leolaporte: @THErealDVORAK I like http://speedtest.net - but I've always been a sucker for a flashy interface. 22/3 Mbps from Comcast Business w/ Burst.
hotdogsladies: There's nothing wrong with my ardor for this "skinny mirror" that couldn't be fixed by years of therapy I'll never have. Man, I look *good*.
newmediajim: @cookthink yeah it seems like a pretty cool idea! although their "disgruntled employee" video promoting the site for "job actions" is funny
newmediajim: @coolthink yeah it seems like a pretty cool idea! although their "disgruntled employee" video promoting the site for "job actions" is funny
christinelu: @lonniehodge didn't even realize i was ever on there. don't think i was as i don't have nearly as many followers, friends or updates as most
adamengst: @GlennF I was even wearing jeans - but it was a beautiful sunny day, and I couldn't resist the lighthouse at the end. Coming back was tough.
adamengst: @geoffduncan Ah, Tiger Mountain was the place to be whenever Seattle had a heat wave. It was never hot 1600' up in the woods. Good memories.
adamengst: @johnbaxter Last time I was in Sequim, I ran to the end of the Dungeness Sand Spit and back (just before high tide, luckily). 10 mi on sand!
shelisrael: @scottMonty Certainly not. I was just responding to your tweet that your monster had a headache. Mine never does, but has awful bad breath.
penelopetrunk: In LA: Another fancy hotel. A bed draped in silk sheets, perfect for sex. Useless. I want to trade them for a rowing machine in the gym.
penelopetrunk: At dinner I'm next to the cutest guy. I spend two courses scheming but come up with nothing. Though I know he goes home and reads my tweets.
penelopetrunk: In Toronto, at dinner with Recruiting Animal. I order tea, but when it's clear he won't be blogging about dinner, I switch to Chardonnay.
penelopetrunk: Ryan just wrecked a plugin on my blog and I would rip his head off, but he was so nice today when I went over the limit on his credit card.
penelopetrunk: Flight from Boston next to Mr. Big-Name. I feel lucky. Four drinks and a hand on my leg. So he's the lucky one, cause I'm not naming names.