An interesting video about McDonald’s the change in their portion sizes over the decades. I’ve been trying to eat “1950s” portions for the past six weeks. I’ve lost some weight and my clothes are fitting a bit better. I call it the “Leave It To Beaver” diet. Pearls extra.
Article and video on Pretty Sweet.
We have been enjoying season two of “The Gilded Age” on HBO Max. While not as zesty as “Downton Abbey”, the storylines are enjoyable, the costuming is impressive, and nowhere else will you hear Nathan Lane bellow through a script like Foghorn Leghorn.
I don’t know if the show has been renewed for season three. I’m not following social media much these days and I’ve been steering clear of the gossip and such around this show.
My favorite character is Carrie Coon as Bertha Russell. One must admire a person that knows what they want and does everything to obtain it, especially in this age of society and wealth. The character is well written and enjoyable portrayed.
I’m sad to see this season coming to an end in the next couple of weeks. Hopefully we’ll get more drama from The Gilded Age next year.
Our friends Aidan and Joe hosted a holiday party this evening. We saw several friends, including Homer and Matt, at the gathering.
Aidan and Joe go all out with the decorating. I especially liked this old style silver tree with matching ornaments.
It was a very nice time.
Truman is in the holiday spirit. After fighting with the Christmas tree skirt right after the trees were decorated, they seem to have come to an understanding. Now this is one of his favorite places to watch the activity around the house.
And so ends my last full week of work in 2023. For the rest of the year I’ll be working shorter weeks, with a vacation placed within the frivolity as my husband and I head to Walt Disney World next week.
I’m looking forward to the downtime.
I find this time of year to be rather frustrating. Not only are ads being flung at us at a high velocity, informing us that we must buy, buY, BUY to show our love, but we’re also asked to not buy anything for ourselves so that folks can show their love by buying something for us in the way of a gift.
My husband starts a moratorium on buying things around Labor Day. “We need more toilet paper!” “Don’t buy it, Christmas is just around the corner”.
Now, I’m a guy that knows what he wants, right down to the finest detail. I want a certain pair of shoes or I want a specific book or I want a particular piece of tech. I plan, I consider, I purchase; this is the way I do things. I fully appreciate the intention of someone giving me a pair of shoes or a book or a piece of tech, but because of my somewhat obsessive nature about these things, as well as my perfectionist tendencies, I sometimes struggle with waiting for a gift instead of just buying something for myself, especially since I know exactly what I want. I don’t want to be the guy that gives details on a gift right down to the serial number, but it takes a lot of restraint for me to refrain from doing exactly that.
Hence, the most frustrating time of year.
Personally, I’m happy with warm regards, a small token of a gift that makes me smile, and maybe a card. That’s it. All in all, I just want people to be happy this time of year, no matter the reason for the season, and I don’t find the crass commercialism of throwing things at one another to be a fair substitute for the warmth I’m looking for.
I guess I’m just an overly sentimental, old-fashioned kind of guy. I’d rather enjoy a drink with friends or a nice meal with the family. When I see a small card sitting on my shelf and it makes me smile, I find all the holiday greetings I really want or need.
So, this is typewriter mode on IA Writer on my iPad Pro. The editor is clean and simple and best enjoyed with some breezy, easy music in noise cancelling headphones while one is composing their latest missive.
Is that the correct word, missive?
I like idea of a digital typewriter, especially when paired with a mechanical keyboard reminiscent of the 1980s IBM Model M keyboard or something equally poundy.
The only issue with my Velocifire mechanical keyboard is the spacebar has a certain rattle that I don’t enjoy. I need to figure that out. Or, I need to buy a new keyboard, something that would not please my husband. He doesn’t understand these things.
I’m typing away and acting like this is going to be a blog entry. It’s more exciting than “Hello, World”. And it’s much more exciting than typing out the script for an American test of the Emergency Alert System. I can do that by memory, you know, because 30 years ago it was my voice that recorded that for the group of radio stations I worked at. My claim to fame.
I’m about a month into using a Microsoft Surface Laptop 2 with Ubuntu Linux. I alternate use with my M2 MacBook Air, which is a luxury few people can afford. I’m grateful for this gifted laptop that was headed for the recycling bin.
Ubuntu Linux 22.04.3 LTS has been holding up remarkably well compared to previous experiences with Ubuntu Linux. Updates haven’t broken anything, with a few tweaks the default GUI leads to productivity, and the Surface Laptop 2 is a quality piece of hardware. Battery life could be better, but it’s not awful.
The experience is enjoyable but it is not as polished as MacOS. The Gnome Desktop comes close, but there’s some incoherence that I notice from time to time. And while it does have its problems, MacOS is yards ahead when it comes to integration with my other Apple devices. It’s nice to be able to take a photo with my iPhone and have it immediately available on my iPad Pro or MacBook Air. With Linux I’m reliant on Dropbox or my Western Digital MyCloud NAS that’s stationed back home.
A quick survey of this Starbucks indicates I’m the only one using a non-Apple device. I’m not getting glared at.
We did a little Christmas shopping on Saturday. Even though this is our third holiday season in the desert, I’m still not used to shopping in the warmer fresh air while listening to Christmas carols and seeing the various decorations.
Just a guy with a husband. We’ve been together 28 years and he still makes me see fireworks on a daily basis. Hiker. Storm Chaser. Private Pilot. Tech Guy. Hackerish.
Weird? Eccentric!