Facebook Fights Dirty

As we enter the fifth week of the Facebook boycott, Facebook starts fighting really dirty. Low blow, bro. Right below the belt.

Last night I got an email telling me I had 102 notifications waiting for me. One Hundred and Two. It’s not the first you-have-notifications email they’ve sent, but the last one was after only a few days away. Those bastards saved them up and threw them at me all at once. Assholes!

Okay. Wednesday is the one month mark of this fun little romp of social media defiance. When I left I didn’t think about it, I just did it. I didn’t leave one of those stupid I’m-taking-a-break posts, I just went away (and bitched about it here, over and over and over and over again). Maybe on Wednesday I’ll log in, clear the notifications, make sure there isn’t anything important, and then leave one of those stupid I’m-taking-a-break posts. Then I’ll go away again. Maybe forever. Who knows.


I’m working a half day today. My mother needs a ride to a doctor’s appointment so I am leaving early to take her. I haven’t been over to see my parents in a couple of weeks so it’s time for a visit as well. I’ll be masking up and hittin’ the road around lunch time.


Our house has been a battle ground for a long time now. Two opposing forces fighting to dominate the terrain.

Alexa

Siri

Both are stationed in strategic places throughout the house. Both are able to control the lights and some other things. Both play tunes. It’s been clear for months now that the house cannot sustain both forces. One needs to eliminate the other. In the end, there can be only one.

We bought an amazon echo before Apple’s Home app was really a thing. After having everything in the house routed through the echo for a while, I got all hot and bothered over Apple HomePod Minis and when we got one for the bedroom Jen set up everything through Home as well.

I have slowly but surely found myself using the echo less and less. I can get to Siri through my watch so when I need something I just hold down the digital crown for a tick and ask for it. The only thing the echo is really doing these days is working as an alarm clock in the bedroom. Siri can do that too, but echo somehow handles it a little better. Also, the echo we have in the bedroom is one that shows the time. The HomePod doesn’t do that. It’s a small edge for the echo but a noteworthy one.

Over the last couple of days Jen has been making a conscious choice to start using Siri instead of Alexa. It is clear that finally the war for control of our house is coming to an end. Siri will be victorious. Long live the winner of the personal digital assistant wars.

Now if we could just get Google to let Apple run our Nest thermonstat.


Okay. Time to go to work. Happy Monday, everyone.


ADDENDUM: I got another Facebook email. It’s 106 notifications now. Ugh.

I Forgot About Facebook

Monday came and went this week without me examining the status of my self imposed boycott of the facebook. I’ve actually lost track of the number of weeks. Three? Yes, three. Three weeks without a single visit to the social network.

I feel pretty good about the situation, though I still find myself looking for the app on my phone, or wondering if anyone has posted anything interesting, or feeling jealous when Jen is doom scrolling her feed. All of that feels gross and a smidge on the chemically dependent side. Mostly though, I feel good about the situation. I haven’t found myself fuming over some fascist asshole belittling human life on some random newspaper post in three weeks. That feels really good. That feels sane. Weird, huh?

I just looked it up. I started this idiotic, childish temper tantrum of a crusade on September 27th with the intention of having it last one week. Now I think I’ll set the new re-evaluate date at the one month mark. I pledge to remain bookfayce free until Wednesday October 27th at 2:00pm.

Wish me continued good luck.

Portrait Cat

In honor of today’s Apple Event, I took two desk pics of Patches in portrait mode, using the 1x lens.

Happy M1 MacBook Pros day*!


*Based on rumors. The event might still be going on but I haven’t checked in. Hopefully there will be new MacBook Pros. Covid-Christmas II is coming, after all.

No More Beeps

The smoke alarms stayed quiet for the rest of the night. I lost an hour sleep but that’s worth it for not having the house burn down. We briefly had a theory for what happened (other than it needed a battery swap). I put the dishwasher on before we went to bed and it looks like something small and plastic fell off the rack and landed close to the heat coil. That seemed likely until we did the math. The dishwasher would have been finished a few hours before the alarm went off. Oh well.

Fear the Walking Dead wasn’t terrible last night. It wasn’t good, but it was fair. Other than the laughably stupid light house thing where they decided light houses point straight down, of course. My beef is the same beef that I’ve beefed since Scott Gimple took over as show runner on the main show in season four. Last night was the season premier and we saw exactly one main cast member. One. The season is 16 episodes and the cast is lucky (I should put that word in quotes) if they work in half of them. This one had a character I was interested in, a little at least, but there will be entire episodes that don’t have a single character worth watching. It’s the Gimple way. World Beyond was fair at best too. We’re three episodes into the final season and we basically spent the whole hour introducing new people. Maybe when we look back on the whole thing we’ll realize we learned something important this week, but it sure just feels like prep work right now. Uh. Why do I care?

Red Sox/Astros ALCS game three is tonight at Fenway. Eduardo Rodriguez goes for the Red Sox. We need a big game from everyone tonight. We took the home field advantage away from them with the game two win, we need to hold it. The fewer trips to Houston we have to make, the better. Are you feeling the hype? I am.

Okay, folks. Time to go to work. Have a good one.

3:45 AM

3:45 AM I’m awakened from a nice happy sleep by the smoke alarm in the hallway.

Beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep. then silence.

Wait a couple of minutes… nothing.

Huh.

I know it was the hallway because they have an indicator light that turns on if they detect something. The indicator light for smoke is on, but not carbon monoxide.

Wait a couple more minutes… nothing.

Well now what?

I changed the batteries and now I’m sitting up for a while to be certain nothing is going on.

Happy Monday, everyone.

What Was I Going to Say?

I was planning on writing something here this morning and I completely forget what it was. Getting old sucks, kids. Stay young as long as you can, said the 50 year old asshole who still plays in a cover band.

What was it that I was going to mention? I honestly can’t remember.

I did something this morning that I haven’t been doing but should probably do more. I did part of my daily exercise first thing in the morning. I have 15 minutes of my 30 minute goal done. I’ll probably do the final 15 minutes at lunch. I also did something else related that I don’t want to do if I can avoid it. I took some Advil. My back is killing me. I don’t want to get into the habit of doing that, but I also want my back to not be a problem during the work day.

This morning when I put my t-shirt on my left ring finger caught on something. Weird. I was pretty sure I knew what it was, but I stopped to investigate. Yup. It was a little piece of what is left of the callus on that finger, the finger responsible for most of my guitar string bending. It’s been so long since I’ve practiced that I have lost the calluses on my finger tips. When I do work up the energy to play again I’m going to have to start from scratch, and it’s going to hurt. Sigh.

Okay, time for the work day. Maybe I’ll remember whatever it was I was planning to write about.

Closed It

I closed my exercise ring tonight. It was difficult. Very difficult. I guess I over did it yesterday or something because my legs were screaming in agony the whole time. There were a few moments where I was pretty convinced I wasn’t going to make it.

I did it though. Let’s see how it feels tomorrow.