Showing posts with label Personal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Personal. Show all posts

Friday, August 28, 2026

The Deadliest Animal in Every State (And Why My Fiat Met One)

Looking at danger, data, and a surprising lack of spiders.

What “most dangerous animal” really means

I recently fell down a very specific rabbit hole: a state-by-state list of the most dangerous animal in each U.S. state, based on which creature is statistically responsible for the most human deaths.

It’s not a ranking of the scariest, meanest, or most cinematic animals. It’s much simpler: which animal is most likely to kill you in that state—whether by venom, disease, or a very bad day on the highway.

That’s how you end up with a map where:

Wednesday, August 19, 2026

I Think I’ve Been Training for Leeway for 20+ Years

A digital archaeology workbench connecting decades of strange Internet projects to an autonomous AI system.

Apparently this is what 20 years of messing around on the Internet looks like.

I didn’t realize I had a pattern.

For years, I’ve been making weird little things on the Internet. Not businesses. Not startups. Not products. Sometimes not even particularly useful.

Just: What if I made this?

And then actually making it.

Most of them drifted into the sediment layer of old projects — forgotten, archived, or buried under newer experiments.

Until I started talking to an AI about Leeway.

And suddenly all those old projects looked less like random detours and more like early training runs. A long, accidental apprenticeship in building tiny worlds.

This is the (abbreviated) archaeology.

Saturday, August 15, 2026

Retro Gaming Whiplash: Omori, ToeJam & Earl, and That FFVII Moment

A cozy study at night with an older gamer playing a surreal retro-style JRPG on a CRT television, with a faded memory of family gaming nights in the background.
A quiet Saturday night: watching Omori in the present, remembering Final Fantasy VII with the family in the past.

Sitting in my study on a Saturday night, watching one of my sons play Omori on Twitch — and people in the chat were calling it “the best game ever made.” My brain immediately went sideways: Omori → ToeJam & Earl meets FFVII → Wing Commander → original Test Drive → Gauntlet → Fairchild Channel F. That weird mental hop cracked open a memory I hadn’t thought about in years.

Monday, June 15, 2026

Shameless Plug: I Wrote Some Books

See all my books on Amazon .

So, I am an author now. Or, at least I like to think I am. Yes, I already mentioned that I have been a published author for a long time (in my The Dogs of Draaken post), but this time I actually get paid for my books. Well, if anyone would buy them, I would; but I only make about $1 or so per copy, so I won't be buying a yacht just yet!

I've launched four titles so far. Three of them are children's books (but at least Tabletop Dinoland, if not all of them, is pretty much for any age kid, from one to ninety-two as the Christmas Song says):

  • Tabletop Dinoland - the one that started it all (well, recently re-started my authorship)
  • Tabletop Dinoland: The Dino Alphabet Book: Yes, P is for Pterodactyl. I know it's technically a pterosaur and not a dinosaur, but what self-respecting dinosaur alphabet book could resist?
  • Bitty the Algorithm: Hopefully the first in a series that teaches kids about logic and problem-solving in fun ways.
And one for the adults:

Monday, June 1, 2026

Strava Wants Me to Pay for My Own Data

If you haven’t seen it, I’ve been recording my daily steps and activity (or lack thereof) at Mr. T’s Fitness Tracker. The step data comes from my Withings account, and the activity data comes from my Strava account. All of that gets pulled automatically into a Google Sheet using an Apps Script, which then powers the dashboard on my site.

At least, that’s how it works for now. Strava sent an email today with this key line buried in the details:

Effective June 30, 2026: A Strava subscription will be required to access the API as an existing Standard Tier developer. Extended Access Tier developers are not affected.

Strava is effectively introducing a Strava API paywall — a subscription requirement just to access data that comes from my own walks.

In other words, if I want to keep using their API to pull my own data into my own dashboard, I’ll have to start paying them. Every month.

