The boy wanted to take his school computer up to his room to "do his homework" (he can't do much on those things, but he can access YouTube). I told him no, the living room or kitchen was fine. He said, "Dad, I'll cast my screen, okay?" I thought for a moment, and said, yeah, sure. And so, he could sit comfortably in his room, and while he was likely also talking to his special lady friend, I could watch his computer on the living room TV to see he was at least still working on his math. The future is weird.

Pour one out for the long suffering A's fans and the last game in their home park.

I am generally anti-Idiot On The Field, but if you're an Oakland A's fan during the last game at the Colosseum? What're they gonna do, ban you from future Oakland A's games?? Have some beers and take a lap, man. Totally fine.

— ℳatt (@matttomic) September 24, 2024

Getting to that age where, despite not doing anything strenuous, I wake up and everything hurts. Going on my second day of strong back pain without really doing anything to earn it. Good times!

The boy had a sleepover at his karate dojo over the weekend. I was thinking about some similar events I had at that age and how formative they can be. I still remember several of them pretty vividly.

Before this year's eclipse I was trying to find the glasses that I still had from the last eclipse. I knew they were in the garage somewhere, but couldn't find them after tearing through everything. They were nicer ones too (plastic frames instead of paper). I eventually gave up an ordered new ones before they all sold out. Naturally I just found them again. They somehow ended up in a box of random grilling implements. Oh well. Guess I better save them for 2044*!

*There's one in Japan in 2035 that I might consider trying to get to.

Looks like the temps are going to start dipping down from today. This could be the beginning of the end of (meteorological) summer.

This is my 5,000th post on the .org. More milestones upcoming...

I mean, the guy is unreal. And all this while he's recovering from TJ surgery. Unequivocally the best player in the history of baseball.

It seems like I'm the only one in the family that appreciates the more gamey meats. I'm not even talking anything crazy, just like lamb and bison. The kids I can kind of understand, but the wife really doesn't like it. Well, more for me I guess (though that means if I want to cook it, I've got to eat it all)?