P. I. Moore

Tue, 13 Feb 2024 20:54:10 -0500

AI: The new NFT, but with more HAL 9000.

Sat, 10 Feb 2024 13:49:41 -0500

Me, after the toilet is freshly cleaned:

“Hey, fresh litter box!"*

*assumes thinking man pose

Fri, 09 Feb 2024 08:21:45 -0500

Rant incoming, but I cannot stay silent. Bell Media—subsidiary of one of Canada’s largest and wealthiest corporations—is blaming its recent labour cuts on the Federal Government, for lacklustre support of media companies. No doubt while the face of said complaint is the PR team on behalf of the CEO, who’s safely ensconced on the deck of his super yacht. So, understandably struggling. Excuse me, what?

Society has officially reached peak fuck this shit.

Wed, 31 Jan 2024 21:44:55 -0500

Huge congrats to Good Enough for the official release of Pika, their brand new blogging platform. There seems to be a proliferation of simple tools these days, and this is a good thing for the web. People whose needs don’t require complex templating, coding, and theming—or they don’t have the knowledge—but rather just want to write a blog, should check this out. I love seeing things like this come to fruition, and hopefully more great writing showing up online as a result.

May blogging never die.

Fri, 19 Jan 2024 14:44:24 -0500

Nothing puts the snoring in boring like yearly WHMIS training.

If you know, you know.

Thu, 18 Jan 2024 19:58:57 -0500

Apropos of nothing—not getting into specifics—this business of expecting things to change for the better, followed by the seemingly inevitable disappointment, is getting really old.

Sun, 07 Jan 2024 20:22:58 -0500

Abandon all hope ye who enter the world of Lighthouse scores. The line is thin between informative and obsessive, and I stomped all over it as I crossed.

Sat, 06 Jan 2024 14:07:46 -0500

You couldn’t pay me to board a 737 Max flight at this point… ever.

Fri, 05 Jan 2024 18:41:28 -0500

Me, during a news segment discussing research into the true colour of Uranus:

“If it’s actually blue you should probably see a doctor about that.”

As always, pronunciation is key.

Thu, 04 Jan 2024 23:20:53 -0500

If you’re wondering why things are quiet here aside from crickets chirping, it’s because I’ve again donned my coding hat. I’ll be retiring my current domain for a spiffy new one waiting in the wings, and moving my blog to new digs—assuming I don’t implode the Earth tweaking things. Stay tuned… 😉

Mon, 25 Dec 2023 11:25:42 -0500

Eleven people in my 800 sq. ft. condo? Six in the dining room, five in the living room, and everyone in the sardine can. Should be interesting. 😬 😆

Sun, 24 Dec 2023 23:41:35 -0500

Whether you’re already there or still awaiting the moments, here’s hoping you enjoy the day however you choose to celebrate.

Peace, best wishes, and Happy Holidays. 🎄🎁

Thu, 21 Dec 2023 00:05:54 -0500

Pale Blue Dot, by Carl Sagan.

In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

This incredible human being lived his life on this “mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam”. This was his most powerful lesson. His most powerful message. But also, his most powerful hope for humanity. It’s up to us to heed his words, and keep that hope alive.

Thank you, Professor Sagan.

Sat, 16 Dec 2023 12:15:37 -0500

An Open Letter to Those Who Need to Find Motivation Today

Remember, you are not defined by this moment of struggle. You are defined by your resilience, your ability to push through, to rise from setbacks, and to keep going. The journey may be challenging, and the steps may be small, but as long as you are moving forward, you are making progress.

I needed to read this, more than once.

Thu, 14 Dec 2023 20:56:58 -0500

Voyager 1 stops communicating with Earth

Voyager 1 is currently the farthest spacecraft from Earth at about 15 billion miles (24 billion kilometers) away, while its twin Voyager 2 has traveled more than 12 billion miles (20 billion kilometers) from our planet. Both are in interstellar space and are the only spacecraft ever to operate beyond the heliosphere, the sun’s bubble of magnetic fields and particles that extends well beyond the orbit of Pluto.

It took 46 years to travel that far. How small we truly are.

Fri, 01 Dec 2023 19:21:04 -0500

It’s December 1st, so ’tis another season for my ritualistic listens of Carol of the Bells by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. 🤘🎸

Yes, listen is plural.

Tue, 28 Nov 2023 21:16:17 -0500

Clean bedding, clean pyjamas, and clean me. I make no apologies for being unreservedly fucking happy about this.

Tue, 28 Nov 2023 18:07:03 -0500

The moment you know you’re a typography nerd: you have a bitch-fest about title-case words starting with regular capital letters, and the rest of the word in italics.

Thank you for listening to my TED rant.

Edges

Sun, 26 Nov 2023 17:43:22 -0500

I miss my dad.

It was around 6:30 in the morning when the call came in. The inevitable phone call that while I knew was coming, rung throughout the house with deafening surprise and inescapable truth. Two years ago today, this was the moment they told me my father had passed away peacefully. His gradual decline sadly took place over far too many years, as he was slowly and painfully taken from me. While I was relieved his suffering was finally over, the depth of what just happened hit me hard—the weight of the world itself placed upon my fragile chest.

