This morning turned into a very unexpected case of Plugin Whack-a-mole. I think I have everything sorted out but it’s been frustrating. Kind of reminds me of manually reassembling display chains for Jaws. I will research this more later so I can nail down exactly where the problem is but for now I have more important things to do.
Installing some updates on a Friday morning, like you do. Trying to figure out why my feed went sideways. Looks like the Syndication Links plugin got some really cool updates, which will be fun to experiment with. I’m expecting today to be a light work day, which means I can concentrate on some of the backlog of tasks I’ve been putting off. I’m looking forward to a relaxing weekend.
Me: Goes to get some ice, which I rarely do. Icemaker: Not dispensing ice. Me: “Shit, icemaker’s clogged, time to take it out and clean it again.” /me begins cleaning icemaker. Roommate enters and says: “Didn’t you just do that a couple weeks ago?” Me: “Yes.” Her: “Wait, it clogs up if you don’t use it?” Me, biting my tongue because this is the most obvious thing in the entire fucking universe: “Yes.” Yep, this is me being all domestic and shit.
Switching playlists and quitting early. This has been yet another long week, and I need to disconnect from everything for probably a couple of days. I will spend some time over Facetime with two of the best people in the world, Wil and Denise, and other than that I think I’m going to stay offline as much as possible. Browser’s closed after this, email client’s closed, phone is on “Do Not Disturb”, and Twitter client on the desktop is closed. There’s a Valentine’s Day party over at the other building later today and I think I’m going to skip it because I think if I have to endure commercialized love I’ll need someone to hold my hair back while I puke. I’ve never been a huge fan of Valentine’s Day anyway and if I really want to eat candy I can get it on sale afterwords.
First, I do not feel any empathy at all for Jeff Bezos, and my eyes are stuck in the rolled position at his sudden treatment as a hero and martyr. The man cheated on his wife, and, now that he has an opportunity to do so, is more than willing to play the victim. The only reason he now cares about anyone being blackmailed is because it’s happening to him. Otherwise, he couldn’t, and hasn’t, cared less. The National enquirer is hosted by Amazon and their money was just as green as anyone else’s, so he can stab himself in the heart with a spoon for all I care. Second, I am also not going to feel any empathy for the National Enquirer when Jeff Bezos gets done fucking them up the ass and then publicly humiliating them. Fucking with the owner of the company which hosts your web properties is a monumentally stupid decision and I am perfectly OK with NE reaping what they’ve sown. I’m just going to make sure I have plenty of popcorn ready and watch the whole thing play out.
Today’s work playlist is: “Tired of Stupid”. Overwhelmingly metal, plus some alternative and hard rock from the 80’s, and some other stuff to leaven it. I didn’t attend last night’s virtual Homebrew Website Club because I was tired after work and was in bed by 8 or so. I am going to try to attend Indiewebcamp Online though if there’s nothing between now and then that’s virtual. I still have to look up the dates though. I am still wrestling with emotions I would rather not wrestle with, but as days pass and I reassemble the pieces with more than just figurative duct tape, this will become easier to deal with.
Spotify is apparently gobbling up podcast platforms, and Anchor is among them. Not that Anchor was particularly open before, but it definitely won’t be open now. given the way Spotify already handles podcasts, this will likely be yet another example of a site death. So, one more time for the folks in the back: Own your content! No, seriously, own your content. It’s one thing to syndicate to Spotify from your own site, because you still have control of the files. Using it as your primary platform, however, (as you will be if you primarily upload to Anchor), is still not a good idea if you care about your content being yours, available for as long as you decide, all of that. Plus there’s a really nasty long-standing bug with Spotify which keeps your feed from being updated if you have to update your original feed for any reason, like you accidentally uploaded the wrong version of a file. So yeah, own your content, because that one’s been around for two years at least and there’s no sign of them fixing it.
Well WordPress, it seems as though you and I have outlasted a second romantic relationship. I suppose I should be grateful that this one was just under a year while the other was twelve years, but right now it hurts to think and I’m not in the headspace to considere things like that right now. I will get there eventually, but it won’t be today. The unreturned calls and emails and texts after a year of talking nearly every day is just too much. It’s not that I’m angry. It’s worse than that. I wish I could just be angry because that would be a lot easier to take. Right now I’m just crushed.
I would like to extend my sincerest condolences to all my fellow Patriot haters who sat through that travisty of a game last night and yet still managed to pluck up the courage to get out of bed this morning and carry on with your day. Take heart, my fellow haters, because pitchers and catchers report starting February 12.
Welcome to February. I’ve decided to try to achieve the holy grail of bringing Mastodon replies and reactions back to my site, and in order to do that, I need to make some changes to my syndication setup. So, let’s first see if this works.
I think the thing I like least about winter is that both strawberries and cherries are unavailable. I’m craving both right now. And by cherries, I mean the ones that feel and taste like very small plumbs. I can eat those things by the bowlfull any day of the week.
It’s time to clip my nails again because they’re getting in the way of typing. Also, today is my birthday which means I can do whatever I want. I have ten beers left, and since it’s my birthday I’m going to start drinking them by 9AM simply because I feel like it, and if stuff gets done today it gets done. If it doesn’t, it doesn’t and I am not going to expend any energy caring about any of it.
Firefox: “You are about to close 33 tabs. Are you sure you want to continue?” Me: “Well not really but since you’ve decided to throw a temper tantrum and hog every resource you can find I suppose I have no choice but to close everything down and then re-open everything and log back into everything so I can continue my work from the last saved point, assuming that exists.” Have we voted on whether or not technology has the ability to be passive-aggressive yet? Because if not, I’ve got a contender for a test case.
So we start this fine Monday morning with the realization that the Patriots are going to the Superbowl. Again. Can we all agree that the Patriots are colluding with the NFL to ensure their continued appearance at the Superbowl? I am a Ram’s fan for this game because the only thing that can possibly get me to root for the Patriots is the Falcons, and that happened a couple of years ago. The only balm for my wounded soul at this point is Braves baseball starts in a month with the beginning of Spring Training. God this is going to be a long month.