I have another garbage pile of posts, on account of me being lazy and not posting over the holiday. So here we go:
–Simon
Garbage Pile 2
Quarantine Thanksgiving
Each Thanksgiving I suffer horrible heartburn. Naturally, I attributed this to the large amount of animal fat I was consuming. But this year, we were bereft of any extended family, and amazingly, despite still cooking the same meal, I didn’t have heartburn. I don’t want to make any premature conclusions, so I’ll have to give this additional tests to widen the sample size. No family is allowed to visit until further notice, pending my scientific assessment. For science!
Anyway, here’s some photos to mark the occasion. Happy Thanksgiving all!
–Simon
‘Merican Matrimony
Last year’s official wedding gift theme was copper. This year was bronze. We decided on a mutual gift to ourselves, and got a bronze star for the house:
It looks nice, but gives me pause. Is it too…‘Merican? I don’t mean “Is it too Americana?”, I’m talking about the apostrophe type of ‘Merican.
And when did appreciation for one’s own culture jump to extremest right-wing nationalism? Maybe I’m just starting to feel that way with all the Trump flags surrounding us, like an eternal redneck colorguard.
Ah screw it. It’s just a harmless little decoration. Rockwellian Americana I say.
–Simon
Product Owner
I was promoted at work. Well, reallocated is a better word, but I still received a pay grade increase in the process, so it’s a promotion.
AVP, Digital Product Owner.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scrum_(software_development)#Product_owner
Considering the times, I’m very fortunate indeed.
–Simon
Bad Times
My Grandmother died, and Coronavirus COVID-19 is officially now a pandemic. These events are, fortunately, unrelated. She died of late-stage dementia.
COVID-19 itself has a low mortality rate, but 3% of the world’s population is a lot of people. Schools have disbanded. Liz and I have been sent home to work. And I’ve lost 15% of my retirement with the stock crash.
Things will no doubt recover. But for posterity, these are bad times.