Tuesday, March 24, 2026

FREEZE! Or don't...

There are smells you never forget. This week, I met a new one.

So, my brothers and I are starting to work on cleaning out my Aunt's estate (she had no children, so we are handling things; one of my brothers, who lives in the area, is the executor, and my other brother and I are coming in to help as we can). In her pantry was a freezer. Full of food. Which apparently hasn't worked in ... untold months. That freezer, it's a full-blown lab experiment of mold, insects, and who knows what else. And it's quite an odor factory.

The pantry it's in? It's basically a large storage room, but the door OUT of the pantry - the door to the carport - was blocked by shelves and storage drawers. The other door into the pantry from the kitchen is too narrow to fit the freezer through. So, that leaves moving the shelves and storage drawers in order to get the carport door open in order to remove the freezer.

And a lot of work.

Monday, March 9, 2026

When your radio isn't working... chat with Gemini!

Illustration of a driver chatting with an AI assistant on a phone mounted to the dashboard while driving through a scenic landscape.

The last few weekends have involved a lot of driving. Back-to-back day trips on Saturday and Sunday, both days getting home at 11pm or later (and having to get up early the next day for church or work), and then again this past Saturday (but we got back a little earlier from that one, around 5pm). The Sunday trip involved picking up a vehicle from my late Aunt's home, and the following Saturday (yesterday) involved taking it up to my daughter and son-in-law's home for delivery.

The radio in that car isn't working, so I did what any normal person would do: I put my phone on the dash and fired up Amazon Music (I just use the "free" version included with my Prime subscription.) I also had Google Maps up showing navigation. And then... magic happened.

Wednesday, March 4, 2026

Absurd-spiratiom (the food variety)

A bitten half‑sandwich made with cinnamon‑raisin bread and peppered turkey, held above a paper towel on a wooden table—an experimental sweet‑and‑spicy combo.

The other day i posited on Facebook, would a a cinnamon-raisin-bread, four-pepper-turkey sandwich be any good? The responses were mainly negative, haha. But since I have the turkey (Member's Mark deli variety) and no bread other than the cinnamon raisin bread, I figured, "why not?"

Thus, the birth of the cinnamon raisin for pepper turkey sandwich! Okay, so I only went in halfway, with a single slice of bread and a half sandwich. It wasn't horrible. 

Friday, February 27, 2026

The Bathtub That Must Stay Dry (Apparently)

Last night I did something I've never done before: I carried a bathtub. Well, helped carry it. One of my sons is redoing one of their bathrooms, and part of it includes replacing the bathtub (link goes to the specific one that was ordered). Well, I have a truck, and they do not, so I went to Home Depot to assist with pickup and transport (I didn't load into the truck - my son and a HD worker did that). After driving the bathtub to his house (I don't always do "truck things" - but it's nice to have when I do! that whole bathtub fit in the truck bed, an 08 Dodge Ram 1500 Laramie Quad Cab w/ ~6'4" bed, with the tailgate shut), I helped him unload it into his garage. So, now I've carried a bathtub, and I can no longer say I haven't. But I noticed something interesting after setting it down in their garage:

Friday, February 13, 2026

The Tri‑Dyne Rotary: The Engine I Fell In Love With in an Encyclopedia (and Other Beautifully Weird Engines)

Technical blueprint-style illustration of a rotary engine with a triangular rotor, surrounding mechanical components, and cutaway details showing internal motion paths.
A retro-style technical schematic of a Tri-Dyne rotary engine — the kind of diagram that made 12‑year‑old me fall in love with impossible machines.

Some engines are weird because they were built.

The Tri‑Dyne rotary is weird because it never was — and yet it still managed to lodge itself permanently in my brain after I saw a diagram of it in an old Encyclopaedia Britannica. (That article had an excellent diagram, but you can see the basic idea from the cover of the July, 1969 Popular Science magazine — link courtesy of books.google.com — and that cover was the inspiration of the Gemini AI Nano-Banana generated image above — very similar to the diagram in the encyclopedia.) 

