Area Man: Firmly opposed replacement pet. Replacement Pet: Has chosen Area Man as its emotional support human.

Who does a guy have to bribe for a wabi invite code around here these days???

Anthropic’s new Opus 4.5 makes huge improvements on its predecessors on historical handwriting, achieving practical word level accuracy of 95.62% in our benchmark

About to dive in like I’m Scrooge McDuck.

I learned cursive. And I have a hard time READING cursive when grading in class writing. (Except for the Catholic school kids. Their cursive is immaculate. I can tell right away they were Catholic school kids.) But yeah, it’s an antiquated exercise. Spend time elsewhere.

And while I’m here, because I’m feeling feisty: Yes, students often encode better when handwriting. But the laptop-vs-handwriting research compares lectures, mostly. In real classes, my students use their laptops for things far beyond note-taking. It’s way more complicated.

Two rejections for two different things on the day before Thanksgiving, here stateside. Thanks for the news dump. Honestly if you’re rejecting me on the day before Thanksgiving, I’m happy I’m not going to be a part of your thing. Bad look for you and your group. 🤷🏻‍♂️

Me: “Let’s put the snow globes on the end tables so the cat doesn’t knock them off.” The 8-year-old, who is a reincarnated Ghengis Khan:

Flu Guys feeling PESKY… 👀

Meanwhile: Al Morganti’s tie is a misdemeanor.

A heavier Thanksgiving than any of the others for me this year. Still, the small moments keep pushing their way in. And I’m thankful that I’m aware enough to appreciate them. Grateful doesn’t even cover it.

Semiregular reminder that ‘The Nice Guys’ is, essentially, a Christmas movie.

Dad tweet incoming… The most unrealistic part of Home Alone is the 10 pizzas for $122.50. And delivered in less than 20 minutes. Everything else checks out.

“LOOKS GREAT! Little full, lotta sap.” (This is our best tree.) (I say this every year.)

“Play calling is an art.” The Eagles’ play calling:

Constantinople fell with less confusion and chaos than it took for us to get up the tree. But here we are. 🌲 *N̶o̶ (three) children were moderately accosted in the making of this image.

Celebrating Small Business Saturday by taking the middle child to the doctor, because he is hell on wheels and got a nasty splinter in his leg while trouncing through the fields. I love my kids.

“I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little or make a poem which children will speak for you when you're dead.” RIP Tom Stoppard

Procuring a llama for this year’s Christmas card. (We have a llama farm 1/8 of a mile away—so this isn’t THAT radical.)

My favorite Tyler question: “What is it you do to train that is comparable to a pianist practicing scales?” marginalrevolution.com/marginalrevolu…