My sister worked in infectious disease control at a large hospital. Her department head asked her to write their flu response protocols, so she did. When their state wanted to have flu protocols, they asked around to the hospitals and ended up using her work. When the CDC was writing their national plans, they heavily cited the state’s.
She would have wept — wept! — at the idiocy we’ve brought upon ourselves.
I take some consolation that she never had to see what we’ve done.
Chill, like Jort.
‘Tis now officially the Christmas season.
One of my very first non-trivial coding projects was trying to write a BBS for my Commodore 64 so that other people could call my computer like I called theirs. I didn’t get very far.
Today I played with some of the BBS software people have made for Meshtastic, and they’ve inspired me to try again. So far tonight I’ve learned how to use SQLite and an ORM with Rust. It may never work but I’m having fun trying.
We’re dog sitting a chihuahua. I just had this conversation with their owners’ kitchen spybot:
Me: Dingus, Monday morning at 8AM, play “I Want a Dog” by Pet Shop Boys.
Spy: OK. Would you like me to make that your default alarm tone?
Me: …yes!
My wife: LOL
Don’t leave me alone with your electronics.
We’re dogsitting Holly. She thinks my jokes are hilarious.
The new cajun place next door finally has muffuletta sandwiches in stock. First, they’re every bit as delicious as I remembered from first trying them many years ago. Second, I now know how I’ll die, and that I’ll die smiling contentedly.
I’ve been up on the roof installing the mount for a new Meshtastic antenna.
I don’t actually need an encrypted mesh messaging system that doesn’t require Internet access, but it’s reassuring to have one available anyway.
