For those of you that follow me on social media, you know that I like to refer to my children as my Minions. I do my best to train them well, though I am far from an ideal evil genius, but I do what I can.
This month has seen the start of a new training exercise. The experiment may go down in a giant pile of flaming tantrums. Regardless, I push onwards with it.
I have decided to enroll the elder two Minions, v1.0 and v2.0, in the annual struggle of mind over matter that I have been a part of in the past. It is a mighty battle of will over words.
It is called…