I don't recall even roughly when I first pumped a squirt of Normal conditioner from the bottle in my shower. Some time after the Battle of Issus. It was definitely a while before we moved in 2025, because I remember considering throwing it out instead of packing it. There was no shelf in the old bathroom, and living on the tiles came with some accumulated soap scum.

I did pack it, then we moved and for 16 months the dirty bottle was at eye level every time I showered. It kept on pumping out conditioner though, day after day.

For some reason, the conditioner bottle reminded me of the time I climbed Reinebringen at the end of the Norway trip. Perhaps because - like I had been that night - it was perched on a high up ledge in unpredictable weather. I must have mused this in June last year, and every shower since has prompted the same holiday memory. This could be why I still resisted throwing it out, but the main reason was that it still somehow had conditioner in it. Depressing the nozzle must be releasing less than a gram each time. It felt sisyphean. I was ready to move on, have other holidays, use that unopened bottle of conditioner that I also packed and moved at the start of 2025.

Finally, last month the pumper ran dry. The momentous occasion had arrived. I picked the bottle up from the shelf, and it felt weightier than I had expected. I opened it and peered inside. There was still a considerable amount of conditioner inside...

I was incredibly conflicted at this point. I had been drafting this entry in my head every shower since April and my anniversary of the first shower in the new house. I persisted with the old conditioner, despite needing to pump for extended periods of time to eke any white stuff out. I got tired of this after another week, and finally threw it in the bin today.

This week, coincidentally, I also installed my new great white loofah in the shower. This has actually been in the drawer for the last month. I chose not to hang it until after we got back from the islands, for fate temptation reasons. It's a lot more abrasive than I thought it would be. I don't think that it will be present in the shower in 2028 to conjure any memories of swimming off of Whitehaven Beach.

Today I was called both Bret and Bard.

I wonder if AI can extract and index all my old spam group chat emails from that outlook file I've backed up somewhere and give me insights on my twenties.

Three months ago I saw my dentist for my biannual criticism of my brushing technique, specifically the firmness with which I was brushing my gums.

This year, along with the usual admonishment, I received a word of advice:

“Try holding the brush with just three fingers.”

That night I tried this life hack and found it was indeed more challenging to brush with only three fingers.

But I realised she never actually told me which three fingers I was supposed to use.

So for the past three months I’ve been trying to work this out, experimenting with different combinations of fingers every time I brush.

This training program, along with my high-protein diet, has led to all my fingers now possessing significantly more tactile strength than they did three months ago. Perhaps 33% more.

By my next check-up I’m probably going to be told to drop down to two fingers.

Aiming for one-finger brushing by 2027 for the healthiest gums.

I check my step count a few times a day on my phone. It's habit. My brain is a big fan of number-slowly-goes-up. It's why I enjoy cricket and journaling, and why I don't like the stock market.

Last week I was distracted during one of my step-checking moments and when I saw a prompt from Samsung Health I assumed it was the app once again requesting permissions for my health data. It was not, it was another update that ended up squeezing AI generated crap along with more marketing into an app that I just use to tell me how many steps I've done.

Now, due to some giant "tip" that appears on the main screen I couldn't even see my daily steps without scrolling down.

This was the catalyst I needed to delve into Android development. Something I attempted once back in 2013. Thirteen years later the tools were evolved enough I figured that I could replace Samsung Health in a couple of days. And so I set upon my own AI Generated crap side project that I ran via AI while I waited for the AI on my main side project to run.

It did take a few more hours than I expected to develop my Samsung Health alternative. Two reasons for this:

First, I had to undertake some foundational development setup tasks like installing Android Studio to run an emulator and provide the SDK, and configure some OAuth tokens in Google Cloud.

Once that was done, and I got reading the step sensor working right, the majority of effort was describing the requirements. What I actually should have done second was just provide screenshots of what I needed from Samsung Health and let the AI do the rest.

So it took about eight hours of my time over a week, and now I have my simple step and app tracker.

Roll Over for the alternative option.

It even has a few nice features, like auto detecting sleep based on my longest overnight period without steps. It compresses the non-stepping periods on the intervals chart to make the key information bigger. And my favourite feature is that if you hit the step target, you can upload a photo to commemorate your walking. And if you scroll back through your step history, the background for those days is the photo for that day. This will be fun for revisiting holiday step charts in future.

Overall, once I understood the architecture of session management, local storage, UI and sensor access, adding features to the app became super easy. With skills the AI can even build the app, deploy it to the emulator, seed it with test data and validate the logs.

It was a lot easier than it was in 2013.

QuizzaMe tonight confirmed my memory of it skewing slightly older than other pub quizes.

Alex and I brought along a nearly 69 year old to help, and we did manage to finish 14th out of about 30 tables, so that was a win.

At one point, the question was name this song, and some 50s guitar ballad played for five seconds, followed by 5 answers to choose from. I'd never heard of any of the artists.

The answer was revealed. They play the rest of the song.
Sounds like the whole room is now singing along.

I really like plants. Not as much as birds, but they're definitely better than fish.

I wonder if I saw this chandelier back in 2019?