When I was in 3rd or 4th grade, the teacher read to us in class a little bit from Harriet the Spy. But then one day before she finished, she stopped, telling us that the book was available in the library. I wanted to know what happened so badly, but I never checked it out because I thought it was a "girl's book."

My Kindle advertises a book when I shut it off. That's fine, but it picks some that really make very little sense. I mean, they have my reading history. How hard would it be to pick something I might like?

I probably ought not tell this one, but what the hell. This is about one of our tour guides in Dominica -- a colorful character who went by a colorful name. And all of the herbs that he sent us back with.

Twice in high school, a coach beat my ass with a paddle. Literally. They did that then.

There's a mystery in this show. And the mystery isn't the show's mystery. The mystery is whether this thing that's bothering me is sloppy production or a clue meant to be found.

Since we spoke last, theskinnyonbenny family caught up with family at a wedding and then enjoyed the biggest snow storm ever.

2024 was a big year for reading books for me. I log them on Goodreads, mainly to help prevent me from re-reading something that was forgettable. I rate them, but I don't write reviews. I just did a quick search, and it looks like the last time I mentioned a book before this post might have been in 2015. And 2009 before that.

I love and also hate going through different Best Albums lists this time of year. It's a little overwhelming -- so many albums that are supposedly great but that I never heard of.

I made a paella yesterday. It turned out pretty good, but I didn't get all of the credit that I deserve.

This is kind of a steam of conciousness post, where I start with the state of our kitchen, work in some info on a ChatGPT experiment I did a few months ago and then reflect on how bad artificially generated content is. Too bad we see it everywhere now.

I was planning a nice little post-Thanksgiving wrap up post this week, but I checked my phone yesterday and realized that dispite having my whole family (minus the grade-school twins) together in one place at the same time, I don't have a single picture. For someone with a renewed dedication to documenting his life online, this is a criminal level of negligence.

There's this video that I remember from my childhood. It must have regularly come on right as Saturday morning cartoons were ending. It was the opening bit to Indiana football or basketball games.