I’ve come to the shocking realization that I am not, as fate would have it, cool anymore.

A couple weeks ago I wrote about how I’d rather have different accounts for different things, instead of copy-pasting myself online.

I’ve been pondering that a little more today. I was considering getting rid of a couple social media accounts to make Micro.blog my single home online, but then I remembered that post.

I just redesigned my entire blog a couple days ago. I switched to a new theme and dropped my goofy old domain name for something more simple and memorable.

Of course I’m more hyped on the blogging side of things than I am for social media right now; it feels like I’m starting fresh. I’m really proud of the new design choices I went with, and I think I picked a decent url.

But then what happens in a week or two when the spring cleaning euphoria wears off?

Back in the day, there used to be a ton of...

Alright I went for it! Moved to gary.onl from grubz.net. Micro.blog’s redirect feature works really well! Still have a lot of CSS to code over the next few days; I switched to the new Mythos theme because it’s super clean and has some great accessibility features.

Figured the end of August was a great time for some spring cleaning. I think Gary Online is more simple and less wacky than gru:Bz, and I’m a sucker for simple designs that just get out of the way. Not as much of a project as I thought it would be, but I do have a whole new theme to figure out. And probably a few blog directories to update my info on. Old RSS feed is broken now, I’d imagine (sorry about that!) edit: no it’s not! Micro.blog is really good at handling domain changes!

I’m keeping grubz.net for my own little personal network;...

If you’ve read any of my posts on gaming, you’d probably gather that Metroidvanias are, by far, my favorite genre.

I hate to overshare, but this is going to get a little personal. Mental health is something I struggled with for a long time before I finally got it under control, so it’s a very personal subject for me.

classicweb@indieweb.social posted a screenshot of Kottke.org from all the way back in 2001 and it led me down a delightful little rabbit hole of old blog posts this morning.

I understand the issue of wanting to protect kids online. When I was a kid, I saw a lot of gnarly shit I never should’ve seen on the internet. Most of my generation and every one after it probably has. There were also a lot of other terrible things I witnessed and experienced at a young age, and most of it had nothing to do with the internet.

I’ve been using Umami for a lightweight, self-hosted analytics solution on my blog. There’s a built in way to hide your own traffic by IP address, but I use Private Relay on my phone, and a VPN sometimes on my laptop, so I wanted to find a way to hide my own visits to my blog that’ll work across device/browser/network.

If you’re on desktop, per the official documentation, you can run this command from the JavaScript console:

localStorage.setItem('umami.disabled', 1);

But on Safari/iOS you can’t do that. So I vibe coded this little bookmarklet using JavaScript Local Storage:

javascript:localStorage.setItem('umami.disabled','true');alert('Umami disabled for this browser');

And you can re-enable your own traffic by using this bookmarklet:

javascript:localStorage.removeItem('umami.disabled');alert('Umami enabled again');

It should work in any browser, and it saves that configuration for every site using that Umami endpoint. So other sites using Umami can still track you, but whatever sites you’re using your own self-hosted Umami...

I feel like they could’ve changed Link’s outfit and marketed this as MacGyver: Escape from the Sky Islands.

I feel like a tweaker, running through the countryside, duct taping things together to find a way across rivers and down ziplines. Not loving it so far; it feels like pre-Industrial Revolution Fortnite mixed with the Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater level editor.

But I paid $70 for this game so I have to finish it, dammit.

I’ve never been on a diet in my entire life — until now. Unless you count when I was a junkie, living on dope and gas station food, but that wasn’t quite as intentional.