Writing Wins

I don't want to jinx it, but as of now, I've written about 37% of the number of posts I wrote in 2014, and we're only one-fourth of the way into 2025.

I want to do more writing in general this year, and these little wins are a good start.

Got thinking about novels tonight. I still want to write one. Or many. But I've also been thinking about the kinds of stories I like to watch or read, and what I've written novel-wise to this point doesn't match up. So I need to fix that. I have some fun ideas brewing that I have no idea how to develop. So I need to figure that out.

Things Facebook Could Fix

No one at Facebook listens (I'm pretty sure if the Dead Internet theory is true, Facebook is at the center of it).

There are a few things they could fix:

1. When a person snoozes someone else for thirty days, the second the snooze is over Facebook wants to flood the zone with posts from that person, as if to say "It was kind of rude for you to use the snooze feature, so here's what you missed." More often than not, you find another reason to snooze said person pretty quickly.

Instead, Facebook could reintroduce their posts gradually, without going back in time days -- even weeks -- for content to throw at you.

2. Similar in vein to the first: When you join a new group, Facebook's default seems to be to flood the zone with posts from the new group at the expense of all else, and I mean all else, becuase I tend to see fewer "sponsored" posts in the days after I join a new group.

Instead, again take the gradual approach. We joined a group for fun, not because we want to see their content and nothing else on our feed.

3. Here's a scenario. I see something on Facebook. I decide I want to explore the topic further by doing a bit of research on the side. So I open up a new browser, tinker around for a bit, then go back to Facebook armed with additional knowledge.

As soon as I go back to that tab, Facebook refreshes. If I don't remember what group or person posted the information or opinion that got me curious, my research was in vain and I'm SOL in adding to the conversation. Users should be in charge of the refresh button, not Facebook.

Last of the Tile is In

Last of the floor tile is in. I only had to cut the single tile on the right three times to get it to fit. I'm not very good at this.

Next is grouting, of course, followed by cleaning up the threshold between the tile and the carpet. Tiny things to do. Then the drywall on the wall between the bathroom and study have to come down because I've got to insulate the wall and run some ethernet cable through it while I've got things torn up on that side.

No one really seems to care, though. Boys reluctantly helped me retrieve a few tools, but made it seem like a burden.

An Innocent, I Hope

 

This is either an innocent or a sign of the times we live in.

Maybe history class happened and he wasn't paying attention. Or he lived somewhere where these kinds of things just weren't taught.

I really hope it's an innocent, and that he or she went on to learn from this public mistake and realized that the KKK epitomized evil.

If not, I continue to weep for the species.

Thoughts on Talent and the Abundance of

Earlier this week, Maaike gave me this chalk drawing Marina did of me as a toddler.

First, hark at that '70s collar. You can see by the date it was 1974. Maybe this explains my natural attraction to plaid, though I have to say my collars don't flare like that anymore.

I'm trying to find a picture frame to put it in, as I don't want it sitting in a drawer somewhere -- you can see the fold it has in it already.

Another problem: I have absolutely no wall space to put this on in the study. Too many bookshelves. Which is a third-world problem to be sure.

I love that I have this art from my sister, who passed about a year ago. She had a lot of talent in art and in music. I wish she'd done more with it. And that sets me to thinking: What am I doing with the talent I've been given? Aside from blog posts, not all that much, I'm afraid. I need to do better.

Will the Real Brian Davidson Stand Up?

News item: ChatGPT hallucinates that a Norwegian man was guilty of killing his two boys.

From the story:

Mr Holmen was given the false information after he used ChatGPT to search for: "Who is Arve Hjalmar Holmen?"

The response he got from ChatGPT included: "Arve Hjalmar Holmen is a Norwegian individual who gained attention due to a tragic event.

"He was the father of two young boys, aged 7 and 10, who were tragically found dead in a pond near their home in Trondheim, Norway, in December 2020."

Mr Holmen said the chatbot got their age gap roughly right, suggesting it did have some accurate information about him.

I wondered, if course, if there were someone with a similar name who had indeed been involved in a similar crime, but searched using his full name now bring up hundreds of versions of the same ChatGPT story, so my assumpiton -- and it could be wrong -- is that no such crime exists in connection with the guy's name. The intelligence seems to have been hallucinating.