I remember staring at that diagram way longer than any normal child should stare at a hypothetical combustion chamber; in fact, I once used it in a project in high school for "what I want to be when I grow up," or something like that (the "what" was "automotive engineer" — I did work in the reactor department, mechanical division, onboard a Nimitz-class US Navy Nuclear Aircraft Carrier, but then I switched back to my computer days, and I've been doing that ever since).

The Tri‑Dyne was one of those “future of engines” concepts that lived entirely in beautifully rendered cutaway drawings. It promised all the elegance of a rotary without the Wankel’s triangle‑shaped chaos:

  • three oscillating vanes
  • three combustion chambers
  • three power pulses per revolution
  • and theoretically better sealing, efficiency, and sanity

It looked like someone took the Wankel, removed the Dorito, and replaced it with a mechanical flower that opened and closed in perfect synchronization.

It was mesmerizing.
It was elegant.
It was also, as far as I can tell, never actually built — which is probably why the diagrams looked so clean. Real engines leak. Real engines get hot. Real engines warp, seize, and fling metal shrapnel into the nearest wall. The Tri‑Dyne lived in a world where none of that existed. (Actually, to be fair, some of them only threaten to do that — usually the ones that are in vehicles I own — but the Tri‑Dyne never even got the chance; maybe we should rename it "Try-Dyne" since it never actually "did".)

But the idea?
The idea was intoxicating.

It was the kind of engine that made 12‑year‑old me think, “I’m going to build one of these someday,” and adult me think, “Ah. That’s why nobody built one of these.” (Actually, I'd still like to take a stab at building that thing someday... maybe I can get a 3D printer and build a prototype sometime.)

Still, I love it.
It’s the perfect example of the rotary dream: the belief that if we just rearrange geometry cleverly enough, we can escape pistons forever.

Spoiler: we cannot.
But I respect the optimism.

One Million Scam: The SaaS Business Model I Accidentally Believe In

Minimalist product box with empty cardboard insert, symbolizing paying for nothing
The product you paid for. It’s not missing — this is it.

There’s a website called One Million Scam (note: not MY website).

The premise is simple and beautiful: the creator wants to raise one million dollars total from the internet, one tiny donation at a time. And what do you get for contributing?

Absolutely nothing.

No dashboard.
No login.
No AI-powered synergy engine.
No “Pro” tier that unlocks the ability to export your own data.
Just a big, beautiful button that says:

Give me one dollar. (Or more, your choice.)

And the worst part — the part that should make every SaaS founder stare into the middle distance — is that this joke is still more honest than half the software I’ve used in the last decade. (And it’s “generated” almost $70 in “revenue” so far!)

Friday, February 6, 2026

The Busy Human’s Guide to Using AI (And Staying Only Mildly Brain Dead)

A man multitasks in a cluttered kitchen-office, speaking to his AI assistant on the phone while placing a tray of chicken and vegetables into a glowing oven. Laptops, gadgets, and signs like “AI RADIO REPAIR: DON’T DIE EDITION” and “AI FOR BUSY HUMANS” surround him.
One hand in the oven, one hand on the phone, and AI keeping him alive.

Using AI Like a Busy Human (Who Has Absolutely No Time for Nonsense)

Look, I don’t know who needs to hear this, but: AI is not here to replace you. It’s here to keep you from screaming into a dish towel at 11:47 PM because you forgot to thaw the chicken.

I’ve been using AI long enough now that it’s basically a coworker who never clocks out, never judges me, and occasionally suggests things that make me question its understanding of human life. And honestly? That’s part of the charm.

Over the past year, I’ve built a whole ecosystem around this chaos — including a brand‑new project called AI for Busy Humans, which is basically a survival kit for anyone who wants to use AI without becoming a full‑time “prompt engineer” (a job title that sounds fake but somehow pays real money).

