After a morning of optimising a nonprofit’s reverse proxy configuration, I feel like I’ve earned my lunch! Four cheese, mushroom and jalapeño quesapizzas, mmm…
Kind: Notes
My Car is Sad
All! The! Warning! Lights! By the time a car needs to pahinate the error messages it wants to display, something has definitely gone wrong. 😬
Go back to bed!
Things my children have gotten out of bed to say to me tonight:
- I don’t want to go to school tomorrow
- I can’t find [name of toy]
- I want [name of toy I lent to my sibling] back
- if I’m ill, I don’t have to go to school tomorrow, right?
- I can’t sleep
- I might be ill: I don’t think I should go to school tomorrow
- I want a hot water bottle
- I’m too hot
- I’ve lost my hot water bottle
- I spilt my water1
- I went to the toilet because I thought I was going to throw up but I didn’t but I think I’m too ill to go to school tomorrow
- my book is wet
- I forgot to brush my teeth
- I don’t like these pyjamas
- I still can’t sleep
Footnotes
1 it later turned out to have been spilled on an electrical extension socket! 😱
Note #24906
As the kids grow older… someday our final soft play session – something we used to do all the time, and now do only rarely – will be in the past.
But for now, at least, it remains a chaotic way to tire them out on a morning!
Note #24882
Okay, is every company using AI to fuck up their mailing lists, now?
For the second time this week I’ve received an email from a company whom I’d explicitly demanded cease processing my PII. This time, in February they outright told me that they’d deleted my data and sent screenshots to “prove” it (which was already after they’d failed to unsubscribe me from their mailing lists in the first place).
Note #24871
Just received an unsolicited marketing email from a company that I asked to remove me from their systems eleven and a half years ago (!).
I haven’t heard from them since then.
The marketing email is sent using a platform that “uses AI to help you seamlessly connect with your customers”. By which I assume the platform means “we’ll crawl your email history to find anybody we can possibly spam”.
Just gonna go grab my GDPR/DPA2018 beating-stick. This is gonna be a fun one.
PortAventura
Made it through a day and a half of theme park fun with the kids. Time for a much-needed beer, then as long a sleep as circumstance will allow.
Dos Huevos
For some reason, the breakfast chef assumed that when I asked for two eggs benedict that I might want them on two separate plates. As if I WEREN’T totally planning to scoff them both myself! 😂
Note #24831
Parenting is about sacrifices.
Here, I’m making the noble sacrifice of forcing myself to drink a delicious beer so my 10-year-old can use the customer-only bathroom at a beachside amateur football club. Such a sacrifice.
Hackaday
Me, hacking challenging Javascript at work: “Damn, I need a holiday.”
Me, hacking challenging Javascript on sabbatical: “Ah, so relaxing.”
Melià Barcelona Sky
Enjoying a glass of cava while the kids peer down out of the window of a Barcelona skyscraper.
Day 8 of my sabbatical. Think I’m doing this right?
Note #24818
This boy is excited and ready for Spain!
Double Sausages
This child is eating sausages with one hand while playing a video game about eating sausages with the other.
Is this life-imitating-art or the other way around? Who can possibly say?
Note #24813
Off to Spain! BRB.
Note #24772
Day #2 of my sabbatical had a morning in which I’ve mostly been roped into some charity-related digital forensics… until I got distracted by dndle.app, which apparently I accidentally broke yesterday! Move Fast and Fix Things!
