I was born!”
Be the horrible raccoon who uses an app to swallow a whole town but ultimately redeems himself you want to see in the world.
Editor of @usesthis, developer at Zendesk, player of games, drinker of coffee, patter of dogs, husband, dad. He/Him.
We eat bandwidth for breakfast.