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Thursday, October 21 2021
My issues with SSL certificates were complicated today at the office when I found that mysteriously I was once more able to serve web pages with valid (if self-signed) ceritifcates using Angular's built-in web server as well as IIS. I was beginning to wonder if there is something about the network in the office that makes some things possible that are impossible at my home network. But what would that be? Everything I'm doing is actually taking place on one computer and networking isn't even necessary.
At lunchtime, I drove the Prius (which I'm still using, since Powerful is still in the hospital) into Red Hook, stopping first at the CVS to get generic pseudoephedrine, lubrication oil, and superglue (the latter two intended for the cabin). I then got a burrito at Bubbie's and ate it at a sundrenched picnic table across the street. It was yet another gorgeous day of the sort one can't take for granted at this time of year.
It had just been me and Jason in the office today, and we interacted professionally more than usual. He wanted me to help him with some SQL, but all I did was stand there and grunt while he figured out the problem himself. At some point later in the day he let fly with one of his trademark wet sneezes and I wished I was further away (the center of our seats are maybe eight feet apart).

I left work at the usual time (4:00pm) and stopped at the Red Hook Hannaford for Thursday night supplies: frozen pizza and a four-pack of sixteen ounce World Gone Hazy IPAs (it was very good, perhaps even better than Hazy Little Thing). I had my usual Thursday night experience of unchaperoned hedonism, complete with booze, cannabis, and kratom. I also added an absurd number of mushroom slices to my little Vegan Harvest pizza.
YouTube has steered me into watching a fair amount of so-called "melodic death metal," starting with the band Arch Enemy. The guitar passages are great, and the drumming is amazing, but the death-metal-style growling from the vocalist (who happens to be a woman) doesn't do much for me, especially given that it's almost never relieved with clean vocals. If everything is turned up to eleven all the time, things get tiresome. This is something that was well understood by bands like the Pixies and Nirvana (or, for that matter, Metallica, Slayer, and Boston). I hadn't known, by the way, that when a woman sings with a death growl, it's almost indistinguishable from a death growl sung by a man. Apparently gendered differences in vocal tracts do not affect this sound.
I don't know exactly how it happened, but at some point one of the dogs got hold of my eyeglasses and destroyed them. They're old enough to not be chewing things up like that, but I suppose they were basted with delicious sebum or whatever a face exudes and presented as a flavored chew toy.


My American Flatbread Vegan Harvest pizza, with my modifications, just before toasting in the toaster oven. The mushrooms did cook down a but. There are also some poblano pepper slices here, one of the very few horticultural successes of the summer.
The aftermath of whatever one of the dogs did to my glasses.


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