Unexpectedly, my first seasonal earworm is the stone cold classic Dylan cover of Must Be Santa.
Ahh, and they’ve started. Those little pre-shocks of squee realising that this is the last week of work for the year.
Blue bin just tried a runner to the neighbours’ house. A firm disciplinary stance was taken.
Opening Mastodon for the first time in a couple of days specifically for the bin chat scene. Stormy weather isn’t the same without updates.
So while my yellows were mainly just reds, it turns out my reds need a suspicious amount of yellow and blue.
My genuine colourblindness cannot possibly be at fault.
Interesting start to the day: waking from an unremembered dream muttering ‘there is no history’ to myself.
Reminded today of the sheer power of the expression, ‘he’d give you the shits’. An old favourite of my mum’s. You don’t need it often, but it’s a fine one to have in your pocket.
Forget the Die-Hard-is-a-Christmas-movie thing, I’m starting the season with the original Ghostbusters(es) and will hear no complaints.
I was the clever person, the wise person, and also the fool who spent hours on it.
Just had a perfect illustration of the clever/wise distinction in the Day Job.
The clever approach was all nice techniques to manage a bunch of unrelated moving parts in a large codebase. Did the job well.
The wise approach was to realise that all of the code being modified could just be binned and have the same effect.
With a very similar vibe—but with commentary!—to those Slow TV style train journeys, the Travelling Turtle is perfect dark-autumn-evening chill viewing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?si=RDPy0xm3b5K9VtCG&v=qSQapm0UyWU&feature=youtu.be
@mr_whateley I wish I could get a physical subscription to your blog delivered on glossy paper to my front door.
I was chatting with a friend today about the catch-22, for those of us so-wired, of needing a self-imposed target in order to achieve anything, then finding the weight of that deadline too much a shackle to move forward at all.
Words have been written! A tiny number, thousands behind schedule, and badly, but we’re well underway. Might amount to a full paragraph by the end of the month.
Hmm, I had fully intended to try a NaNo again this year, regardless of the status of the org, yet somehow we’re already on day three and a word count of zero.
I say that as though it’s different from any other year.
Looking properly dark and autumnal out there today; more leaves in the wind than rain.
Slightly astounded that the White House ballroom thing is apparently real and not LLM. Reality seems so vague and easily spooked these days.
Interesting little video in terms of the amount of money hobby YouTubers with millions of views actually make; and the disincentivising of positivity: https://www.youtube.com/watch?si=pFlvtXvnpGni4VCG&v=nVcrFMfnyyc&feature=youtu.be
Big Duvet nights. The best time of year.