I thought I'd try the same thing to see what ChatGPT could find -- or hallucinate -- on me. Here's the first try:

I can't vouch for everything here, but it seems accurate.

I thought I'd better narrow the search, seeing as there is a prominent person with my name. Here's the second try:

Here, I start to show up, but barely. I am indeed an online adjunct instructor as mentioned, but the rest of the information ChatGPT presents here doesn't apply to me.

There is a Brian Davidson who country dances, so that appears to be true. He may also be associated with the TikTok account.

And there is a Brian Davidson who is a school district administrator, but he's in Kennewick, Washington -- my request on "Idaho" should have filtered him out.

Here's for the third try:

This, I have to say, is accurate, though not current.

I was Scoutmaster, but no longer. And I do recall asking the question regarding John Adams Parkway on a city Facebook post.

So while ChatGPT isn't hallucinating at all in these three attempts, it took a bit of work to narrow the search down to me, and what information is presented is accurate if not current, though woefully incomplete. The incompleteness is likely due to me not commenting much on my full-time job.

Something else I just thought of: I'm surprised the LLM didn't find the other Brian Davidson who's also local, with a criminal record. Maybe that's a sign those records are still in areas the makers of these LLM can't scrape. I know he exists because I've met him, and had his reputation follow me when I was renewing my drivers license and the police showed up, looked at me, and said, "Oh, that's not him."

So can we trust large language whatsises to produce the truth? Maybe. But clearly what the engines produce should not be taken at face value.

I'm going to share this with my students.

Closing in on the Floor

This is always an exciting part of tile laying to me -- getting the fringe and end bits installed once the main floor is put in. That's risky, because I have to make sure the pieces fit before I get all excited with the thinset, but in this case, it's worked.

I did run into two boo-boos, one of which you can see in the lower right of the photo. I had to clean the thinset off the floor and out of the spot because the fitment wasn't as right as I was hoping. But I am very close to having the floor ready for grouting. Exciting times.

And yes I love playing with tape. The tape patches on the fringe tile helped me get the right tile in the right spot, and the trapezoid showed me where it was safe to stand. As you can see, this is a small bathroom but the diamond pattern we opted for made laying the floor a lot more complicated, but I think we'll be happy with the end result.

My Soul Delighteth in the Song of the Heart

We read this tonight in our Gospel Doctrine lesson:

"For my soul delighteth in the song of the heart; yea, the song of the righteous is a prayer unto me, and it shall be answered with a blessing upon their heads." (Doctrine and Covenants 25:12)

The writers of the lesson ask us to ponder which are our "songs of the heart," through which the Spirit has spoken to us. They suggested we sing a few as a family.

To tease me, my wife started singing "Give Said the Little Stream," as that's a song I referenced often in lessons with our kids when they were younger. It's certainly a song that speaks to me; one that is a song of the heart.

I have others, of course. I'm highly, spiritually, succeptible to songs of the heart. Many speak to me, some in ways I can't really explain.

This one has always been dear to me, and became more dear after I served a mission in France and learned it was written by a medieval Frenchman, also seeking to come closer to God through song:

If ever a song of the heart wants to make me leap out of my chair and shout, it's this one, though by the fourth verse I'm melting and can hardly sing anymore:

Jehovah speaks! Let earth give ear,

And Gentile nations turn and live.

His mighty arm is making bare,

His mighty arm is making bare

His cov’nant people to receive.

This one, I truly believe, will be sung as an intercessory prayer in Heaven as God watches his children struggle on Earth, working to find their way home.

And there's this one. Probably not on many lists of songs of the heart, but a certain lyric blasted through my teenage worries and the sound of a brick saw to slap me -- spiritually -- right in the heart as I worried about being worthy enough to serve a mission.

The song said to me. I took the steps to become worthy.

Thanks, Weird Al.

I'm just saying through all the backhanded gallantries the lyrics possess, that line "You're not perfect, but I love you anyhow" was God speaking to a young but weary heart. So this song is indeed a song of my heart.

A Whirlwind 24 Hours . . .

Ellen Yost Griffin, 83, of Iona, Idaho, passed away at Rigby Lake Assisted Living Center on Friday, March 21, 2025, from complications of Alzheimer’s Disease.

