When you are self-motivated and can do so on your own terms, that is.
Which I am totally doing.
And it’s fun!
When you are self-motivated and can do so on your own terms, that is.
Which I am totally doing.
And it’s fun!
When you’re hot and thirsty (after, say, just completing a long run), there is nothing more refreshing than cool, crisp water. This is not a revelation, but it struck me when I supped from the water fountain at Hume Park post-run today.
(This is also a blatant attempt to convince myself to drink more water.)
Two things:
If anyone in the future ever wonders when the fall of civilization began, I’m pretty sure it will be answered with, “When everyone on YouTube thought goofy faces on thumbnails would make people watch.”
I made a terrible mistake. Actually, I made two terrible mistakes:
On the other hand, I’m now a Sr. Gemfinder1This is kind of a dumb rank. I mean, the screen is literally filled with gems. Or maybe it means I’m a senior, age-wise, and because of my old and ailing eyes, I should get an award for just seeing the gems at all., see:
I mean, I don’t need to be solving the climate crisis or brokering world peace here, but I feel like I should be doing something more substantial.
I have a solution! I’ll switch to the Mac. There’s no Bejeweled there!
Right after just one more game…
I told you it was a short list.
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It means coming back from the grocery store and realizing I forgot to get the main item I went there to buy. I get everything else, just that one more thing…
This is why it’s important to put everything on your shopping list and not assume your giant brain will remember anything not on it.
I knew I should have added dishwasher soap to the list. Do I really want to go back just to get it?
I got an email from Kobo this morning, titled thus:
Except I have not finished reading Fairy Tale (for those wondering, it’s the generically-named latest novel from Stephen King). I’m reading the book on a Kobo device, so Kobo knows I’m reading it…yet apparently is just guessing that I am done, maybe based on how much I’ve been reading per day? (I didn’t read last night because my nose was being super mean to me.) Or maybe the email is from the future where I have, in fact, already finished the book. Or maybe this is the fault of AI because it’s everywhere now, and who knows what it’s getting up to.
Anyway, this is my 63rd post of the month, and I have given myself a made-up award for posting so much, even if most of it is nonsense. Maybe especially because of that1Actually, the real answer is I gave myself permission to basically post anything I wanted, no matter how trivial, weird or silly. I’m enjoying it so far..
An article on the alleged new Pride Apple Watch band and face has comments disabled (see screenshot below).
The only plausible reason I can think of (as they allow political discussions on the Macrumors forums) is the editors don’t trust their readers to not be bigoted trash.
But I’m open to other explanations, too!
Sometimes I think if we truly figured out the human brain, it would be the end of humanity.
That’s my deep thought for today.
First, it would be cool, if somewhat corny, if I could play the actual fiddle musical instrument.
Alas, I cannot. I can barely play a kazoo.
But I do like non-musical fiddling, and this occurred to me while I was adjusting the fonts and icons in Obsidian, two things that have no real effect on how the program works, but make it look nicer or more personal.
I mean, I love these little custom icons I added through a community plugin (certain folder names redacted). They’re cute, and also functional, because I am a visual person. And yet I have probably spent way more time fussing over them than would seem logical:
What does this say about me? That I’m a silly person? Probably. That I care about aesthetics? Almost certainly? That I am a fiddler? Oh yeah.
Yeah, it’s not spring yet, but I feel like my brain could use a good spring cleaning. Lately, I’ve been coming up empty for writing and drawing. Is it the time of year? Is it lack of sleep? Is it some other unpleasant thing in my life, like mismatched socks?
I don’t know.
So consider this post a cry for help.
But also, here’s an amusing cat image: