Statuses

I want to go on record to protest these warmer than average temperatures we are having here in Minnesota. I feel as if my favorite season (fall) is being kept from me.

My Now page has (finally) been updated. First update since the end of June.

Criterion – Snakes and Ladders

There’s just so much crap being offered for sale or rent today — so much that we’re expected to spend money on and like even though it’s incompetently or carelessly made.

This can be said about a lot of things beyond media.

Michael Wade is thinking and scoffing.

Facts I didn’t know about oatmeal — Boing Boing.net

I wonder what those plots are worth now.

★ The Tragedy of Safari 15 for Mac’s ‘Tabs’ –daringfireball.net

I despise the new tabs even when the “Show color in tab bar” and “Compact” layout settings are turned off. They don’t look like tabs. They look like buttons.

So. Much. This.

Incredibly cool and thoughtful birthday gifts from my wife. First is this 1920 German Desk Set…

Another incredibly thoughtful birthday gift from my wife, a fob with every place we’ve traveled to together. The rings hand stamped by her

A hoarder reformed: Downsizing my wardrobe – Permanent Style

Been doing some thinking/writing around this subject recently.

A friend asked me a couple of days ago what I was looking forward to most on my birthday. I said, strangely enough, not being 53. I don’t know what it is about that number. I’ve always found it odd. Of course, it is an odd number but I mean it’s always sounded strange to me; that number. It’s the sort of number one would choose in one of those “guess how many items are in the jar” games because no one would ever guess that number. It just doesn’t sound right. I told her I’ve actually been saying for months that I’m almost 54 as opposed to actually saying my age. That’s how much I dislike the number 53. No rhyme or reason to it. I just do.

So today, I’m happy to say I’m 54 years old. And that I’ll never have to be 53 ever again.

Thursday night…