Ellen was born on October 27, 1941, in her Grandmother Yost’s house in Springdale, Idaho, to Orlin Carl Yost and Margie Ardell Kunzler Yost. She was the oldest of six sisters. She grew up in Yost, Brigham City, and Ogden, Utah, and recalled spending many summer months living with her grandma and grandpa Yost, learning to cook and fish.

She married Wayne J Griffin in the Salt Lake City, Utah, LDS Temple on May 12, 1961. They lived in West Weber, Utah, where she worked as head bookkeeper of the Ogden First Federal Bank, for the Internal Revenue Service, and then back again to Ogden First Federal where she became the head of their computer department.

She had three children, Nori, Carl, and Michelle. They participated in many family events from learning to water ski, riding snowmobiles, to many other outings.

In 1977, they moved to Iona, Idaho, to work at and buy into Yost Office Systems, operated by her Uncle Willis Yost. She trained people to use various word processing equipment from Vydec, Wang, and others. She traveled throughout Idaho, Utah, and Wyoming training others to use the equipment. She later moved on to more administrative work in the company. They bought the company in 1982 with Bruce Jones, Jack Larsen, and Bruce Newbold. They sold the business in 1995.

She was active in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints from her youth, recalling work in road shows, Primary, Relief Society, and the Young Women organization. She and her husband also served for more than two years on missions to the Washington, D.C., LDS Temple.

She wrote this about her time spent working and playing with her husband Wayne: “He has been a good provider and leader in our house. We have had a good friendship and marriage to begin with, and then we have been blessed with financial opportunities and the health to work and be active in the church. I am very conscious of all my Creator has given to me.”

She is survived by her husband Wayne of Iona; daughter Nori (Kevin) Brower of Rigby; son Carl (Tani) Griffin of Payson, Utah; daughter Michelle (Brian) Davidson of Ammon; eight grandchildren; 11 great-grandchildren and one on the way; and her sisters Oleatta McFarland of Riverdale, Utah; Donell (John) Bowles of Plain City, Utah; Renee (Wallace) Vernieuw of Layton, Utah; Jeannie (Kim) Webber of Meridian, Idaho;  and Penny (Paul) Manning of Idaho Falls.

She was preceded in death by her parents, and two brothers who died at birth.

The family would like to express its thanks to the caregivers at Rigby Lake Assisted Living, BRiO Home Health and Hospice, Teton Healthcare, Eastern Idaho Regional Medical Center, Chanse Powell, and longtime friends Mike and Bernie Olsen for their caring service and love for Ellen.

Tile is Cut (Almost)

I felt pretty useless after work today, and since March had blessed us with a bit of sun, I got the tile saw out and cut almost all of the tile I need to cut for the bathroom floor. I may have some fine-tuning to do, but I'll figure that out after I get the floor cleaned and can start fitting the tile better.

This in no way gets me close to putting the toilet and sink back, but it's part of the process. Next will be taking down some drywall, doing a little electrical work, network cable running, and insulation -- I want some insulation in the wall between the bathroom and the study. Then there's a tile backsplash to put into place, but we haven't picked the tile for that job yet.

The "Official" Stupid -- It Burns

The official stupid coming from the Department of Energy is so toxic it burns. 

Two Styles of Waiting, Explained by 'The Princess Bride'

Update: It has not come to pass, alas.

And dammit.

More vagueblogging, which is my right as an American.

I am waiting, yes. Waiting for news. I'm at the point where no news may actually be slightly better than news that comes via email, which is almost always bad news.

I'm waiting like Inigo Montoya is waiting:

The only other way to wait is like Vizzini himself, but I don't yet have the confidence for that:

I keep stacking up reasons for the thing I'm hoping happens. Yesterday was a hard front on that, and though today has been better, it's not been anxiety-free. Anxiety is normally something I can cope with, but I'm getting tired of this particular brand of anxiety. Hoping something positive happens soonish.

My Naps are Being Documented

I don't know why my naps are being documented, but I do appreciate my consistency in using that particular blanket. And it's ironic that as much time as I spend in my pajama pants, I was caught in my jeans napping over three consecutive days.

Amazon Blink Doorbell: A Review That Is Not Necessarily an Endorsement

My wife got her Dad a Blink video doorbell for his birthday a week ago. She asked if I wouldn't mind installing it for him since I successfully installed our Ring doorbell a few years prior, and I agreed.

