Hot beverages I drink

Tea: Lately I’m favoring PG Tips. I never drink tea out, always at home.

I use the bags twice. Second brewing has nearly no caffeine, suitable for drinking anytime day or night.

Coffee: But never when I’m home, always out. Starbucks and Peets are preferred. Conference coffee is dreadful, and requires white stuff (soy milk if I can get it, nonfat, whole, or half-and-half if not) and Splenda.

Rooibos herb tea: Not often, but I drink it when I’m out of second-brewing teabags but still want something hot and decaf. Ditto decaf coffee when I’m on the road.

When I drink hot beverages: Year round, until the temperature hits the high 90s, when I switch to iced tea for caffeine, and water at other times.

I need my caffeine dose to get going in the morning, and to get it I’ll drink a Diet Coke or Diet Dr Pepper if necessary, if I need to be on the move as soon as I get out of bed and don’t see a time in the early morning when I’ll be able to sit with a hot beverage. I know this is barbaric of me and yet I do it without shame or remorse.

The coffee at San Diego Airport is surprisingly good, and significantly mitigates the annoyance of travel.

That moment when you change “unpack” on your todo list to “pack,” because you missed your opportunity to unpack.

In the years leading up to the Civil War, the southerners who supported slavery were convinced they were morally right. They sincerely believed that slavery was a positive institution, good for whites and the enslaved blacks, and that people who opposed slavery were morally depraved fools and villains.

Overhearing conversations in the 20th Century vs. 21st Century

20th Century: You walk in on a conversation between two people, not realizing they’re talking about a soap opera. “She was pregnant and in a coma. And then her husband started cheating on her. With her sister. And then she woke up from the coma. And she had amnesia. And her husband fell in love with her again and she fell in love with him but she thought he was her sister’s boyfriend, and…. ”

21st Century: You walk in on a conversation between two people, not realizing they’re talking about a video game: “They dropped me off on a battlefield without any training and said they didn’t expect me to live…. ”

I figured it out around when they started talking about alien zombie artificial intelligences.

‪Woman on line ahead of me at the boarding gate was bound for Baltimore. Problem for her: This plane is going to Las Vegas. ‬

‪I’m pretty sure. ‬

I want old-style blogging to come back

David Winer wants his old blog back. So do I.

Or, rather, I want the style of blogging Dave describes to come back. Posts can have titles or not. They can just be links and nothing else. They can be as long and short as you want.

But that’s not the thing I really miss. The thing I really miss is having just one place where everyone who wants to find my stuff can find my stuff. I don’t want to have to choose between, on the one hand, spreading my stuff on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and Google+, and on the other hand, missing out on connecting with people. And I want to  have that one place be a place that’s owned by me.

A friend urges me to just post here, to my WordPress blog, and use automated tools to publicize to other platforms. But that seems inconvenient to my friends on those other platforms. Like a bit of a jerk move. Also, for professional reasons, it helps me to have a presence on multiple platforms. And there are other problems with the just-post-to-Wordpress-and-syndicate-everywhere method.

On the other hand, posting to multiple places can be a pain in the ass.

Because there is no good solution to this problem, I’m just sticking with the least-bad option, which is continuing to post to four places. Eventually, a solution will present itself.

Minnie’s gastronomic adventure

For breakfast this morning, I microwaved myself a Weight Watchers Smart Ones Chicken Margherita. I brought it to my desk to eat at the computer. And I knocked the food off the desk before I’d had a single bite. It hit the floor squarely face down on the carpet next to my desk.

The entire serving of chicken, pasta, and red sauce was now in a pile on my carpet.

No five second rule here.

Well, crap.I was really hungry too.

I picked up what I could pick up with paper towels, leaving about 7% of the meal still on the floor. The residue was a few stray chunks of pasta and about two teaspoons of red sauce soaking into the carpet. 93% of it went into the garbage in my office. It’s a little trash bin, about two feet high. This detail is important. Remember it.

I looked at the remaining chunks of pasta and the red sauce soaking into the carpet and thought how that would be a pain to clean up. And I went into the kitchen and looked at the ingredients listed on the Weight Watchers meal. Yes, it did have onions and garlic, but those were the eighth and ninth ingredient or so. A very small amount.

So I brought Minnie into my office and let her go to it on the rug. And that spot of the rug is now nice and clean. Well, it’s no nastier than the rest of the carpet in the vicinity of my desk.

A few minutes later, I looked in the backyard and Minnie was contentedly lying on the grass with paper towels strewn around her. These were the paper towels I’d used to clean up 93% of the Weight Watchers chicken and pasta.

