As if 2020 didn’t have enough to answer for, I’ve somehow managed to earworm myself with “Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah”.
We ran out of cat fud over the break. I went out this morning to get a new bag of the special formula from the vet’s. C greedily gobbled it up and promptly barfed it up all over the carpet. 😖
Me two hours ago: At least there’s no way Arsenal can screw up a home game against Burnley. ⚽️
Whose brilliant idea was it for me to do Advent Of Code this year? 👨🏻💻
Jeeves and Wooster at the kid’s request. A glass of bubbly because, well, you know. It’s going to be horrible being locked in all winter but it’s nice to inflate your spirits once in a while.
My wife stalks the cheap Irish Real Estate blogs because hey, dare to dream. She sent me a link to a cute little place the other day and it was indeed cute and little. But there there are so. many. puzzling features to the place. Check out the master bedroom closet!
I really love what Joe Willock brings to the Arsenal. He wants the ball, he wants to move forward. He loves to open the play and make things happen. ⚽️
THE END IS NEAR. REPENT!
The neighbourhood Christmas tree went up today.
Signed out of all my social media feeds today (except for this one) to avoid the dreaded doomscroll. Now to hope for nothing astonishing between now and bed time.
Tom Lehrer released all his lyrics into the public domain! tomlehrersongs.com 🎶
The trickiest part of homemade cranberry sauce is getting the lines to come out right. Happy Thanksgiving, all! 🥧
Gutted to hear about Eddie Van Halen. VH was not particularly my cup of tea, although I did see them in 1986 during their first tour with Sammy Hagar.
The kid is sitting around watching Hartnell-era episodes of Doctor Who. 📺
“How is it possible to boil a jelly and forget to add sugar?” I hear you ask. Well, it turns out that I couldn’t sleep last night and so I was mostly unable to brain today.
Today I made a batch of grape jelly and a batch of crabapple jelly and screwed them both up beyond repair. 😩
First day of high school today for the kid. Angst from having to find a (mostly) new set of friends. Lots of unprocessed angst caused by lack of closure on middle school back in June. Additional angst from COVID rules and uncertainty. And to think we’re among the lucky ones.
I might be getting close to the point where I need new boots.
Anybody who thinks counting sheep is a good way to get to sleep has never slept next to a field of sheep. (They are very loud.)
This means I probably won’t see the comet tonight, but it’s a pretty great show in its own right.
It’s hard to say whether I’m more impressed by my friend getting an op-ed in the NYT or being quoted by Gruber. Probably the latter.
So many words I don’t want to see in close proximity to each other.
Loving the attention to detail that went into this Intro To Python course I’m taking.
I read an excerpt from this in a magazine and it hit me like a bolt of lightning. In its own elliptical way, it has changed my life more than any other book I’ve read.
But I haven’t read it in maybe 20 years now. It spoke to a time and place that no longer exists.
Donald Knuth is the King of the Yak Shavers. He was writing the definitive reference work for computer programmers. But to do that he had to invent a typesetting system. But to do that he had to design a programming metalanguage. This book describes his process.
