Category: Uncategorized


Forgot that Twitter doesn’t let you do anything with the content you create for them. Guess I’m going to have to start publishing one liners to and then push it out from there to where I do want it. Which means that nothing original will be going through twitter. It’s too bad, I really do like Twitter but if they’re going to insist on making their service a dead-end for working with the content I provide them, then there’s really no reason to make them a primary feed. 

I’d do the same with Facebook except there’s too many people on there and they’re not going anywhere. It’s one thing to ignore an audience when there’s just a lot of empty seats. It’s another entirely when that’s your primary readership. So I stick it out with Facebook not because I want to but because otherwise no one would read any of it. 

Been busy.

Been real busy here. Work exploded. Went on vacation which was an ordeal of planning and scheduling. Going on another that’s not so much planning. Thinking it’s time to look at changing some stuff up when I get back. Maybe more posts. Which I keep saying and thinking but not actually doing. My understanding is that’s kind of the key to the whole thing. Hm. Have to work on that. 

New Project

Bought me a new domain name to go along with an idea I’ve had rattling around my head for a few years now, but just finally figured out a reasonable way to put it out there. 

In unrelated news (or is it?), one of my favorite things to do is to go out for a drive and see the Christmas lights people have set up. Loved it since I was a kid, and I’m happy that Grace and Erin like it too. 

Expansion of the List of Places We Probably Shouldn’t Go Out To Eat

Tonight we had another incident in which one of our kids threw up in a restaurant. Jokingly, we’ve got a running list of places where we’re theoretically not welcome back. In no particular order it includes:

Ruby Tuesday in Worcester

Panera in Milbury and Shrewsbury

Red Robin in Milbury

The 99 in downtown Worcester and Brattleboro, VT. 

I feel like there’s a Friendly’s that should be one there too, but given their recent issues it’s most likely closed anyways. 

The Brattleboro one was probably the worst. Food had just come. Threw up all over the booth. A line from the booth to the restroom. More outside the restaurant. Some in a plastic shopping back near the Hannaford in Brattleboro. And finally some more at a skating rink or bowling alley or something along Rt 2. 

Tonight’s was, realistically, not a big deal. A small bit on the floor. A bunch of clothes that are now in the wash. No second wave, just out and done. Still, though, it’s no fun waiting at the table for the waitress to come by so we can ask for boxes and check, knowing that Kelly is in the ladies room with Puke-ahontas. Kind of a buzzkill for the rest of the night. 

The Difficulty of Maintaining Christmas

It’s possible this may be the last year of Santa for Grace. We do the Elf on the Shelf, and there’s been a lot of logistics questions about how it all works. How does he get in, how does he get out, how does he get back to Santa, what does he do when it’s not Christmas. So far “it’s magic” has worked, but there’s only so long that we’re going to be able to use that. Combined with her inherent snoopiness, which has gotten her a peek at a few presents already – not sure she realizes it – and it’s going to get a lot tougher.

My parents had a rock-solid way to keep us from snooping. Part of their house was built as an addition, which meant that it had a completely seperate basement that could only be reached from outside the house. And it had separate locks on the doors, the keys to which were kept on a keychain on a nail near the door from the main basement to outside. Around this time of year, that keychain would disappear, thus keeping us out of that part of the basement and out of our presents. 

I think we’ll make it though this year. Next year I think Grace will figure out that Santa lives in the same house as her with a bedroom at the other end of the hall. 


Had a quiet ride back from Branford, CT where we had Thanksgiving dinner with my wife’s side of the family. It’s about two hours from there to here, and I got to thinking. I’m pretty lucky. I have a wife who loves me (why that is, I don’t understand but I’m not going to question it), two beautiful girls, and we’re all healthy. We have steady employment with stable companies, and while the future is never 100% certain, I’m not worrying about it. I know there’s a lot of people out there who aren’t as lucky as I am, and I give thanks every day for what I have. I hope you all do the same. 

Annoyed with both Twitter and Facebook

There’s two big dogs in the social arena today. The past month or so, both are doing things that annoy me. 

On the one hand, we have the behemoth Facebook. They seem to be out to figure out just how much they can annoy me before I give up. Privacy policy changes that are opt-out, making it intentionally difficult to figure out privacy settings. Recently it’s started to come out that they’re hiding posts their algorithm thinks would be uninteresting to me. Not just sponsored stuff either – posts from friends. So now I can’t tell if I’m seeing everything from all my friends. Actually, I can tell I’m not. The whole point of Facebook is to connect with friends and see what they’re doing. If they’re not actively trying to hide that, why even bother? 

Twitter, on the other hand, makes sure I can see everything from anyone I’ve connected to. And they’ve made it very easy to add to the content posted there. However, once it’s there, they’re making as difficult as possible to do anything with it. They forced IFTTT to cut out the triggers they had based on tweets, so I can’t automagically send things along from there. They’re making it pretty clear to app developers that they’re not welcome any more. 

I’m starting to think that the best social platform is this one. I own it. I can do what I want with what I post here. If I want to send it to Twitter, to Facebook, to the moon, it’s up to me. If I want to tie the pictures posted elsewhere back to here, I can. And then I can send them wherever I want from here, because it’s my content. 

I don’t have a problem with allowing these companies to make money off me. They provide a service, and I understand they need to be able to pay for their expenses. But don’t try and get all big brother on me and protect me from things I might find boring, or tell me what I can and can’t do with my words. That’s when I start to get motivated to find another way.