But before we get there, let’s talk about how this all actually started.

Thursday, February 5, 2026

Mr. T’s Fitness Tracker: The Tiny Web Page That Became a Four‑Sheet, Multi‑API, AI‑Fueled Data Pipeline

I swear I didn’t mean for this to happen.

All I wanted was a simple little web page — a public accountability nudge, a digital sticky note that said, “Hey Tony, did you move your body today or nah.” Something tiny. Something honest. Something that would quietly roast me if I skipped too many days.

For months I’d been posting my daily walks on Facebook — a little ritual of “proof of life” updates that kept me honest. It worked, but it was clunky. Manual. Too dependent on me remembering to actually post. I wanted something automatic, something that lived on its own, something that didn’t require me to open Facebook like it was a confessional booth.

But the universe knows me too well.

Give me a “simple” idea and I will immediately turn it into a multi‑API, OAuth‑refreshing, Google‑Apps‑Script‑powered, domain‑hopping, spreadsheet‑layered contraption involving two AI models, four sheets, and a data architecture diagram that looks like a subway map.

This is the story of Mr. T’s Fitness Tracker — the page, the pipeline, the chaos, and the weirdly personal satisfaction of shipping something that absolutely should not exist and yet very much does.

Monday, January 12, 2026

The Heart of the Matter: Style vs. Life-Saving Stats

Withings ScanWatch hybrid smartwatch on wrist
Withings Scanwatch on my wrist

This is my Withings ScanWatch, a hybrid “smart” fitness watch. I’ve been wearing the 42mm black version (the original model, not the ScanWatch 2) for a long time now, paired with the metal oyster band, and it’s become part of my everyday routine.

What I love most is the balance it strikes: classic analog style with just enough smart features. The tiny digital display scrolls messages, calls, and notifications, and while you can’t reply from the watch, it’s great for deciding whether something needs immediate attention. The battery life is phenomenal—measured in weeks, not days—and it tracks steps, heart rate, sleep, and offers on‑demand ECG and SpO2 readings. It even does occasional automated SpO2 checks during sleep.

The ECG feature has been genuinely useful. It once captured an episode of afib when I felt palpitations and ran a recording. I sent the PDF to my cardiologist, which led to a follow‑up evaluation. So this watch has absolutely earned its place on my wrist.

But there’s one thing it doesn’t do: continuous heart‑rate monitoring. It only tracks continuously during a manually started workout session. And that’s where my dilemma begins.

Friday, January 2, 2026

Ripples, Resolutions, and Walking Shoes

So, last year, I resolved (I think - I didn't actually so much call it that, but that's what it was) to walk a mile each day. I started on Jan 1, 2025, and walked a mile (1.04 to be exact). I posted it on Facebook, saying I planned to walk a mile a day in 2025. Repeated on the 2nd, 1.39 miles. I was pretty consistent in January, only missing a couple of days. I got the flu in February, and that derailed me for a while, but eventually I got back to it. Overall, I hit >40% of the days for walks, and >46% of the days with either walks or some alternate, non-walk cardio. You can see the full results of 2025 here. December, August, and April were the weakest months in terms of "non-exercise." 234 recorded miles of walking, with an average of a little over 5k steps per day. (I did do a mile on the last day of the 2025 at a rest stop on the way back from post-Christmas family vacation.)

Monday, December 22, 2025

Reflections (and ripples)

House and Pond with Ripples

Two days ago I turned 54. (Maybe I shouldn't reveal that publicly. But let's be honest: anyone reading this is either not interested in identity theft, or they already know they'd be stealing debt rather than credit. Plus, the dark web has had my birthday for years, so it probably doesn't matter.) We were out of town at a Christmas party, and on the way back that evening, I was pondering (not ponding, even though that's perhaps inferred from the image above).

