I think NaNoWriMo is great.

It finally confirmed that novel-writing is not for me.

I was 8 years old when Star Wars (later titled "A New Hope") came out. I was probably 9 by the time it came to our tiny Kansas town, where I saw it on a drive-in theater screen.
I can't really comprehend how much Star Wars has changed my life. From the huge toy and book collection I owned, to wanting to be a Jedi, to the games I played, to how it infiltrated our society and is almost universally recognized.
Who knew that amazing movie would become all this?

how the pandemic has changed me 

I wear shoes around the house all day.

In a year, I've broken three toenails... like, "smashed it and it eventually fell off" broken. Through the winter I wore an expensive pair of fleece-lined slippers because they were warm, but as the weather is warming up, I find myself wearing my Minnetonka moccasins to protect my toes.

Today's pressing question: Is French silk pie a breakfast food?

One of the awkward things about leading a team where everyone but the managers works Sun-Thu or Mon-Sat: You can't jump into Slack on Friday morning and post "It's Friday!" videos. Half the team finished their week yesterday, and the other half aren't done until tomorrow. Can't share my enthusiasm that the work-week is ending.

Google Photos has identified all the photos of my pottery work in progress (along with photos of a few purchased pieces) and put them together in a "memory album" named "Throw It Together".
This is kind of creepy... it not only recognizes finished pottery, but it recognizes a cart full of unfinished pottery seen from the top, etc.

My family moved a lot when I was a kid. Rented farm houses, etc. Long after I left home, two of those houses were burned in fire drills, one of them burned accidentally, one was demolished as part of industrializing the farm. Only four of my "childhood homes" still stand, out of the eight I remember.
I find myself puzzled over which bothers me more... that these homes are gone, or that we lived in 8 different homes over ~12 years.

"Installation: we recommend that you use Docker."

what I'm supposed to see: "hey, it's a simple one-liner! Such clean install, much wow."

what I actually see: "we couldn't figure out how to install this thing on anything but our own machine, but hey, here is a well-compressed image of our entire disk, use this instead so that we can stop trying"

Picked up a couple used records on Sunday, and had that "omg, I think I already own this one" feeling on the way back to the car.
Fortunately, I did not, it's actually great condition, and is one of the classic albums I owned on tape in HS. (Huey Lewis, Sports.)

More than a year and a half after Thunderbird switched to WebExtensions, and I am still struggling with missing add-ons that were never adapted. And they're fairly trivial extensions (one just remaps keys and maps keys to menu items that don't have keybinds), but not having them means I'm dragging-and-dropping and finding things in menus when they used to be simple single-key-press operations.

Fun afternoon with the wife at a newish-to-the-area Asian market. Nice to just go out and have a normal shopping day. Bought too many snacks.
Now if I can just find some good instant noodles that have reduced sodium, I'd be good. (Most are close to my total salt intake limit for the whole day.)

Dammit, Paypal, stop turning on auto-login on my devices. I _want_ to enter my password every time, especially on my phone.

Auto-login to an account with access to spend from my checking account and credit card is the dumbest thing on the web.

A Harvard Business Review recent manager tip of the day was about when to use email. The whole thing could be summarized as, "Only use email for one-way communication."
It's email really that dead? I realized that almost all of my email is one-way. I'm only subscribed to one discussion list, which might go a whole year without traffic. I used to run a RPG mailing list server with over 1000 subs. Now I don't even run a mail server at all.

Happy tenth anniversary to this fluffy white cat who wants to be part of everything we do.

Trying to machine-embroider? He's in.
Assemble a Lego kit? He's in.
Knit? He's in.
Put together a jigsaw puzzle? He's in.

As an old-school Unix admin, I've run my own mail server for 25+ years. Deliverability is becoming more of a problem for the tiny, independent MTA, and spam management is a continual burden, and I'm considering moving to a commercial mail service.

My initial choice is FastMail. I need multiple domains, several aliases, strong filtering capability, and would love to see delivery logs (which FastMail doesn't do).


They used to tell you,
"Don't 'unsubscribe' from spam, it only verifies your address is valid."

But now days, that's less true... so much spam is just businesses adding you to their mailing lists without opt-in. Especially on my work account, where I get so much "business-to-business" stuff. I just unsubscribe.

Wham!'s "Wake Me Up"

"I heard you went dancing without me."

"Wake me up next time, we can go together."

Next time: "Baby, it's cold out. We can go dancing tomorrow night, let's just Netflix and chill."

Dude, this is why she leaves you sleeping and goes dancing without you.

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