He was my rock. He was the wisest teacher I’ve ever known. He was the strength I could draw from at a moment’s notice.

And in that single moment that felt like an overwhelming eternity, he was gone.

I still remember the phone trembling in my hand, while the nurse at the long term care home did the worst part of her job by breaking the news to me. After hanging up, my face contorted into a grimace so tight that tears could barely escape my eyes. My wife, laying in bed next to me, held me close. She said, “I’m so sorry”, and then comforted me in silence as my emotions finally crashed upon the shoreline of my life, in a tidal wave of pain, loss, and emptiness. It was the very moment the hole was torn open in my heart, and the edges of my wound still remain to this day.

Through this process, I’ve learned grief is a fickle and poignant companion. Most days it lurks in the dusty shadows of our subconscious; a presence we’re barely aware of as we go about our daily lives. We forget of its existence, and let our proverbial guard down. We enjoy the laughs and smiles, and live relatively unimpeded by painful memories. Oftentimes, however, our lives catch on the rough edges of those wounds that aren’t fully healed. Like a crack in the knuckle of a finger, we’re quickly reminded of the grief as the gash is ripped open once more.

The hole left in my heart feels no smaller, even two years later. The edges, still jagged and scabbed, barely mend themselves together to cover the hollow darkness underneath. I wish I could know when it will hurt less. When it will feel less raw and less real. When it will no longer feel like it just happened yesterday. Perhaps it never truly will. Even when those edges are finally smoothed over by the healing passage of time, the weakness underneath will still reveal itself if I press too hard on that spot.

Beyond anything else, my dad always wanted me to be happy. He never missed the opportunity to tell me—and others—how proud he was of me. Knowing I was ever mired in sadness, trouble, doubts, or conflict was enough to act as a stab to his own heart, as much as it was to mine. More than anything, he would want me to be strong and remember him fondly. The latter is a given, and always will be.

On this day, the former is so hard.

The edges have once again caught, and my heart weeps. The finality and grief of the loss is once again fully and heavily illuminated, as I stare at my favourite black and white photo of my dad and me during a cross-country skiing day. That beaming pride he felt, clearly evident in his smile. And beside him a younger version of myself; equally smiling because I have my rock to lean on. I held that photo close to my chest, and allowed the tears and emotions to flow while playing his favourite song:

…

Ye’ll come and find the place where i am lying

And kneel and say ave there for me

And i shall hear, though soft you tread above me

And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be

And ye shall bend and tell me that you love me

And i shall sleep in peace until you come to me

Danny Boy

I miss you and love you so very much, dad. How I wish I could stand beside you and smile just one more time. You’re still my confidant, teacher, and strength. You’re still my rock. Most of all, you will always be the very best of me.

And one day, I hope, these edges will finally be gone.

Thu, 23 Nov 2023 15:40:13 -0500

Wishing a very Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends who choose to celebrate. Otherwise enjoy your downtime in whatever way brings you the most joy.

Fri, 17 Nov 2023 21:36:10 -0500

The day I’m uninterested in watching The Typewriter (supercut) video, call the police as I’ve definitely been kidnapped.

This public service announcement was brought to you by the home row, a couple of carriage returns, and the lowercase l since 1 wasn’t available.

Wed, 15 Nov 2023 23:27:57 -0500

I miss simple times when we sought and used information intentionally as a tool, not as a lifestyle.

Mon, 13 Nov 2023 16:33:00 -0500

Double-jab achieved, covid in one arm and flu shot in the other. Now can I finally have my super powers please?

Sun, 12 Nov 2023 14:57:06 -0500

This right here is why I can’t take dark mode seriously. Any supposed benefits fall flat on their face when the mode creates something close to unreadable:

It should be noted this isn’t a flaw in the OpenGraph image itself, as light mode shows black text on white background. Every time I try dark mode, I discover a visual failure and quickly switch it off again. All this is to say nothing of too many apps that default to pure white on black—horrible for readability.

Sat, 11 Nov 2023 22:54:03 -0500

Went to Dairy Queen for a Blizzard tonight, and it was a sad sight to behold. Burned through two napkins, the second of which looked like it was used for target practice from a white paint gun. Despite the short interval from “It’s time for a change” to “Why the fuck do I keep doing this to myself?”, I’m once again contemplating taking my beard down a few notches at minimum.

I would try a beardstache, except that requires a chin that’s not plural. It also requires a moustache that would actually hit puberty, instead of being as wispy as the Leafs' chances of ever winning a Stanley Cup again. The first of those is a work in progress, as I’m busting my fat ass to become…a…thin ass, I guess? (Is there a better term for this that doesn’t sound like a grammatical train wreck?)

The second of those I’m less hopeful about, as apparently I can still grow thicker hair on the back of my head than my upper lip. I only know this because I’ve been lazy, and haven’t shaved my head for some time. Notice I said back of my head and not side, or top. Sides are both wispy as well, and there are ancient warships that have been around longer than the top of my hairline, so that’s super.

Looks like tomorrow’s shave could be quite adventurous…