Pylimitics

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  • September 27

    Google currently says that September 27, 1998 marks the birth of its search engine. That’s not what they’ve always said, though. It’s not the day they registered their domain name, google.com — that was September 15, 1997. It’s not the day the company was incorporated either. That was September 4, 1998. It’s not the day… Continue reading

  • No Sitting Around

    There are humans in my familya couple are quite small.MY little ones are not so bad,but I do not like them all. Today it was annoying;I thought I was getting walked,but instead we just went outside and I satand my full-size human just talked. Two words came up more than seven times:the words were “school”… Continue reading

  • Software degradation, life degradation

    I’ve noticed something over the past few years about the software I use at work. I’m referring to commercial stuff like Microsoft Word, Outlook, Excel, and the lot, “collaboration tools” like SharePoint, as well as more niche things that are more unique to the company I work for (which is a large enterprise). What I’ve… Continue reading

  • I’m the best, except for one thing

    Does it sound like boasting?Does it sound like a brag?When I say I havethe most awesome wag? I’ll say as wellI have the trickof giving the world’smost perfect lick. There’s just one problemI will say:That stupid squirrelgot away. -Chocolate Continue reading

  • My Lucky Day

    There are treatsI quite adore; once they all spilledon the floor! That’s a day I was the winnerand also didn’t eat my dinner. -Chocolate Continue reading

  • Alexander

    It came into Alexander’s mind, as he was idly playing solitaire on his laptop, that this particular game of solitaire was connected to…something. His vague idea — not much more than what people call a “feeling” or a “sense” — didn’t include any hint of what the connection might be. But Alexander paid the thought… Continue reading

  • September 26

    Today’s September 26, the day FBI agents became known as G-Men. it was all thanks to Machine Gun Kelly, who surrendered by yelling “Don’t shoot, G-Men” when they raided his hideout in Memphis.  It didn’t really happen that way, though. The official reports from the raid itself said that Kelly was found standing in a… Continue reading

  • Too bad for you

    I’m sorry to sayYour luck is badIf you’re not a dog like me. We are betterThan anything else;A dog is the best you can be. I have the best life can offer.I do what I wantWhen I choose. So it’s too bad you’re not meBut hey,As they say “you snooze, you lose.” -Chocolate Continue reading

  • Rhymes with “awful”

    When someone “waffles,” they’re not cooking a breakfast pastry. Well, I suppose they could be, but generally that’s called “making waffles” instead. In the US, “waffling” is vacillating or dithering about a decision. Should you buy the blue shirt? It’s a nice color, but the pattern on the red shirt is nicer. So maybe you… Continue reading

  • Feeling poorly?

    From 1951 to 1960 there was a BBC radio comedy called The Goon Show. It was a half-hour show starring Spike Milligan, Harry Secombe, and a name you’ve heard before, Peter Sellers. Each episode featured comedy skits (like Saturday Night Live), generally with weird plots and goofy sound effects. The Goon Show was vastly popular,… Continue reading

About Me

I’m Pete Harbeson, a writer (among other things) located near Boston, Massachusetts. In addition to writing my own content, I’ve learned to translate for my loquacious and opinionated pup Chocolate Bossypaws. No surprise, she mostly speaks in doggerel. You can find her contributions tagged with Chocolatiana.

Check out my newsletter, Artisanal Scribbles, where I’m grappling with writing, authentic human authorship, integrity, and the craft of beauty in the AI age. You can also find some of my old software projects at GitHub. Nothing very impressive. I mostly wrote tiny utilities in Python and shell scripts. I’m mostly retired from coding nowadays.

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Tales from the Forest

Quarantined; A Book of Days