Textin'

My mother has the texting “skillz” of a teenager. A new millennial.

Just today, I received the following messages:

Ggle mad again.need new pass.loftperson.
Xaktly

From this I understand she’s locked herself out of her Gmail account. Again.

After receiving frantic texts and calls the last few times this happened, I ended up setting myself up as her recovery email address – it’s just easier.

Mum has the impression that her emails extolling the virtues on certain products, and her chastisements of other products are the hot commodity on the net. As a silver surfer, she changes her password at a rate most system administrators would find amazing. Sometimes I think she does it hourly.

The only thing wrong with this plan is that she sometimes (read often) forgets what her last secure password update was. Hence the teenage texts.

Anyway, all taken care of. Which resulted in:

Tku u2. love u mum

Tour of our new (penthouse) loft

Leo and I are getting a loft in downtown Los Angeles. Here's a quick tour of the loft - waaaay prior to moving in!



Mr. Lick'em Chops won't know what's hit him! I am a tad worried he won't like being inside all day, but on the plus side - this will be the highest he's ever been, and he does so like impersonating a gargoyle looking down on folks and critters below.

Who knows, he may even seen pigeons fly past!

First Day of School

My first day of class today - at a new school. No new friends yet, but old classmates and heaps to learn.

So strange how starting a new job still feels like starting at a new school. Where's the home room? Where's the canteen? Where's the bathroom?