A week and three tinkering sessions later, I can conclude that while the Blink does indeed function as a video doorbell, the app and the installation instructions for the device leave a lot to be desired.

What I was expecting: Since I had installed our own Ring, I was expecting that level of compentency from the app and instructions: Smooth flow through every step necessary to connect the camera to our existing doorbell writing and fluid connection between the doorbell and our other Amazon devices.

What I got: Incomplete instructions that left me guessing why the video feed from the camera wasn't showing up in the app or on any of the connected Amazon devices.

There was one particular problem that wasn't Amazon's fault, though it did befuddle me for a while: The existing doorbell wiring was shorting out on the aluminum cladding around the doorjamb. That was preventing the doorbell from connecting at all to the other devices, but once I figured that out I was able to get the camera to communicate.

Alas, no video.

But here I felt that the instructions were incomplete. I recalled from the Ring installation that there was a step involving the existing doorbell chime that the Blink installation instructions seemed to have omitted. I set that concern aside as I struggled with the obvious problem: Sound seemed to work (though the existing chime didn't) but it was the video that was not. I spent a good hour today poking around in the camera settings and also in the Alexa settings to no avail.

But the chime problem kept nagging me.

So I found a setting that concerned testing the existing chime for functionality. I followed that bit of instruction -- left out of the original setup -- and the chime worked. And so, magically, did the video feed. Clearly in the app's logic tree was the fact that the chime function had to be confirmed for the "connected to home wiring" loop to close. Keep that in mind when installing your own Blink.

Anyway, the app/instructions for the Blink, in omitting this step, are flawed. A user shouldn't have to struggle over hours trying to guess why the video connection wasn't working only to figure out that the chime functionality closed the home wiring loop and made the whole shebang work. If that's essential, it should be included in the initial setup.

My father-in-law is pretty happy with the setup now that it's working, and I'm certainly glad it's all working now. But getting it to work shouldn't have been so laborious.

Nose, Separated and Extracted

Repairs have begun on Little Mac.

My job tonight, separate and extract the two pieces holding his nose together.

Got it done, too. Faster than I thought it would go.

"Alexa, Tell Jeff Bezos He's A Weiner."

I should be outraged, but:

1. I'm tired of being outraged.

2. Figured Amazon was listening inalready.

3. About the only thing I ask Alexa for are:

a. "Find Corner Gas on YouTube"

b. "Play 'The Best of Car Talk.'"

So they can listen in all they want.

What am I on about? This.

In a nutshell, Amazon is rolling out AI-enabled whatsises in the next few weeks and to make it all work, they'll no longer allow users who don't want their voice recordings entering the cloud block that feature. If they do block it, the devices they've paid for and have been working for however long they've had them will brick.

Brick, as in "not function anymore."

Tell me again why I'm not excited to move to streaming services, 'cause nobody can take my CDs and DVDs away from me because I no longer want to play.

From the article:

Amazon said in its email today that by default, it will delete recordings of users’ Alexa requests after processing. However, anyone with their Echo device set to “Don’t save recordings” will see their already-purchased devices’ Voice ID feature bricked. Voice ID enables Alexa to do things like share user-specified calendar events, reminders, music, and more. Previously, Amazon has said that "if you choose not to save any voice recordings, Voice ID may not work." As of March 28, broken Voice ID is a guarantee for people who don't let Amazon store their voice recordings.

Big Brother is listening. Not that we didn't suspect that already.

Vagueblogging, Part 2

Ten days ago, vagueblogging.

Today, more of the same. It's related, of course.

I can report it went well, at least this part of it. Maybe there will be more to come.

Here's something I learned after I fretted about it all the way home: Income shown in Box 1 of the W2 is gross pay, before all taxes are taken out.

Probably not revelatory for most of you, but certainly important to me as I navigate the subject of the vagueblogging. I've never been all that good at math, so figuring this out is important to me. And could become more important to me as time passes. We'll see.

Wire Twiddling

Work on the home network continues, though I'm kinda doing it backwards. I still don't have a concealed connection from the router upstairs to the network switch in the basement, but I do have a lot of concealed connections from various spots in the basement to the spot where the network switch will go.

