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Monday, October 4 2021
Today was unusually rainy, and the rain was so relentless that there was never an occasion when it relented enough for me to make sure Neville went outside to at least piss. I'm sure he pissed at some point, though it thankfully wasn't on any of our furniture. (He might've done it down in the basement hallway, where he's been known to do his business on rainy days in the past. Such behavior is one of the reasons why we keep the doors of all of the basement rooms closed.)

Towards the end of the workday, I started cooking rice in the InstantPot and boiling cubed tempeh in diluted soy sauce (in preparation for frying the hell out of it and then adding mushrooms and onions). This all ended up in a big pot of chili to which I might've added a bit too much salt. When Gretchen got home from work, she and I watched two episodes of Jeopardy! in an effort to get a little more concurrent with events as they are unfolding. In the second episode we watched today, long-time champion Matt Imodio actually made some bad bets and spent some time in the red, giving us hope he might actually be vanquished. But alas, he came roaring back and went uncatchably into final jeopardy as usual, closing in within a day's play of $800,000 in total winnings. There's something about the personality of long-time Jeopardy! champions that Gretchen and I find repellant, and it's never long before we start rooting for the end to their winnings. The human brain has only so much room for the kind of spunky charm we most prefer, and evidently that is one of things that must be given up in order to cram a brain full of facts and trivia. In the case of Matt Imodio, though, I wonder sometimes if perhaps he has an implant in his head feeding him the answers from a cell-phone equipped person in the audience feverishly Googling away. This is a conspiracy theory, I know, but there are things about Imodio's performance that lend credence to this unlikely "theory." One is the little delays that sometimes happen before he answers, ones that suggest he really has no idea what the answer should be. The other is his frequent mispronunciations of answers (or, since it's Jeopardy!, "questions"). There's also the fact that he's an up-and-coming data scientist with potential access to the necessary technology. (Indeed, given the state of technology and my knowledge of it, I feel somewhat confident in saying that if I really wanted to, it would take me only a couple months to assemble all the components necessary to implement such a system.)

Meanwhile, Facebook was down for many hours today, which cut off one of my main forms of communication (Facebook Direct Messages). I hate talking on the phone, and, unlike SMS, Facebook DMs can be sent from a computer, which is much easier to operate than a smartphone. But perhaps I shouldn't be so dependent on tech from just one company, especially one as evil as Facebook.


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