Wednesday, December 17, 2025

Winter Wonderland

Winter Wonderland is one of my favorites - and I don't mean the record-breaking snowfall earlier this year (literally: broke records from the late 1800s), where we got 10 inches of snow in my South Alabama neighborhood. Proof:

(Scroll sideways to see more photos)

Tuesday, December 2, 2025

My Wildest Fantasy

Don't worry, be happy! ... I mean, don't worry, this post is still rated G despite the title. Well, maybe PG - nearly everything on this blog should probably be read with supervision, just to keep the kiddos from going [brain dead]. 😄So anyway, back to that title... my wildest fantasy... season. Well, maybe not so much "fantasy season" (my NFL Fantasy teams are only so-so this year) but more "ESPN College Pick'em" season. Let's go.

So, each year a group of us are in this ESPN College Pick'em battle, where you predict the outcome of a slate of NCAA football games. Our group is in "confidence mode," which means you don’t just pick winners - you also rank each game from 1 to 10 in confidence, and earn that many points when your pick is correct. Usually I do mid-pack at best, often falling way down the list. One year I started off really strong, claiming the #3 spot after the first week or two, but a couple of weeks later I'd dropped almost to the bottom after some really lousy weeks of picks. And that's typically where I finish - somewhere near the bottom of the list, never more than mid-way up the group board.

Mr T's Hit Squad Team logo TNTThis year... that has changed. I'm not sure what's different, but I'm leading our group (maybe the teams are playing as badly as I usually pick? maybe it's my changing my team name from "Tony's lousy picks" to "Mr T's Hit Squad"? see the logo to the right - used for both the college Pick'em and my NFL fantasy teams). 

Monday, December 1, 2025

What about...

System Update: About Page Online

After years of running this place like a half‑broken dorm phone line, I finally gave the About page some love. It now blinks, glows, and generally behaves like a terminal splash screen from 1995.

Highlights include:

  • A bold+italic [LAPSE... brain dead] identity marker that blinks like it’s waiting for input.
  • A sidebar cursor with its own rhythm (1.5s cycle — not too fast, not too slow).
  • A footer prompt that says press any key to continue... and actually takes you back home. Retro jokes that double as navigation? Yes please.

Why bother? Because this blog isn’t just text — it’s an experience. If you grew up on ANSI art, amber CRTs, or the thrill of typing dir /p just to watch the screen flicker, you’ll get it. If not, well, at least the links work.

So go ahead: press any key to continue... and see the new About page in action.

Friday, November 28, 2025

Smoking is GREAT!

Um... what did I just say? Sorry about that. That's a totally misleading title to this blog post. When I said "smoking," I didn't mean cigarettes, cigars, pipes, vapes, and the like. I meant smoking as in a method of cooking. No nicotine patches required, just wood chips and patience... although this can be quite an addictive habit!

🦃 Turkey vs. 🐖 Boston Butt: The Smoker’s Showdown

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the backyard arena! In the left corner, weighing in at a deceptively lean 16 pounds, the Turkey. Known for its dry personality and tendency to panic under pressure, this bird requires hours of therapy in the form of brining (dry only, please! I need to probably do a whole article on the benefits of dry brining, especially poultry for a juicy, not-dried-out poultry outcome — no foul fowl or fowl fouls, please!), butter massages (ok, I didn't actually do that for yesterday's bird), and constant reassurance that yes, it is the centerpiece of Thanksgiving (we have tended to start branching out of "typical" Thanksgiving/Christmas/Easter meals, but come on, Turkey Day earned that nickname for a reason!). One wrong move and it turns into sawdust with drumsticks.

In the right corner, lumbering in at a marbled 8–10 pounds, the Boston Butt. Don’t let the name fool you — this cut is all shoulder, all swagger. It’s the heavyweight champion of low-and-slow cooking, forgiving mistakes like a benevolent uncle who’s seen it all. Too much smoke? Still delicious. Forgot to spritz? No problem. This pork practically wants to be smoked.