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I’m disappointed whenever I see the word
enshittificationpop up in content or comments. It’s become such a cliché, and it feels like loaded language aimed at the people actually doing the work. The world is messy, systems are imperfect, but reducing everything to a meme‑word doesn’t help anyone build or improve anything.
Low‑RPM kind of day. It started with snow blowing the 15 cm of wind‑drifted snow that piled up overnight. The forecast looks clear until next Monday, so it seems we’ll get a small breather.
SOtried to get out for some XC skiing this morning, but the snow hasn’t really settled or bonded yet. She’s all about the groomed trails, while I’m happiest wandering the backcountry. With one of us needing to stay home with the little one, I’m more than content to take my shift under the duvets.
Both daycare and work shut down early today, which feels a bit dramatic given the actual storm outside. Not nearly wild enough to justify it in my opinion, but the powers that be have spoken.
I suppose when the universe hands you an unexpected early dismissal, you just roll with it — even if the snow seems more “mild inconvenience” than “batten down the hatches.”
I suppose when the universe hands you an unexpected early dismissal, you just roll with it — even if the snow seems more “mild inconvenience” than “batten down the hatches.”
Weather models.
Jan. 26th, 2026 05:06 amThe HRRR model from yesterday is still strutting around like it knew everything all along. Snowfall is matching it perfectly, which is frankly rude given that earlier forecasts were promising a dramatic 30 cm and the HRRR quietly downgraded it to a modest 10 cm once the storm decided to take the scenic route farther south.
A quick glance out the bedroom window confirms it: the model wins, my shovel loses, and the storm clearly didn’t get the memo about putting on a show.
In all seriousness, this is exactly what you get living in a climate where tiny shifts in the storm track can completely rewrite the outcome. One wobble, and suddenly your “snowmageddon” becomes “light dusting, film at 11.”
A quick glance out the bedroom window confirms it: the model wins, my shovel loses, and the storm clearly didn’t get the memo about putting on a show.
In all seriousness, this is exactly what you get living in a climate where tiny shifts in the storm track can completely rewrite the outcome. One wobble, and suddenly your “snowmageddon” becomes “light dusting, film at 11.”
Fly Me to the Moon
Jan. 25th, 2026 11:53 amI consider Laurie Berkner’s
Fly Me to the Moonthe reference version. High praise, sure — but it earns it. She brings a warmth and clarity that makes the song feel brand new, even though it’s tucked away on a kids’ music CD. It’s one of those delightful moments where children’s music quietly outshines the grown‑up stuff.
Sailing has plenty of thrills, but the sneakiest perk is how it turns you into a weather geek without you even noticing. One minute you’re checking the wind to see if you’ll actually move; the next you’re confidently flipping between forecast models like you’re running your own tiny meteorology department.
And the best part is that this skill doesn’t disappear when the boat’s on land. While everyone else is bracing for tomorrow’s “30‑centimeter blizzard of doom,” you’re casually announcing that the storm track slid south and we’re getting maybe 10. It’s not magic—it’s just what happens when you spend enough time chasing wind for fun.
And the best part is that this skill doesn’t disappear when the boat’s on land. While everyone else is bracing for tomorrow’s “30‑centimeter blizzard of doom,” you’re casually announcing that the storm track slid south and we’re getting maybe 10. It’s not magic—it’s just what happens when you spend enough time chasing wind for fun.
Warm Lights, Winter Bite
Jan. 24th, 2026 05:59 pmWalked over to the nearby restaurant for supper tonight. The gang’s away for the weekend, so it’s just me braving the cold. At –17°C, the air had that sharp, metallic bite, but the bar’s dim lights and warmth made the trek worth it.
A quiet evening, the kind that settles in your bones. Probably good to enjoy it while it lasts—30 cm of snow is on the way for Monday, and I should really get things ready before the storm rolls in.
