Because there was a 5.4 earthquake about 100 km northwest of the Lower Mainland.
I felt it as two brief rolling waves passing through the ground under the condo (which is on the ground floor). It’s been quite some time since I felt one, but my quakedar immediately pinged with the first rumble.
Yes, quakedar.
This is my one political post this year. Enjoy!
I have tweaked some of the fonts on the site again (but not all of them, so there is a bit of a crazy quilt effect going on here).
Specifically:
Body font: JetBrains Mono
Heading 2 font (used for post titles): Ubuntu Mono
As an added bonus for me, because WP doesn’t “see” JetBrains Mono in the editor, it is using Bold Segoe UI at 17px instead.
I’m all about the monospaced fonts. For now. For today. We’ll see what happens tomorrow.
EDIT: I have already changed the Header font to Barlow Semi Condensed, mere minutes later.
EDIT 2: I've now changed the sidebar to JetBrains Mono and also made the background colour of the site blue, and the sidebar a greenish-yellow. Or a yellowish-green.
EDIT 3: I've updated the blue in the logo to make it a bit lighter and it seems WP just needed to cache the fonts, as the editor now shows JetBrains Mono, as nature intended. More tweaking undoubtedly to come.
It’s the day after Valentine’s Day, it’s cheap!
I really want some marshmallow hearts or something, but I was down this morning (in weight, not mood), so I will steer clear.
Instead, here is a Valentine’s cat. I’m not actually sure where the cat is supposed to be, but, you know, hearts and stuff!
An interweb pal suggested the perfectly stupid name 7-11’s Big Gulf as a substitute for the real life and even more stupid renaming (for Americans) of the Gulf of Mexico to the Gulf of America.
Because I am easily amused, I created this as it might look in the web version of Apple Maps:
Thank you and good night.
I was reading Phil Plait’s newsletter today (I highly recommend it if you’re a science/space nerd) and he happened to mention the size of our galaxy, the Milky Way. It’s about 100,000 light years across.
And I know the universe is big. We all know that. But think about this: Our own galaxy, which is just one of anywhere from 100 to 200 billion estimated galaxies, would take 100,000 years to cross end to end, and only if you were travelling at the speed of light, which we can’t do.
That is very big.
It makes you wonder how weird the universe can get, because it is so vast we will never see most of it.
This concludes my cosmic deep thought for the day.
I like the dissonance between being “really glad I don’t do things anymore” and the look of worry/anxiety.
Yep. I have reverted the colour scheme back after a whole three days with the new one. Here is the current colour scheme (aka the one I’ve had since the last redesign), which will probably last until I finally move the site off WordPress:
If you go into the future, you don’t know what you’ll find and who knows, you might get eaten by some future hybrid dinosaur and never make it back to the present.
If you go into the past, you’re then morally obligated to prevent some historic tragedy, like the sinking of the Titanic or John Sculley becoming CEO of Apple.
Reference:
It’s yellow and dusty pink, which is…different!
I’ll probably change it in a few days, but I was getting tired of the monochromatic look with all the white and gray and grayish white.
For future reference, here’s what it looked like:
A new sandwich board has appeared outside the Save On Foods I shop at.
We may have averted tariffs (for a month, anyway), but the vibe remains.
Today, it was this book (and its cover), which was highlighted in a BookBub newsletter I got this morning:
The full title is 3000 Orgasms: How I Went from a Sexless Marriage to a Multi-Orgasmic Wonderland.
I am happy for Rebecca and her (strangely specific) multitude of orgasms. I worked it out and at one orgasm per day, that’s about 8.2 years of daily orgasms (not accounting for leap years). In that light, it doesn’t actually seem like that much.
Well, maybe daily orgasms is being greedy. What if it’s just one colossally amazing orgasm per week? That works out to nearly 154 years (not accounting for leap years), which, given current life expectancy, seems a bit unrealistic.
OK, daily is too much, weekly is too little. Maybe twice a week? Frisky Friday and Torrid Tuesday, perhaps. That works out to just under 77 years of orgasms. Unless you live to be very old or start your shared orgasming very young, this seems like a very generous length of time. But you know what? Let’s call it 2.5 per week instead. I’m not doing the math for that, but it should result in a pretty reasonable stretch of time before one retires to knitting and watching TV or holoscreens or whatever we’ll have for mindless entertainment in the future.
All right, that’s enough math for me this week. Enjoy your orgasms, everyone!