I’m split between two Switch games this month: Skyrim and (don’t judge me) Farming Simulator, the best zen-out pretend tractor simulator ever made.
Right now either the charcoal black of my wool socks or the burnt orange of my handmade lopi knit scarf.
The cancellation of the final season of The Apprentice.
Between a borked iPhone and the temptation to use my new GoPro, I took significantly more video than photos this month, and a couple are even doing respectably on YouTube.
How to put a LAMP server onto a computer the size of a deck of cards in my basement.
Depends on the source of the text: from my head, it’s usually about 60-80 words per minute.
Running. Bowing. Drawing.
I gave the gift that’s impossible to return: I brought my violin to the family gatherings and played. Of course, some of my family would have rather had anything else, but it’s the thought… right?
Jigsaws. Icy. Alexa.
The coal industry would be thriving this year.
Ten days of no work starting on the 22 with four days of Christmas, then three days of vegging out, and finally three days of New Years.
It was pointed out to me recently that in the sunlight of the #metoo campaign that has been sweeping the world in recent months (whether intended or just accidentally misinterpreted) the lyrics of “Baby It’s Cold Outside” come across as more than a little old fashioned and a bit casual about implied assault.