Whistling In The Graveyard
I haven’t felt much like blogging lately, as living in a kakistocracy headed by a craven, malignant sub-moron tends to sap one’s will to live. Any discussion of gestures widely would just devolve into pointless screaming, so I’ll move on.
I’ve been gathering gadgets, as one does. I’ve been enjoying, among other things, my Airpods Max, PSVR 2, Playstation Portal,and Meta Quest 3s.
The revival of my beloved Everton under the stewardship of David Moyes has been a boon over the last few months. I’ll be taking Jake to see them in Chicago during the summer, though if I’m being honest he’s much more excited about the train voyage than the game.
Speaking of Jake, we assembled his first Raspberry Pi over the weekend. He’s excited to use it for Mathematica (via X) and maybe other stuff, as the idea of owning a headless server is a new concept for him.
I have to think that my life on the severed floor is satisfactory, as I haven’t emerged at the end of my workdays with any unexplained wounds.
I’m currently writing this at a new Yemeni coffee shop near home. Thumbs up on the mufawar.
I’ll try to post updates more regularly, as long as the idiots don’t kill us all.