I want to do it that way so I've only got one portion of the house torn up at a time, and given the networking is part of a bathroom remodel, that's taking a bit longer than I anticipated. But I am making progress. That progress includes things like this:

I think I mentioned I got a set of ethernet wiring tools for Christmas. I've spent parts of the last few weeks making eithernet wiring connections, and it's not as easy as it looks. The night before daylight saving kicked in, I was up until 1 am practising. Using the recommended method, I was not very good. Wires kept getting crossed. But I figured out if I put the itty-bitty wires into the connector one at a time, I got it right every time. It takes a bit longer, granted, but my failure rate fell to near zero.

A Facebook Post I Will Never Make

A Facebook post I will never make.

Scam Text Dumps Me Immediately

 

As you can see, I was removed from this group.

I was removed from this scam text group *before* I had a chance to open it. And I saw it come in, so it was only a matter of seconds between the text coming in and me getting removed from it.

I DEMAND REINSTATEMENT TO THE SCAM GROUP TEXT.

Of course, I reported the number as spam and blocked it anyway. Jerks wouldn't even let me taunt them.

Entering the "Have to Move A Lotta Crap" Phase

In that project phase where the door had to go in order to get the tile laid, so it's a mess.

I'm not a fan of this phase, but it's necessary to get the tile done. I laid all of the full tiles today, and hopefully after a bit more snow melts off today, I'll be able to get the tile saw out and work on the cuts tomorrow, with the goal of finishing the tile tomorrow, sans grout. That'll be for another day.

Though it looks like I could lay a few more full tiles close to the door, the space is just a bit too short. I'll put the door back on before I do the grout, because nobody wants the door hanging out forever before I grout. The grout is supposed to be glow-in-the dark, and that works because the bathroom will be Dr. Who themed. Whether or not the grout actually will glow is up in the air. We'll see what happens. Also, I don't have a lot of it.

Meanwhile, I'm waiting on a delivery of more home network parts so I can keep that little project going too. I have at least one more length of ethernet I want to string, and I'm thinking I'll relocate a light in the hallway as I do that part, since I'm cutting holes in the ceiling anyway.

The floor isn't as level as I'd like it to be, but I think it'll still work. It's more level than it was to begin with.

On Why It's Important to Re-Read Conference Talks

I can recall several times in the past decade or so listening to a talk at Conference and wondering, "Why are they talking about this particular subject?"

In once case, which I'll discuss here, the topic seemed a bit jingoistic in a Conference addressing a worldwide church, rather than a church with most of its members in the United States.

Recent events, however, have brought two of these talks to the fore, and the counsel offered therein is more important now than it was when the messages were given. It's almost like those giving the talks are inspired or, dare I say, prophetic.

First, President Russell M. Nelson's talk called "The Power of Spiritual Momentum," from October 2022.

I love his introduction:

"My dear brothers and sisters, I love you. I cherish this opportunity to speak with you today. I pray daily that you will be protected from the fierce attacks of the adversary and have the strength to push forward through whatever challenges you face."

He promises we can find and maintain "spiritual momentum" that will carry us through the challenges we feel on a daily basis. He offers us four bits of advice:

1. Get on the covenant path and stay there.

2. Discover the joy of daily repentance.

3. Learn about God and how He works.

4. Seek and expect miracles.

5. End conflict in your personal life.

I strive -- I don't always succeed -- to live by this counsel.

He also says this:

"None of us can control nations or the actions of others or even members of our own families. But we can control ourselves. My call today, dear brothers and sisters, is to end conflicts that are raging in your heart, your home, and your life. Bury any and all inclinations to hurt others—whether those inclinations be a temper, a sharp tongue, or a resentment for someone who has hurt you. The Savior commanded us to turn the other cheek, to love our enemies, and to pray for those who despitefully use us."

Emphasis is mine, but the words are his.

Boy did I need to re-hear that in 2025.

On to the one I thought was jingoistic at the time, but now I see was a warning for what we're seeing today.

I mean, of course, Dallin H. Oaks' "Defending our Divinely Inspired Constitution," from April 2021.

Why talk about the US Constitution to a worldwide church? Just maybe because the flouting of the Constitution we're seeing now is really having an impact on, you know, the world.

