Lazy cat.

Lazy cat.

Amazon brought this yesterday. I have no idea what it is. Jen probably knows.

Spotify had the choice between music legend Neil Young and Covid misinformation spewing bullshit podcaster joe rogan.
They made their choice and it was wrong. They removed Neil Young’s music and backed the podcaster who vomits lies about Covid that literally put his listeners lives in jeopardy. At least rogan probably doesn’t have any horse worms though, you know?
The only thing I use Spotify for is the little playlist that was on the sidebar of this page. I say was on the sidebar because I think I just removed it. I don’t pay for Spotify and I know that I’m less than insignificant to them, but I’ve decided I won’t be using any of their services anymore.
This is meaningless in the grand scheme, but I feel like it’s the right thing to do.
I think this might be a sign of old age, but I am completely fucking fascinated with the little plant clipping. It sat in a glass of water for a couple of weeks without growing at all, then in two days it sprouted killer roots. We potted it and put it in the window. I open the blinds every day (it only gets indirect sunlight) and I watered it a couple of times (not too much) and it’s definitely not dead yet.
But has it grown at all? I think so, but it might be wishful thinking. I’m going to start documenting it. Get ready for shit loads of pictures of Bellana’s little clipping.
I’m hoping it will be 10 feet tall by the time she gets home.


Jen got this the other day but now she doesn’t think she’ll use it, so I’m inheriting it.

If it works the way Apple says it should then I may be able to use my AirPods Max for recording. Bring on the RPM Challenge tracking, right?
I think today was my ninth or 10th time playing Wordle. Not only was it my first fail, but it’s the first time I even needed to get to the sixth attempt.
I feel like such a loser, vocabularily* speaking.
The good news is we are going to do a Book of Boba Fett watch party with Harry in about an hour. That should make me feel better.
*Did I just use the word “vocabulary” as the basis for inventing a new word? I think I did. Is that irony?
I’m off work tomorrow. I don’t have anything planned, I just needed to take a day off to get my accrued PTO below a certain number to stop the accrual from maxing out. It’s a long story.
I booked it a few weeks ago without knowing that it would end up being a bad day to be out. I might stealthily pop in and make sure everything is okay. Maybe.
What else should I do? Car music in the morning is a given. Mixing a tune or two is also pretty much guaranteed. What else? There aren’t any tv shows that I’m not caught up on. At least I don’t think there are… are there?
I might play some hockey on the PS4. Maybe find a first person shooter with lots of cheat codes? Something like that?
Who knows. Maybe I’ll just rewatch Loki or season two of The Mandalorian.
The nerdy possibilities are endless.
I had to work late tonight. I have a project due tomorrow and I’m going to be out so I had to finish it tonight.
It’s all done, partly due to Patches cheering me on the whole time.
Thanks, cat!
David Ortiz is a first ballot Hall of Famer. He was the greatest post season performer I’ve ever had the pleasure of watching. He was the best clutch hitter, period.
I’m still conflicted though. I’m one of those miserable assholes who wants steroid users kept out of the hall. Ortiz never tested positive, but a year before the testing officially went into effect they tested the testing process. A few years later the names of the players who tested positive during the test leaked and his name was on it.
Is that enough? I’ve been asking myself that question for five years and now that the moment of truth has arrived I think I’m okay with it. If that makes me a hypocrite then I guess I’m a hypocrite.
It’s not me being a Red Sox homer though. I’m 100% against Roger Clemens getting in and no one rooted for him more than I did when he played for the Red Sox. I was also one of those miserable old pricks who was seriously hoping he’d come back for one year to end his career with us.
Speaking of Roger, he, Bonds, and Sosa, steroids users all, failed to get in on their 10th try which means they are off the ballot. There are still a couple of ways for them to get in, but for now at least they are out. I’m fine with that.
The important thing though is that David Ortiz is a Hall of Famer. Congratulations, Big Papi.
Jen has a plan to fix the lights in the dining room. It’ll be nice to turn them on and off by yelling at Siri.
