increasingly, while sitting at restaurants waiting for my food, especially when I’m sitting outside in the cold, I finely sharpen a hatred of the very existence of “to go” orders and the people who place them, places that take them, and the various services and go-betweens who enable them.
everyone else is mad about qr code menus, but I get even madder about this.
when I make a to go order myself, I’m a very special boy and would like my food please and thank you.
only fitting that, having destroyed every pair of side cutters I’ve ever owned on guitar strings, I initially used a d’addario string winder/trimmer to cut the pins.
It was insufficient and I finally broke down and caught a bus to the hardware store for a little pair of kleins to finish the job.
got one of those neato pdp11/70 kits ( https://obsolescence.wixsite.com/obsolescence/pidp-11-get-one) for my birthday. I am shoddy with detail work and managed to only botch two soldering pin-throughs which were easy enough to correct.
idk how people who are able are not constantly, when at home, slinking around quiet as a mouse, from activity, to task, to seating, to get a snack, and so on, idk how they live.
“how quietly can I operate this latch? How softly can I close this door?” I think to myself.
"how delicately can I step–no, pad–across the room without dragging or stomping my feet. how can I coordinate my limbs like a little dancer?”
then the parents stay with us for the holidays.
no application responds more quickly or irreversibly to keyboard shortcuts than the one you mistype into while thinking you are posting.
while i’m making requests, it would be neat if there was somewhere to buy residential quantities of swiss american pepperoni. molinari seems to have a vice grip on the city and it is boring a f.
totally possible i’m being too hard on myself when I use it, I’ve never made a pizza I didn’t complain about while I was enjoying it. for all I know swiss american and molinari are different labels of the same sticks. But what if?
"try a fanc—“ bzt, I want commercial prop 65 junk, not delicious snacks.
I made this before we went out for dinner in the spiral mixer, let it proof on the counter until we got back from a show, tossed the fermenter in my "server room” overnight, balled it up ~350g balls at 10AM, and launched the last one into an 800F oven around noon, leaving me three balls to spare for lunch this week, now cold fermenting.
Rainbow has great flour in bulk but it would be neat if there was somewhere to get residential quantities of spelt or hard red wheat or bolted wheat.
decent crumb!
20% wheat, 70% 00 , 10% bread (I was out of 00), sourdough levain, overnight ferment and bake.
visited a friend this summer who I haven’t seen in person in ten years or so, but stay in touch with over email (ha!), so I know where they work and so on but not much else
anyway, I remembered that someone who might in theory work relatively close to them at their job was in a social space I was in, who posted in chats I ignored and meant nothing to me but I thought to ask “oh hey, (saying something like this paragraph out loud)” do you know this person?”
[squints at my phone]
“Yes.”
while writing this, my mac had no idea how to help me spell a word that was wrong in two very normal ways to be wrong, a doubled letter and a wrong vowel. 🤭
this calls for a yes or no decision, nothing else will do. are you with us?
step right up, yes, you, out of the crowd, step right up, this elixir will celebrate and elevate your very atomic individuality, blah blah
right off the bat we’re making the world a better place instead of trying to pay the rent and participate in life. "this is nice but I could make it better.”
but what’s this? with the rise of, or emergence of, or I-just-learned-about-this of capital deploying a canceled scam with a new name? golly, they aren’t falling for it, what to do?
https://gameboat.org/the-resonant-computing-manifesto/
nice.
the entire mode of discourse of the RCM, which I probably unfairly credit and think of as “wired house style” after my exposure to it in wired magazine in the 90s, says very little to me and I distrust people who use it. It is a childishly modey-mode. "here is some rhetoric.”
Every word and phrase choice is ad copy obscuring some other thing. Passive things are presented as active and primary things. active things are presented passively as inevitabilities.
ebay’s “look at this stuff you bought” notification and my last two purchases seem to a theme.
The shirt worked out well for my kraftwerk halloween costume.
I wanted a gravy boat because my kid loves rice with gravy or s&b golden curry or masala sauce, or whatever. We’ve been using an oxo pyrex thing forever. Anyway, it arrived washington football team maroon.
Ceramics must not photograph well, as I had the same kind of “huh” experience getting some cappuccino cups from loveramics. Oh well.
discord and slack and sure, your znc-in-mosh, if you are cool like that, I’m not anymore, could probably have an advanced setting to strip get parameters of pasted URLs on input, and/or on display, without breaking more clicks or unfurls than are already broken by missing microlink views (or whatever they are called).
for one thing, bare urls look better, and for another thing, it might discipline ad networks.
Fun twist on time travel, but also I think this might have worked better as a novella in some places, a play in others, a few short stories, an X-Files episode or something like that, etc. I don’t remember why I picked this up, used (in retired-library-book plastic sheathing even) or when. It’s been on my “to read” pile for a year or so. I’m probably going to drop my copy in a little free library rather than keep it.
