Sing a Christmas song:
https://g.co/arts/mvZzrjALBd7MZFUh6
Make your own classic:
https://artsandculture.google.com/experiment/blob-opera/AAHWrq360NcGbw?cp=e30
Sing a Christmas song:
https://g.co/arts/mvZzrjALBd7MZFUh6
Make your own classic:
https://artsandculture.google.com/experiment/blob-opera/AAHWrq360NcGbw?cp=e30
My wife is on a bit of a computer keyboard journey right now. She’s looking for that one special mechanical keyboard that has just the right clickity-clackity sound.
She bought two of them. That means I get to inherit the one she rejects. This blog post is literally me test driving the second place keyboard on my work computer. I like it. I have to try it out with my work software to make sure function buttons work correctly, but for now it’s all good.
Happy new keyboard day!
How was everyone’s Thanksgiving? Was it socially distanced? Did you stay safe or did you ignore the pandemic and spread the disease far and wide? We stayed safe. If you didn’t, fuck you.
We moved some furniture around to prep for Christmas decorations. One of the things that got moved was the Apple HomePod. Ever since they announced the HomePod mini, I’ve been kinda jonzing for one but Jen wanted to upgrade our Sonos system. Either way is fine with me, but I just like being an Apple fanboy.
Well, after moving the HomePod last night Jen has seemed to be a little inspired. She did a lot of cool stuff with the Home app, including setting it up for our Hue lights, and the new intercom function. I had taken the HomePod Mini off of my Christmas list, but now… woah. Are we getting on the HomePod bandwagon for more than just listening to music?
Have you watched the episode of The Mandalorian that came out today? I didn’t think they could top last week’s episode, but holy crap did they ever!
I was going to do some car singing this morning but given the choice between that and sleeping a whole lot, I chose sleeping. We just got some new flannel sheets and oh the comfy.
That’s the kind of news you get when you read this bloggie… you learn about the new flannel sheets on our bed. Kick ass, dude!
Now, go and watch The Mandalorian while I do a little walking in place exercise and watch the new episode of That Pedal Show and think about all the cool reverb effects that I can’t do without spending hundreds of dollars. Also… is a Wampler Plexi Drive Mini a good alternative to the racism that an OCD pedal represents? Questions, babie. All the questions.
Happy Day After Thanksgiving/First Day of Christmas.
Happy Socially Distanced Thanksgiving.
I just walked a 5K because my watch dared me to. Peer pressure is a bitch.

You’d think that after a year and a half I’d have this down pat.
I screwed up my technological sleeping workflow on two consecutive nights. What the hell, self?
I think it was June of 2019 when I first started using a CPAP machine to help me combat sleep apnea and constant snoring at 180 decibels. At that time I also started wearing my Apple Watch to sleep so that I could use it to track all sorts of sleepy time data.
It’s been nearly a year and a half. Every night, before bed, I put the watch on the charger to top off the battery. When I lay down to go to sleep I put the watch back on and BAM… sleep data.
Tuesday night, two nights ago to be exact, I put the watch on the charger at a bit after 9:00 PM. I finally lay my head down for a good night’s slumber at about 10:15. I fell asleep, but woke up some time later. I usually wake up around 3:00 AM or so and I looked at my watch to see if that was the case… and there was no watch there. What? I looked at the charger and there it was. Sonofa! I forgot to put my watch on. Fortunately it was only 11:30 so I was still able to track most of the night. Still… dumbass.
Wednesday night, last night to be exact, I went to bed at a little before 10:00. I sat up and doom scrolled the tweeter app for a while and then at a little after 10:00 I rolled over and slept. This morning I woke up and checked the numbers. Everything looked good. Then I noticed my watch battery was super low. What? I forgot to top off the battery before bed. What the what? Two days in a row? A year and a half into the sleep study process and I screwed up two nights in a row? I mean, I got my data and everything was fine but still… dumbass.
Tuesday is my weigh in day. I knew I wasn’t going to be down much if any, but I got into paranoid mode this morning anyway. I got up early and took the garbage out to the street.
When I came back inside, Jen was doing a walk-in-place workout thing. I was planning on doing some of my 30 minutes before weighing in so I joined her. 33 minutes and two (simulated) miles later I had set my record for (estimated) calories burned in a single Apple Watch-tracked walking inside workout. Talk about crazy.
As for the weigh in, for the second week in a row I was only down 0.2 pounds. I’ll take it.
I inherited a super swanky, fancy keyboard from my wife today. It’s so blissfully clickity clackity!

Happy MacOS update day!

Should I be worried about doing this on Friday the 13th?
Hockey is over and it won’t be back for a while. Baseball is over and it won’t be back for a while. Movies are over and they won’t be back for a while.
What’s to look forward to?
The Mandalorian comes out tomorrow. Season two. That’s something to look forward to. I have spoken. This is the way.
Star Trek Discovery is back. We’re a couple of episodes into season three but I haven’t watched yet.
The first Marvel series on Disney+ is coming out in December.
I have a new guitar pedal coming. It shipped this morning. National Solo Album Month kicks off on Sunday. Coincidence? I don’t think so.
Christmas? Thanksgiving? Covid-19 vaccines? That’s all up in the air still.
Election day? I’ve already voted, but I am cautiously optimistic that the fascists will be eradicated.
Sure, I only got four hours of sleep last night but I still have my 30 minutes of exercise finished before 10am. Take that, morbid obesity.
I don’t know why I couldn’t fall asleep last night, but it was about 2am before I managed it. I need to stop doom scrolling twitter. I should have just watched some Netflix. I’m halfway through Haunting of Bly Manor. It’s not as scary as Haunting of Hill House but it’s still really good. I probably would have had a better night had I just let the show scare the crap out of me then letting America scare the crap out of me.
No more doom scrolling twitter after 10pm, Robert. Let’s put an end to that stupidity, shall we?