my whiteboard

From time to time I write something on my whiteboard that stays up there for a while.
I’ve usually borrowed them from somewhere.
Sometimes they are clever like this Haiku:

Haikus are easy
but sometimes they don’t make sense

Sometimes they are relatively profound:

If you aim at nothing, you’ll hit it every time.

Sometimes they are wacky, like this one my boss said a few weeks ago:

“My mom thinks she’s having some dementia. She’s not, but she thinks she is.”

Thanks Robby.