I’ve been able to almost entirely eliminate commercials and advertising from my day-to-day. One vexing source remains: YouTube. Vexing because, not just commercials between videos, but commercial interruptions (often abruptly timed), and now content providers are promoting products during their videos.
Several of the YouTubers I follow and regard have been promoting Ground News, a different kind of news feed that features bias indicators for each article. It sounded interesting, and I thought I’d give it a try.
Unfortunately, I found it disappointing. And kind of lame.
Maybe it’s a hold-over from school days, or maybe it has to do with fall (my favorite season), but the year really does hinge on fall and spring for me. You’d think spring would be the logical year start, but I see September as the turnover point. Summer’s over, another (school) year begins.
In any event, it’s fall when I most often find myself thinking about, and planning, the year ahead. The last few years I’ve made a lot of progress but have slacked off the past year. For the coming year, I’ve decided to throw away a lot more stuff.
Including some piles of notes, but for now it’s time for Friday Notes…
Once again we pivot into the dark half of the year. Here in the northern hemisphere, anyway. Folks below the equator are enjoying the opposite pivot, the good one into light.
The Autumnal Equinox is my least favorite Solar Occasion (today: 12:44 GMT, 7:44 AM CDT). It means winter is coming. I can deal with the cold, but the short days and long dark nights, that’s tougher.
As I posted Tuesday, I finished the software for my virtual CPU on Monday, but now I’ve finished the most important part: the project graphic.
Now that I’m done, the project is obsolete, and it’s time to start the next version, cj68 vII. The other protocol would be to bump the number, but cj69 might lead to smirks.
Stay processing, my friends! Go forth and spread beauty and light.
Last night’s debate between Vice-President Kamala Harris and The Convicted Felon was a world apart from the first one with President Joe Biden. It was a clear victory for Harris and just as clear a loss for the Mango Mussolini. He’s never seemed more incoherent or filled with lies than last night.
Those nasty immigrants eating people’s pets in Peoria. Or wherever. It matters not what city it supposedly was — it’s an utter, complete, racist lie. On the sick theory that repeating a lie often enough, no matter how outrageous, can make it believed.
I found Harris’s opponent so hard to listen to that I started beering myself. After the debate, I (drunkenly) expressed myself on the Substack Notes feed. I had a good time venting and thought to share my “tweets” here. WARNING: Language! This is me unfiltered and off-the-cuff.
Long distance runners talk about “hitting the wall” — the point where their body runs out of resources, making it almost impossible to continue. I hit an intellectual wall late Monday night. Fortunately, I not only finished the race but went an unexpected extra mile. (And now my brain circuits are fried.)
Not an actual race (beyond a vague self-imposed deadline), but a hobby project like one of those ships in a bottle. A painstaking and challenging task in the name of fun and exercise of acquired skill. But no race, no ship, no bottle. This was a software project.
My inner geek rampant, I built a virtual 32-bit CPU (in Python).
Between it being kind of a weird month (on several counts), my increasing activity on Substack, and some hobby project work, I haven’t posted much here this month. In fact, this is only the second post this month. Given the date, probably the last.
Which may be something of a harbinger. I do seem to be migrating towards Substack and, to some extent, leaving this blog behind. It feels like abandoning a friend, though, and I’m finding it hard to let go. And probably won’t, at least not entirely.
But who knows. Maybe it’s all Friday Notes from here on out…
Back in September of 2019 I wrote about how the 100-amp main breaker for my electrical power went flakey and then flooey. That ended up being a $2400 service call because I also got new smoke alarms, a carbon monoxide detector, and a main power surge protector. [See Whadda Week!]
I was and am fine with everything. Obviously, glad to have reliable electrical power. Presumably the surge protector is doing its thing, and the CO detector blinks its green light every minute, so it seems happy.
But while I’ve had no fire nor anything like it, the ceiling cats have shown a trying tendency to go off seemingly randomly — all four screeching loudly from their cradles and seriously raising my heartrate.
I’ve been sitting on a fence for several months now, and it’s starting to get a bit uncomfortable. Back in March I opened branch office over in Substack land. Ever since I’ve been trying to figure out whether to shift operations there or remain here. (Or try to do both more or less equally.)
A complicating factor is that, despite both Substack and WordPress being blogging platforms, there is something of an apples and pumpkins comparison. They have, for me, contrasting pros and cons, mead and poison.
Change is hard, but it can also be invigorating, and it might just be time.
I’ve been able to almost entirely eliminate commercials and advertising from my day-to-day. One vexing source remains: YouTube. Vexing because, not just commercials between videos, but commercial interruptions (often abruptly timed), and now content providers are promoting products during their videos.
Last night’s debate between Vice-President Kamala Harris and The Convicted Felon was a world apart from the first one with President Joe Biden. It was a clear victory for Harris and just as clear a loss for the Mango Mussolini. He’s never seemed more incoherent or filled with lies than last night.
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I’ve been sitting on a fence for several months now, and it’s starting to get a bit uncomfortable. Back in March 
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