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Apple took away Launchpad, which was at least mildly useful for people who like iOS style folder organization of apps, and replaced it with... the applications list. Alphabetically. Just like in finder. WTAF apple. Why are you taking up dock space with this?

Spent today setting up new work computer. Conclusions: Always do a clean install, yes even with the interminable settings redo; liquid glass is an abomination unto nuggan; WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK, THAT'S JUST THE APPLICATIONS FOLDER ONLY LESS USABLE.

You'd think this would be a low bar, and yet.

Have to admit, my house, which had been empty for a mere few months, kind of grabbed me in a very friendly arm-lock and walked me through the place making "aren't I perfect for you" gestures.

[handclasp of solidarity] My leg currently looks like I was attacked by a rosebush, because Kaya is not always careful with her tiny, sharp claws.

Oo, that one sucks. Nasty dry mnems all day.

The cats are playing peek-a-boo (or at least peek-and-pounce) from either side of the TV, and it's so cute I'm not sure I can take it.

Oh, and now Kaya has decided the floor is lava. Or at least that is has a much bigger brother lurking on it.

Uuuugh. Glad you have the right equipment on hand, but still worlds of ugh.

Salmon and creme fraiche on zingerman's rye bread does a reasonable job of replicating Zola's smoked salmon buckwheat crepes. It isn't perfect, but it's reasonable and way less fiddly.

[high five] weaponizing Nice White Ladyship ftw

It woke everyone up, that's for sure!

How... how do you _rear end_ a _bus_ at a stop? It's a huge vehicle with flashing lights, wtf? I guess this one goes under 'covid fucks you up, yes also you'?

We were fine, but that ford is going to need a body shop.

That so clearly requires subtitles along the lines of "you think you're cute, don't you" and "I know I'm cute".

aw hell. [hugs carefully]

Yes, yes she is. Fortunately, she doesn't seem to actually mind if when I loudly announce "oh hey, it's quarter till, any last items" so she gets moving on the "and also" and everyone else starts packing.

Central IT is rolling out "MiWorkspace Core" and I'm having extreme FFVII vibes, complete with the "we didn't ask for this, what the actual fuck" part.

...now imagining central CIO as Jenova, especially on the topic of GenAI.

Boss is THE WORST for saying "okay, we're at time so I'll let you go and also..." and then talks for another ten minutes.

It's an interesting landscape, around here. UM is more political, had unions for lecturers and grad students ahead of everyone, but EMU is the most grass roots and connected to the local community and starts things like aid organizations.

Yeah, I had to look around a bit. The biggest network in the area is church-based, and its the first one any list mentions. Fortunately, the local university students started one that took off on its own.

Yeah, that's totally ragebait. And I say this as someone who has _two_ tortilla presses.

Peak babycat. Kaya has similarly decided that she only wants to be on my lap while I'm at the desk.

A small stuffed manatee with a winsome expression and a stuffed seaweed ball to munch on sits on a monitor stand. A prism out of the frame is projecting a small rainbow on his fuzzy nose.

Important breaking news: behold the rainbow snout of Ang, the anti-anxiety manatee.

Had to get up at 8-fucking-30 this morning for a bone density scan, but at least the tech was visibly impressed by my preparedness (no metal, no plastic).

I'm betting a lot of people forget their bra fasteners and watches. Especially at 9am on a Saturday, gdi.

[high five] I look a _lot_ like my paternal grandmother, and it is probably her genes that started packing on the meat as soon as I wasn't in performance condition any more.

In other news, a squirrel tried to start shit with the ground hog that lives in my back yard, and now I have witnessed a ground hog that looks like it hasn't had a fast moment in its rotund life successfully chasing a squirrel out of the yard.

The second Hep A shot fucking burns, and I can just _feel_ my immune system trying to freak the fuck out.

All hail antihistamines, for real.

On the bright side, I am now entirely up to date on everything.

[clinks glasses] To coping.

One year screening mammogram: clear!

Also, ow, fuck, ow. Getting a boob with scar tissue hydraulically pressed is notably more painful. At least the technicians were suitably apologetic.

Good that you have some palliatives, and I'm right with your GP on the "wtf, medical profession, you're supposed to be five-alarm about this shit".

[wolf whistles]