My momma with her grandson’s cookbook. She’s so proud.

Me, too.

I feel like it’s a Scooby-Do moment. The orange spook mask comes off and it’s… President Musk!

From Sherrilyn Ifill:

Our spirits will be assaulted in the coming months – by coarse and crude language, by open displays of violence, of privilege, and of unchecked power. We may feel as if we are occupied by a hostile force. This feeling will combine with our grief to weaken and exhaust us. We must hold onto the things that refresh our spirits – time with family, music, art, nature, hobbies, food. We must protect our core.

Now we sit and wait. Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit drinking.

Oi. I feel like a moron. I tried to add a font-awesome icon to my blog title. It did not work as expected and now I’m stuck.

You might notice a bunch of older posts on my timeline - I’ve decided to move my blog from a self-hosted Hugo instance to micro.blog. I don’t know why I didn’t do this sooner. Thanks, Manton, et al!

Let's see if this Stoot thing works...

Chief TWiT :twit: @leo@twit.social

I'm starting to wish Apple would add an "I've already voted so stop bugging me" setting to iOS.

8:40 PM • November 3, 2024 (UTC)

Is it weird that the Advent of Code problems keep me up at night? I don’t mean I’m staying up late working on them, I mean I’m lying in bed trying to figure out how to find a single point in a 4,000,000x4,000,000 grid populated by scanners with varying positions and ranges. ZZzzzzzzzzzz

Time for Windows Weekly. Listen live at live.twit.tv

I’m turning off my automated news feed on my micro.blog (https://leo.social). If you still want links to stories we’re planning to cover on TWiT follow:

twit.social/@twitnews

Thanks!

So I guess this means I have three Fediverse accounts: leo.social, @leo@twit.social, and @leolaporte@pixelfed.social.

Not to mention my long abandoned mastodon.social account.

And I always thought I was anti-social.

Hello. I’m reconnecting my micro.blog to leo.social. I’m also @leo@twit.social.

Roger Angell passed away yesterday at the age of 101. 

A long-time editor at The New Yorker, he was also the best damn baseball writer ever. His essay This Old Man from 2014 is a lovely paen to old age and features these words of wisdom from another old coot, Walter Cronkite.

Never trust a fart. Never pass up a drink. Never ignore an erection.

Truer words were never spoke.

I created this site in the midst of a pandemic. Now two years later, it’s over. Right?

Today mask mandates are lifted in our county and, despite cowardly quibbling from the CDC, most of the US. It seems the pandemic ends with a whimper, not a bang. Sunday’s mostly-maskless Superbowl was the party we’ve all been waiting for. And, yet, I’m not exactly ready to celebrate. Personally, I’m planning to tiptoe back, mask at the ready. I’d love to make a pyre in the backyard to burn them all, but what if there’s a new virulent variant? We still have Π Ρ Σ Τ Υ Φ Χ Ψ and Ω if we need them.

But, for now, I’m willing to say Mission Accomplished. Good job everyone. Let’s say a prayer for the nearly one million dead in the US, nearly six million worldwide (a chilling number) and get back to living. Save the remaining ivermectin for the horses, shall we?

Oh, and get your goldurn vaccine, will ya? For me? For all of us!

Yesterday my son showed up at the studio. I took the opportunity to interview him!

Henry (or Hank as he’s known now) has become a big-time Tik Tok chef with 1.8 million followers and nearly 30 million likes. Check out his videos and, as soon as he gets more, you can also buy his salt at salthank.com.

We tried to reproduce a photo from 27-years-ago at KSFO.

Father and Sons 27-years apart

Thanks to RailEuropeGroups from Club TWiT for the Photoshop! And here’s the clip from Sunday’s show.

I guess I’m kind of a proud father!