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Since I can't seem to stop reading Facebook like the cool kids, I might as well write about some things I'm encountering, there.
I'm reading this book right now, and decided to do the challenge on Facebook of trying to condense the plot into six words. Only, there is no plot.
A Year In The Maine Woods, by Bern Heinrich
[ETA: Learned a bit of old wisdom from this book, too, today: In this part of the world, check your supplies on Groundhog's Day. If you reach February and still have half your supply of firewood, hay, and root vegetables, you'll probably survive.]
One of my friends there offered up for grabs something called "Internet-connected alarm clocks". He says he has three but has decided to invite a faceless multinational near-monopoly into his home as a constant presence, so has no more need of these items. I responded that I was baffled by the concept, as I have an alarm clock that I bought at a drugstore 25 years ago. It has two switches ('alarm off/on' and 'set time/alarm') and three buttons ('hours', 'minutes' and 'snooze'). The third button is superfluous because I never use it.
Someone posted a link about how to kill stinkbugs. Weirdly, I recently realized that I can't smell stinkbugs at all. Eor has crushed them just to show me how much they stank, and I found I had to get my nose right above it to smell it at all. Then I decided it was "Slightly earthy. Not unpleasant." People on the Internet have compared the smell of stinkbugs to the aroma of a paper plant, and I grew up around so many paper plants that it's not unlikely that my nose is dead to that.
This is the first day of a three day weekend for me, which is going to be a norm for the next two months. We're trying out doing a 4-10s shift and my first week was a little exhausting. I'm feeling sort of okay with not doing much, but I really should move a little, now.
I'm reading this book right now, and decided to do the challenge on Facebook of trying to condense the plot into six words. Only, there is no plot.
A Year In The Maine Woods, by Bern Heinrich
[ETA: Learned a bit of old wisdom from this book, too, today: In this part of the world, check your supplies on Groundhog's Day. If you reach February and still have half your supply of firewood, hay, and root vegetables, you'll probably survive.]
One of my friends there offered up for grabs something called "Internet-connected alarm clocks". He says he has three but has decided to invite a faceless multinational near-monopoly into his home as a constant presence, so has no more need of these items. I responded that I was baffled by the concept, as I have an alarm clock that I bought at a drugstore 25 years ago. It has two switches ('alarm off/on' and 'set time/alarm') and three buttons ('hours', 'minutes' and 'snooze'). The third button is superfluous because I never use it.
Someone posted a link about how to kill stinkbugs. Weirdly, I recently realized that I can't smell stinkbugs at all. Eor has crushed them just to show me how much they stank, and I found I had to get my nose right above it to smell it at all. Then I decided it was "Slightly earthy. Not unpleasant." People on the Internet have compared the smell of stinkbugs to the aroma of a paper plant, and I grew up around so many paper plants that it's not unlikely that my nose is dead to that.
This is the first day of a three day weekend for me, which is going to be a norm for the next two months. We're trying out doing a 4-10s shift and my first week was a little exhausting. I'm feeling sort of okay with not doing much, but I really should move a little, now.