This is going to sound familiar, as we've already discussed President Nelson's talk:

"There are many political issues, and no party, platform, or individual candidate can satisfy all personal preferences. Each citizen must therefore decide which issues are most important to him or her at any particular time. Then members should seek inspiration on how to exercise their influence according to their individual priorities. This process will not be easy. It may require changing party support or candidate choices, even from election to election.

"Such independent actions will sometimes require voters to support candidates or political parties or platforms whose other positions they cannot approve. That is one reason we encourage our members to refrain from judging one another in political matters. We should never assert that a faithful Latter-day Saint cannot belong to a particular party or vote for a particular candidate. We teach correct principles and leave our members to choose how to prioritize and apply those principles on the issues presented from time to time. We also insist, and we ask our local leaders to insist, that political choices and affiliations not be the subject of teachings or advocacy in any of our Church meetings."

Emphasis here is mine, but the words are straight from his talk. I make these emphases because I hear things to the contrary on a constant basis from members of the church, who clearly hold what Elders Oaks says in little regard.

The Republic Isn't Doomed Yet, but They Sure as Hell aren't Literate

I should probably blur the name, but what the hell, she posted it.

I don't understand a world in which proper and common writing practice is regarded as political. But maybe I should expect to see more of that since basic literacy is dying.

Commenters are likely to deride EIN's response to this comment as condescending. Maybe it is. But it does set the facts straight. And these facts are expressly NOT political. They're not even pedantic. It's the basic kind of thing I learned in school, and am trying to teach my students now.

How to cure it? Read a lot. Write a lot. Practice some basic literacy skills. Recognize that maybe not everything in the world is political.

"That Could Be Anybody"

Captain Miller: We're looking for a paranoid personality. Someone driven by fear and frustration. He's insecure. He thinks he's being persecuted by authority. He's obsessed with a hatred of government.

Yemana: That could be anybody.

This little exchange is from the second episode of the first season of Barney Miller. I think about it often, particularly during trying times. It's a good reminder that the next revolutionary could be us. Or me, more specifically.

I Should Have Known Better, Part Infinite

Though I have yet to fall victim to an online scam (knock on wood) I continue blithely believing those entities who claim to have my best interests at heart in protecting me from the evils of the online world.

Viz, this email received this morning from Experian, one of the three credit card reporting agencies:

Of course I want them to remove my info. And yes I see the "upgrade" portion of the email, but I figure, hey check this out to see if what they're offering now is a freebie and the "upgrade" applies to the "recurring scans" only.

Hah. You already know where this is going.

Of COURSE Experian wants $25 a month -- A MONTH, $300 a year -- for this service. Which is probably 100% automated.

So no. I'll continue avoiding the scams manually -- and they do pour into the email inbox to be sure -- and save myself the money. There are probably free services out there I could use to do what Experian wants to do for me, but I'm not bothered to find them and they probably don't exist anyway.

So my choice is to continue to be vigilant against bad guy scams, or pay for a good guy scam and still have to be vigilant against bad guy scams. There is no choice at all here, really.

It just bugs me. I'm irritated that these companies see me as a piggybank to exploit to the tune of $300 a year, rather than someone who might appreciate occasional free use of their automated info detection services. But nothing is free in a capitalist world.

Vagueblogging

Going to be a little vague here for reasons.

What's Trump gonna do? See, I have to know. I'm heading into a situation in the next few weeks that could bring his and Elon's zany antics to the fore.

They say they're doing the best for king and country. And I'm not apologizing for the "king." But at the end of the day, they have jobs and wealth to fall back on, while the pawns they're playing with are actual real live people who don't have a daddy's emerald mine wealth to fall back on if everything goes south. There are millions out there cheering them on, but ain't nobody gonna give a rat's ass for me if what I get into goes south.

So when I get into said situation, that's a question I'm going to ask: Wither the Trump rumblings? I'm not at a stage in life nor in a location where I can start a new career. And while I'm not burning bridges in my current situation, I'm not sure how they'll react.

I've got ten or so years to go before retirement can be a possibility, and a lot of bills to pay and money to sock away between now and then. I can't afford a setback. I'm a lot closer to being homeless than being a millionaire, so I don't want to get into a situation where the homeless situation is thrust upon me. Been there once; never going back.

