Crispy breakfast

I just had a bag of crisps for breakfast on a bus. Yes, I distinctly dislike these early mornings, even if they herald the end of uncouth night terrors.

Doom

I just foolishly ate my second fancy buttertart in a week that has disappointed me.  Now I am poorer and have a headache. I miss Frank's store bought breed. 

Incidental exercise

I enjoy running for buses.  I enjoy running, but having something that is truly hard to be late for is always good motivation.  It's also interesting watching how others get to their just.  Some days I feel like the lone runner.

I have a lot to say

I may have a lot to recently but it either goes into a private log or private emails.  I mean to excerpt stuff from the log but until I write Streamlines, that might not happen.  Hmm.

Precious Google

I am always really reluctant to pass my Google credentials off to a web service, like Facebook. For some reason I am also uncomfortable with the idea of sharing them with some proprietary software or stuff like mobile apps.  I mean, Google deservedly knows a lot about me and I don't trust just any third party the same.   That mean it's annoying when some nice feature touching my Google account is only available through a third party.  I'll note that I generally trust local open source software though.