I need a refill on a prescription. This is the procedure.

Our camera spotted a bobcat on the prowl last night.

I have a few suggestions for USA 2.0. Here they are, in no particular order.

This blog now looks different because I caught up to the latest version of the theme and static site generator software.

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Carry on.

It’s quite simple. Twitter alternatives like BlueSky still do not federate (interoperate with the Fediverse). This can mean but one thing: they want to keep it a walled garden, while paying lip service to “open source.” Which also means but one thing: at some point they will inevitably enshittify, driving users of good conscience (UoGCs) away.

The imaginitive play value of a toy is inversely proportional to its realism.

I’m painting the ceiling. White. Flat white. Wet it doesn’t look much different from dry. Dry it doesn’t look much different from the primer it’s covering. I’m looking hard for imperfections, areas I missed. Never mind the gouge or the dried paint chip now permanently embedded, those I can’t fix with another coat.

It’s been three years. The third anniversary. Before, when I heard someone say “you don’t know unless you went through it,” I didn’t believe them. Now I do.

I never wanted that experience.