But I don't want to stagnate. I want to move on, and this might be a good opportunity to do so.

Going to have to do a lot of praying. Even if the thing comes into the offing.

The Physical Media Packrat Manifesto

I recognize, of course, I'm from a different era.

I'm a collector of media. Physical media. Ever since the age of the Columbia House cassette era. I dutifully sent in my penny and occasionally bought music, enough to help me meet my agreement, but not tons of it. I was into certain types of media, and that usually meant stuff Columbia didn't have.

I'm also a buyer of books. Physical books. Yes, they are a storage headache. In my study, I have over a hundred linear feet of bookshelves, and that's still not enough. Some of the books are weighty enough they are a physical pain to read, but I still have them.

We also have a lot of DVDs. And a few months ago when my wife suggested we go through our CD collection and get rid of a bunch, I rebelled, boxed them up, and have them stored until I can figure out where they're going to go.

I have a small collection of digital music, somewhere. But again, I'm of a mind that if I want a copy of something, it's going to be a physical copy if I can find one.

That means scrabbling around the discount DVD bins at the big box store. That means finding people who're selling books that are out of print, and occasionally buying new stuff because I know I want it and I don't mind paying full price once in a while.

But whatever I have, it's mine. Only a natural disaster, not DRM or tricky digital policies, can take it away from me.

So I read Janus Rose's "The Digital Packrat Manifesto" with some interest.

As mentioned, I'm not a complete dinosaur. We purchased "The Wild Robot" from Amazon Prime not too long ago. It's definitely a movie I'd watch again. So I'm going to watch for a physical copy.

The only physical copies we're actively getting rid of are cassette tapes -- I don't think I have any of my cassette music anymore) and out VHS tapes; we're slowly working through that collection and replacing them with DVDs. Again, physical copies as much as we can manage.

Yes, they can be a storage headache. One of my summer projects is doing to be to redo our DVD shelves because what we have are sagging and no longer have enough room for the DVDs we have. But that's a small price to pay to keep physical copies in the house.

The day may come when physical copies of what's new are no longer available, and that'll be a sad day. But I'll keep packratting physical media, because once I've got it, the powers that be can't take it away from me.

Tile Job Started . . . NOW

Finally started on the bathroom tile today. It's going to be tricky going due to the pattern we've picked. And the walls aren't necessarily 90 degrees to each other, so there'll be some finagling along the walls and corners. Not too much I don't think. Also, it's important that I keep the lines as straight as I can.

Hoping I can get it finished next weekend. Getting started was the big obstacle, but now that I've got it started, it should go easier. I also managed to use up some old thinset I had, so I won't have any old stuff lying around anymore. I've got to keep things going because I've got a lot of work to do to get this bathroom pulled together. I'm really ready for a basement toilet again.

Hidden Report No. 6 -- the Last One

This is the last of my Hidden Reports. It's getting a bit depressing, so while I will continue to hide things on social media, I'm no longer going to keep track.

Here's what bit the dust over the last few days:

Strike the Root -- Propaganda.

Top Start -- I'm old and I made a birthday cake with peach cream filling.

Evan Ero -- Ragebait.

Only Engineers Can Understand -- Elon simping.

Dormtainment -- Ragebait.

Sammy Bailey -- Ragebait.

Kevin radouan -- DIY ragebait.

Just Josh -- Whatever it was, I can't read it in my notes.

The Rain Forest Site by GreaterGood -- That stupid ragebait on paddling being reintroduced to a school district.

Koa Smith -- Elon simping.

Mechanical Engineering World -- That lie about Musk donating $112 billion to help the homeless.

I Love America -- only the "right" part of it.

I have three rules, but I've added one, so now there are four:

1. I will hide pages first, people I have encountered only online second, and people I have met in meat space only on rare occasions. The first two won't care that I've hidden their stuff. But meat space people are meat space people.

1a. I will mute meat space people for 30 days as necessary.

2. I will be ecumenical. I may hide crap from one political party more than another, but crap from both sides will be hidden.

3. Legitimate news sites will not be hidden, even if I don't agree with their politics. Though by hell I really want to hide Forbes.

An aside: My phone is no longer the island of social media sanity it once was. I may have to delete the Facebook app of my phone just for the sake of sanity.