The Olympics have spoiled me. I need curling on at least a quad box.
The Olympics have spoiled me. I need curling on at least a quad box.
There are several RPA applications out there -- Blue Prism is what I use for work, but UI Path and Automation Anywhere are big in this space, too -- where you can create and automate a workflow to navigate a website, download data, format files, etc., if it's consistent enough.
Matt, are you familiar with robotic process automation? This seems like a great use case for it.
Please help me find my cat burrito. Any information would be really helpful. Thank you!
Let's eat Kitty. Let's eat, Kitty. Punctuation saves lives.
Wouldn't doubt it. This friend showed up just in time to watch what should have been his Heisman Trophy and the glory days of Nebraska's Big Ten era.
One of my friends at Nebraska was from Arizona. He told me he applied and came to Lincoln because of the 2009 Gator Bowl win over Clemson.
JOHN LENNON: "It's easy if you try ..."
The vibes in letters to the editor about Nebrasketball during my tenure were, shall we say, much different.
I interned at the Denver Post in 2010 and caught a Prater field goal at training camp. I'm out of journalism, but he's still kicking.
Seeing him still in the NFL is one of those things that makes this millennial not feel quite as old -- haha.
Makes sense. I watched that game until the end, so I'm racking my brain to remember what happened beyond Houston Christian covering some line by 0.5 points that my friend had bet against -- haha.
I don't think they shortened quarters in that game, if I recall. I can't remember Nebraska ever doing that.
Can't roller blade or skate. But I have a nice scar on my chin from when I tried learning to ice skate as a teenager.
Hey, sounds sort of familiar: attempted to backflip while jumping on my brother's bed. Except I missed the bed, and my elbow broke my fall. And itself.
Nebraska and Boston College played in a mud pit there last year.
This may the first time I've ever been inside a building shown on this account.
Someone find Young Buck, just in case.
For sure "Country Grammar" and "Air Force Ones." No. 3 is probably "Ride Wit Me."
But my pregame warmup music in high school always included "Heart of a Champion," and I can't believe nobody included that one. It always made me want to run through a brick wall in 2005.
I'm glad I'm not the only person who initially thought that.
Yes, you're 100% right on Peru State. They advertise that they're Nebraska's oldest continually operating university.
Wikipedia page for Wynot, Nebraska, which is supposedly named for an old settler whose answer for everything was "Why not?"
Especially if that person were also from Wynot, given how it got its name.
Then they gave up a kick return immediately after scoring on their own fourth and two. This game is amazing.
Then they returned the next kickoff for a TD and converted for two to take an 8-7 lead shortly before halftime. You're missing a classic in Iowa right now, @sickoscommittee.org.
Paging the @sickoscommittee.org: I'm at a high school game that started with a team receiving the opening kickoff, driving the entire 12-minute first quarter, and getting stopped on fourth and short inside the red zone after 13:20 with the ball.
Several years ago, my parents were in Paris and saw one of my brother's college professors at the same cafe. Both are from Omaha.
The radio edit of the theme song he recorded for "2 Fast, 2 Furious" -- which I'm pretty sure is called "Act a Fool" -- did some great work with sound effects as well.
I've never had one of those, but I'm not surprised Midwest Express had them.
I miss all the direct flights from Omaha. I remember going to PHL and DCA in my teens with no layover. It was an amazing thing.
I think I was 18 or 19 the last time I flew Midwest, so I clearly never got the full experience.
Yeah, my kids are excited when United gives them a prepackaged stroopwafel cookie. Don't get me wrong -- those are really good.
But nothing will ever compare to the 30 minutes where you could smell of those cookies baking in the back of the plane.