So now she’d eaten all of that. I didn’t mean to let her have THAT much of it.

She showed no ill effects, and she was due to go to the vet anyway today, for a checkup and routine shots. I brought her in as planned, and discussed Minnie’s breakfast with the vet. The vet said if Minnie had no ill effects by then, she would likely show none at all. Which is what I figured.

The vet said Minnie might have diarrhea. Which is not my problem, because after the vet I dropped Minnie off at Camp Bow Wow for a few days. I’m going out of town; we’re still having bathroom work done, and it’s too much for Julie alone to juggle Minnie, three cats, and the contractors without me around. So Minnie goes into boarding when I’m out of town during renovations.

And that’s been our day so far. How is yours?

Poor Minnie. No matter what position she twists herself into, she’s still in the vet’s waiting room. No amount of sitting, standing, lying down, and curling up will transport her home.

You eventually reach a stage in life when you decide you own enough t-shirts.

The other night as I was walking Minnie just before bedtime, a helicopter shone a spotlight on us.

At least I’m pretty sure it was a helicopter. For a minute I thought we were about to be Raptured.

Review: Using AirPods to call federal reps to demand they protect ObamaCare

My AirPods arrived last week when I was out of town. As soon as I got home, after I’d spent a decent amount of time greeting Wife and Pets, I popped the AirPods in my ears to try them out.

I’m quite happy with them. The sound quality is fine, they’re very comfortable, they stay in my ears securely. And I like the integration with my iPhone. When I put an AirPod in my ear, it connects to the iPhone automatically. When I take one out, whatever I’m listening to pauses. When I take both out, playback stops. With my previous wireless headphones, those things took a few seconds of button-pushing and switch-throwing. It was just a minor inconvenience … but an inconvenience nonetheless, and nice to have it removed.

For the first day after I got the headphones, I used them to go about my normal business. I listened to podcasts while exercising, I did phone calls for work, and I called my Senators and Congressional Representative to let them know that I wanted them to continue to fight to protect ObamaCare.

I am pleased to report the sound quality was good on the calls, and I’m quite certain my message went through to my elected representatives. Indeed, my opinion probably carried more weight than other voters’ because, I am an Apple enthusiast, and we’re just better than people who use other technologies.

While we’re freaking out about the possibility of Chelsea Clinton running for office, can we spare a thought for the actual dynasty of thieves currently occupying the White House?

If I’m going to snack on beef jerky before a meeting, I ought to include breath mints in my travel gear. My breath could knock a buzzard off a shit wagon.

One of the advantages of conference calls is no one can see you roll your eyes.

In my more pessimistic moments I believe both the Democrats and Republicans are farmers.

The American people are their livestock.

The Democrats want to run a nice, organic, free range farm where the critters are happy and healthy. The Republicans want to run a cruel factory farm where the animals are penned in their own filth.

Given the choice between the two, any sane animal would vote for the Democrats … while wishing for another alternative. Because the animals on both farms go to the same slaughterhouse.

Three days of bathroom demolition

This is a hodgepodge of three days of photos. You can see my bathroom as it was Tuesday afternoon, same as it’s been the last few years. I found receipts and meds in there from 2004.

Also, you can see the same bathroom with nearly everything cleared out. Also, Julie’s bathroom, same state.

Then my bathroom and Julie’s bathroom after the first and second day of demolition, Wednesday and Thursday.

Four to six weeks of this to go.


Minnie is in Day 2 of not being allowed unsupervised in the yard while the workmen are here. This morning when I called her inside before she was ready to go, I swear she came up the steps stamping her four feet in frustration as she went.

I expect the writer who thought up the TARDIS had cleaned every single thing out of a bathroom in a house they’d lived in 20 years.

We had some excitement this morning

We’re having our bathrooms remodeled, a six-week process that will involve much disruption.
Also, a HUGE contingent of police arrived on our street to arrest someone.
These incidents are, as far as I know, unrelated.
The contractors arrived to start work on renovating both our bathrooms. They’re doing a hell of a job on the initial destruction part, so far as I can see. We’ll be without showers for the first couple of weeks, so we had to join a gym to use their showers, for which me or Julie had to be physically present.
I ended up being the one to go to the gym to arrange membership – and when I stepped out the front door I saw about ten police cars parked in the street. The cops wouldn’t say what was going on, but based on talking with the neighbors I found that one of the neighbors had found a couple of utility knives and a big screwdriver near his front door this morning. Somehow, this resulted in his handyman being arrested for rape. I’m unclear on the details.
The neighbor involved is a lovely gentleman who lives across the street and just lost his wife of something like 60+ years a few months ago.
And that’s our Wednesday morning.