Travis Campbell
@hcoyote
Three raccoons in a big data trenchcoat. | "I help people use data." ex(AMD|Indeed|Cloudera|Redpanda) “The Don Rickles of Big Data” but data/AI is my current jam. Somewhere in the mountains of Colorado Signal: hcoyote.83
Two photos. Two histories. I didn’t realize these were only 16 miles apart. Wild.
Sitting out here wondering what Zebulon Pike would have done in a Jeep. Also: Zebulon Pike is an amazing name.
If we ever adventure together, make sure you bring your brown pants. I’ll be wearing mine. 😂
A Street Car Named Desiree. … I’d watch this. Just for the jazz scene.
Tell me you don’t work in Customer Success without telling me you don’t work in Customer Success. I’ll go first.
Found this new coffee shop right on the roadside. The latte was great. View wasn’t much to write home about.
Whoever came up with this: 1. You’re a monster. 2. Who hurt you? 3. You should be ashamed.
Seriously, fuck whoever designed this captcha. It went on for two more pages.
This text box is a bureaucrat’s shoebox for thought. My sentences arrive wanting horizon and are forced to crawl through a keyhole. I do not run out of characters; I run out of sky, and language comes back to me bruised, folded, and half-alive. So instead accept this image in protest.
I’m tempted to go back to this vending machine just to get some of the chip bags. I want to tell people “Eat a Bag of Dicks”.
I can't be the only one who pictures you as the next Dos Equis guy. "He once made an awkward post, just to see how it feels." "His skeets are never not evergreen." "If he were to post on Twitter, it would go viral on Threads."
I played a game of “how far can I drive 4600lbs of steel up a snowy trail” yesterday and lost. Misjudged how deep the snow was about halfway up and buried myself almost to the frame. Took a bit to pull out and turn around, but got out safe. Hard pack was fine, but was postholing as I waked around.
Speaking of haircuts, raise your hand if you'd like to see Jerry get his hair done like Sugar Ray singer, Mark McGrath.
That’s what’s up. Love finding hole-in-the-wall Mexican places with good food. Gigantic chicharrones and fresh guacamole.
I’m a 12 year old, and this the tshirt that brought me deep joy and strength today. You must watch the accompanying song link. Just … trust me. www.tiktok.com/t/ZThMvBbUk/
For various reasons, I've been thinking about Chuck Palahniuk's Fight Club quote, rendered here in glorious Victorian English. Finally found a good use for AI. The great procession of years will continue to unfurl without restraint until morale improves.
Maybe I was a bit premature in buying a new snowblower. Dammit, Colorado.