My 12-year-old’s persuaded me to take her to MegaConLive London this weekend.
As somebody who doesn’t pay much attention to the pop culture circles represented by such an event (and hasn’t for 15+ years, or whenever it was that Asdfbook came out?)… have you got any advice for me, Internet?
Inspired by a conversation with Elle (@e11e@mastodon.social), I expanded my FreshRSS-to-blogroll generator to support injecting 88×31 buttons (where I have them) for folks I follow.
There’s still a way to go, but my blogroll‘s looking a little prettier as a result.
I think my “six seven”-obsessed younger child was in the kitchen with a biro earlier. How do I know, you ask?
Well my day, week, and year (which has been off to a slightly ropey start) got a whole heap better today when I received a postcard from August (@august@chaos.social) & Sappho (@kruemmelspalter@chaos.social), sent from 39c3 on a CCC postcard… with a CCC stamp (thanks, Deutsche Post)!
Super cool, and exactly the mood boost I needed today.
Tonight I learned that when my electric car gets down to 5% battery, it sounds an alarm.
And that when it gets down to 4% battery, it sounds a louder alarm.
And that when it gets down to 3% battery, it engages ‘limited performance’ mode and shows a picture of a tortoise.
And that when it gets down to 2%, and you’ve already turned off the heating and the radio and you’re wondering how much power the windscreen wipers are using… that’s when it stops
showing you it’s estimated range.
Fortunately, I then only had half a mile left to go. But for a while there it felt a little bit hairy!
Bitterly cold and starkly beautiful, this morning: West Oxfordshire is blanketed in an impenetrably thick freezing fog.
It’s quite pretty, though I’m regretting not bringing my gloves out with me!
Not kink-shaming anyone, but I’m not sure I want to go to the ‘toilets viewing area’.
The younger kids’ taekwondo school put on a free ‘new years workout’ class this morning. It was pretty awesome.
My watch says my heart rate averaged 146bpm, peaking at 169bpm. It’s possible I’m not as fit as I used to be. 😅
But at least I don’t feel like I might die, like I did during the ‘dads go free’ promotion last year. Progress?
As part of my efforts to reclaim the living room from the children, I’m building a new gaming PC for the playroom. She’s called Bee, and – thanks to the absolute insanity that is The Tower 300 case from Thermaltake – she’s one of the most bonkers PC cases I’ve ever worked in.
Tintern Abbey’s looking especially beautiful in the fresh snow, this morning.
Our dog has decided that the perfect place to lie down at our holiday accommodation is… on a staircase whose carpet is the same colour as her!
I’m grateful for her very-visible blep… or I’d have tripped over this camouflaged pupper several times already!
Back at the Rollright Stones fire New Year’s Day, per family tradition. This year the younger child counted 74, the elder 59. The curse that prevents you counting the same number twice continues!
I think the dog’s back paws were cold this evening. The giveaway was when she tucked them into a convenient nearby trouser pocket.
Went to a West End theatre wearing my “Slamilton” t-shirt.
In this corridor, during the act break, a stranger spotted it and did a double-take.
“Is that…? wait… that’s not Hamilton!”, they said.
I seized my chance.
“It’s Slamilton,” I replied. “You know: ‘Who slams, who jams, who tells their story.'”
And then, after a pause: “What’s ‘Hamilton’???”
Boxing Day breakfast (of champions (of leftovers)).
