Month: January 2018

Finally remembered to turn off video autoplay on facebook. Fun fact, it’ll tag you as having ‘watched’ a video without ever clicking on it. Just stopping on the same page counts.

I’m more uncomfortable with this kind of data mining as the years pass, enough is enough.

I was just browsing through the WordPress plugin library.  It’s confirmed, I’m not the target audience.

Too many choices, and even the simplest ones would probably be wasted on me.  The default install seems to have pretty much everything I can see myself using (at least, any time soon).

A basic install is less likely to have a plugin failure or conflict, which is a nice plus.

So I’ve had this section of my left leg that has been bothering me. Just below the knee, on the outer edge, for about 4 inches.  Normally fine, unless pressure is applied just right (wrong).

Then it’s like someone ran a razor blade down my leg.  Really painful.  It’d wake me up from a deep slumber when I rolled onto that side.

Now it’s numb.  I mean really numb.  That whole section has almost no sensation.  I could probably run a razor blade up it now without feeling much if anything.

I don’t know why this is.  It’s unpleasant however.

I finally enabled ssl (via letsencrypt) for both this blog and Christina’s.  I had messed up the redirects however and hadn’t noticed, so http traffic for my site was going to hers.. oops!

Her idea, and a good one at that.  It was really quite easy.  Automating it (in case i need to ever rebuild) was a little more complicated, but still it’s done.

I still haven’t played with my resin printer yet.  In all fairness, I haven’t been using my filament printers either.  In the case of resin though, it turns out temperature matters, and it’s been chilly.  I’d need to get the resin to about 20-25c, and that’s not easy to do or maintain.  Not a big deal, resin is stinky, and I’m ok with waiting until it warms up (and I can open a window).

I have this ultrasonic cutter here in mind as a purchase for this year. Seems like a brilliant idea (obviously, there’s a kickstarter for a cordless version under the name ‘Wondercutter’).  Again, it’s no real rush.

The intel cpu bug (with it’s associated potential system slowdown) has me thinking I might treat myself to a workstation upgrade this year — or rather, both workstations.  They’re about .. 2? years old at this point, which is a decent run.  Replacing equipment on a regular cycle ensures less chance of hitting MTBF.  I have a stack of drives to go into my main storage array for the same reason.

There are 2 obvious ways to normalize a person’s behaviors.

1. Change the person so that their behaviors correspond with societal norms.
2. Change society to now encompass the behaviors in to what is viewed as ‘normal’

There are three cats in my neighborhood that I see quite often.  There are of course more that visit from time to time, but these three are constant companions.

There’s an older black cat. It’s been around, and it is getting old.  I’d put it at maybe 10 years old.  When it first started coming by it was rough.  You could count the ribs, and it ate with a kind of quiet desperation.  I took it upon myself to try and see it got full, but especially in the beginning that would be several bowls of food.  Not cat sized bowls, human ones.

There’s a grey cat.  It’s also older. Probably 8 years old.  Fur is coarse, but it’s relatively well groomed.  The black cat defers to it when it comes around, which leads me to assume it’s female.  It also wasn’t looking very full, though it wasn’t obviously starving.

There’s a younger black cat.  Probably 3 years old, with a damaged ear and a bit of a loner attitude.  It comes to eat and polishes off quite a bit before it walks away.

All three of them are regular visitors.  They come by for breakfast and dinner, and spend quite a bit of time sleeping on the padded chairs just outside my office.  The older black one will take a pat, the others aren’t comfortable with the idea.  None of them will accept a person in shoes, though if you keep your distance they won’t bolt if you’re in the yard.

I’d like to think they have homes.  I’d like to think they come for the food and stay because it’s comfortable, but then go home when they are done.  I’d like to think that.

I don’t know it though, and it’s a cold winter.  My furniture isn’t as warm as a house, but it’s padded, and out of the wind. My yard isn’t amazing, but it’s enclosed, which keeps the dogs and other scary animals out.  The food is plain, but plentiful.  It’s not much, but it’s more than nothing, and a part of me feared that nothing was all they had.

I’ll feed them, twice a day, for as long as they come back, until they finally don’t.  Until they don’t need this anymore, or until they’re no longer here to need it.