
Day 218: Some weeks, all you want for dinner is big ol’ breakfast burritos.
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Day 218: Some weeks, all you want for dinner is big ol’ breakfast burritos.

Day 217: Almost forgot, so you get a badly lit shot taken with my iPad’s front camera. Not every day’s selfie can be the museum-worthy artwork that I’m sure you all expect.

Day 216: The label design for these two very different things is entirely too similar. One would go very well poured over a baked potato; the other…not so much. And for some reason, we keep putting them next to each other in our pantry (I think my wife does it on purpose; she’s told me that if I open the pumpkin on accident, I have to make pie).

Day 215: Saw this lineup of trees as we were out shopping this morning, and all I could think about was how anyone manages to get one of those home without that white fake snow flocking getting absolutely everywhere. What’s wrong with a nice green tree? Leave the snow outside where it belongs!
67/2023 – ⭐️⭐️
Much of the plot revolves around an alien race that broadcasts emotions that affect everyone around them, which means nobody is acting the way they should, so it’s hard for me to tell whether people acting out of character and making decisions that don’t make sense was intentional or not. But by the end, I wasn’t really sure what the reasoning or motivations were for many of the actions taken. Plus, some of the key points (like a small breakthrough in understanding the new aliens) were far too obvious to not be thought about by the characters until halfway through the book. This one is quite forgettable.

Okay, so lots of people are posting their end-of-year Spotify wrap-ups showing off their listening habits. I don’t subscribe to Spotify (they don’t pay their artists nearly enough, and they have a history of supporting podcasters I have issues with, so they don’t get my money), but I do have Apple Music (who, really, should also pay their artists more, but they’re at least better than Spotify), and Apple does an end-of-year “replay” thing.
Of course, even this is a very small peek at my listening habits, because I really don’t use Apple Music all that much. I get it as part of a subscription bundle, and only really use it briefly in the mornings before work, or occasionally in the evenings before bed. Most of the time I listen to songs from my local collection.
That said, though, here’s what Apple says about the, oh, 10% (if that) of my music listening that it knows about….

549 total artists
I’m quite amused that Dolly landed so high on this list, particularly how out of place she looks. But her recent Rock Star album is great, and it has been getting a lot of plays since it came out. Worth it!

Again, I’ve listened to many of these tracks far more times this year than is represented here, and have listed to a lot of other stuff as well, probably far more than the 4-8 times shown in these screenshots. That said, it’s not really that bad of a sampler of what I listen to.
So…it’s a weird list, and only somewhat representative of my tastes. But hey, since I have a limited sample size to work from because I don’t stream much of what I listen to, it’s what we get.

Day 214: This morning we went down to the Kent public library for their fall pop-up book sale, and followed that up with stopping by Page Turner Books. We came home with a nice stack of books for each of us, which are now bundled up and under our tree to be rediscovered on Christmas morning.

Day 213: It’s advent calendar season! One from IKEA, one from Trader Joe’s, and one from…well, Kinder. I don’t remember where we bought that one. Oh, and not pictured is this year’s Lego City calendar. Three chocolates and a Lego goodie every day until Christmas. Not bad at all.

Day 212: I was fiddling around with my phone trying to come up with a photo for the day, when my wife started tapping me in the head with her foot. Kicked in the head because I didn’t have a photo yet! How cruel!

Day 211: Almost, but not quite, done with Thanksgiving leftovers. Everything but the pie is done, and we just have one more night of that.