How’s my morning going, you ask? Well, I dropped my left AirPod into my cup of freshly brewed coffee, and my first reflex was so try to fish it out. Now I have one working AirPod and my fingers are stinging from being slightly boiled.

Yeah, going just great I’d say.

I started today’s presentation with “I went into security engineering because I love public speaking and I’m really good at it”.

Sometimes you have to commit to the lie.

Some tourists flagged me down outside the 4th and King Caltrain station to help with transit directions to Golden Gate Bridge. Their app had them walking up through the TL to catch a bus. I got them safely loaded onto a Muni to Powell to make that leg of it a lot easier. I hope. I wish they’d just taken my advice to get a cab or rideshare.

Welp, I’ve agreed to be a panelist in a Shark Tank-style event where CISOs judge startup ideas. This is incredibly far out of my daily routine and comfort zone, so I felt obligated to say yes and commit to it before I had a chance to let myself back out.

A coworker brought a little Python-programmable rolling robot ball to the work offsite. She asked a group of us, in seriousness, if she brought it out after dinner, would anyone be able to help debug some of the code.

My friend, you have a robot. A programmable one. Around us. I guarantee that thing’ll get debugged before you take it away for the night. It might not end up with the original code, but it’ll do something alright.

I also got to introduce the word “nerdsniped”.

I took my wife and kid to an outdoor swap meet for a few hours around lunchtime today, and now I’m reminded that the sun hates me and wishes to smite me at every chance.

Today’s agenda:

5:15AM: Up for a video call with Eastern Europe. (Context: I’m in California.)

7AM: Commuting to work.

4PM: Leaving work.

5PM: Meeting up with the backpack cult for a 5 mile weight-carrying hike around the Golden Gate Park and beaches a bridge area.

8PM: Commuting home.

9PM: Animal Crossing until I fall asleep harvesting coconuts.

I haven’t finished the morning commute yet and already have five p0 things to do before lunch.

So it’s gonna be that kind of day, huh.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. I’d give everything to be able to tell you I love you again.

I love playing soccer. I’m good at it, not professional or even college level, but still pretty good. I also enjoy watching live soccer and observing, rapt, until a crescendo when the crowd goes wild. And yet, there are few things I’d less rather endure than watching soccer on TV or streaming recordings of it.

Replace “soccer” with “classical music”, and every word of that is still true. I always feel guilty about that, but you’ll never catch me listening to Bach. I’d much rather be playing.