A quiet evening, the kind that settles in your bones. Probably good to enjoy it while it lasts—30 cm of snow is on the way for Monday, and I should really get things ready before the storm rolls in.
Braved the –20°C chill this morning to visit a friend at the farmer’s market. The place was unusually quiet, the kind of hush that only deep cold can enforce. We warmed up over a few samosas—the very same style that once sparked the legendary
Cold aside, it was genuinely good to see my friend. We caught up, swapped stories, and made the most of a frozen Saturday.
Fredericton Samosa Warof the mid‑2010s, a rivalry between two samosa vendors set up right beside each other.
Cold aside, it was genuinely good to see my friend. We caught up, swapped stories, and made the most of a frozen Saturday.
MSM, spanked
Jan. 23rd, 2026 11:44 amAn excerpt from the third or fourth investigation on the “possible” neurological incident involving New Brunswickers by our chief medical officer. TLDR: nope.
This paragraph in the conclusion is surprising blunt.
This paragraph in the conclusion is surprising blunt.
These findings are consistent with findings from our previous investigation as well as the findings described in a recent publication (Bendahan et al., 2025), which do not support the existence of a single novel neurological syndrome of unknown cause within this cohort. Many of the patients in this current investigation had other neurologists involved in their care, however a significant proportion did not.
This file has garnered significant public and media attention, both locally, nationally and even internationally. Considering the very public and proactive approaches taken by the reporting physician and others involved, we need to recognize that significant harms have likely occurred from the widespread dissemination of concerns without first ensuring that proper validation was completed. As an important corollary, we encourage the media to reflect on their role in the dissemination of these unvalidated concerns. A clear and unquestioned narrative has been perpetuated across mainstream media that has only helped to fuel distrust in public institutions that have the wellbeing of patients and all New Brunswickers at heart.
I've been "rope-a-doped" by my toddler. They've spent all day dancing circles around me, and now that I'm exhausted and pinned against the ropes, they've delivered the knockout blow: a 3:00 AM wake-up call about a missing sock. I'm not just tired; I'm tactically defeated. I thought I was the coach, but I'm clearly just the sparring partner.
Quick update from the driveway: getting the old fan belt off turned out to be the easiest part of the whole job. No seized bolts, no scraped knuckles, just off it came. The real snag showed up when I tried to fit the replacement—turns out the parts counter handed me the longer belt meant for the model with AC. Mine doesn’t have it, so no surprise it didn’t line up.
Back to the store tomorrow to swap it for the right one. 🤷
Back to the store tomorrow to swap it for the right one. 🤷
Part two of the car repair saga kicks off tonight: replacing the fan belt. The engine’s still warm from the drive home, so I’m planning to dive in while the family settles around the table for supper later tonight. It feels like one of those small windows of opportunity where, if I don’t tackle it now, it’ll nag at me all evening. With any luck, it’ll be a straightforward swap and not one of those ‘why is this bolt suddenly my mortal enemy’ situations.
Battling the Berm Before Work
Jan. 22nd, 2026 05:01 amWoke up to the unmistakable grind of the plow pushing a fresh berm across the end of the driveway. The Apple weather app is calling it a “wintry mix,” but really it’s just wet, heavy snow with a splash of rain—about three to four inches of it. The kind that clings to everything and dares you to ignore it.
So before work, the plan is to fire up the snowblower and clear it out. If I don’t, this whole mess is going to freeze into a solid sheet of ice, and that’s a battle I’m not interested in fighting later.
So before work, the plan is to fire up the snowblower and clear it out. If I don’t, this whole mess is going to freeze into a solid sheet of ice, and that’s a battle I’m not interested in fighting later.
Discovered today that there’s still a plant in France making fresh Type I cassette tapes. They’re not the old metal Type IV legends that now cost a fortune on eBay, but still cool enough that I told a friend I’d make him a mixtape — and with 2,600 MP3s, choosing tracks will be the real challenge. And finding a deck to do so.
