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Peeling off my breeches to reveal two enormous toads.

every British guy between the ages of 38 and 52 has intense, borderline troubling nostalgia for some insanely unplayable looking Amiga game called like “Bonky’s Quest”

It’s hard to explain properly without spoiling it so I won’t try, and will just say that it feels otherworldly in a way that could be bleak if it weren’t so utterly committed to being warm.

me: if z is the length of a slice and a is the area of the pie, then pi(zz)=a

PhD advisor: this is what you’ve been working on for three and a half years?

Better home those wardens are dextrous

I finished Small Prophets the other day and can't recommend it enough. It's like one of those exemplar sentences where moving the comma creates charming absurdity, but for shifting tragic suburban horror into a dreamlike hopeful soft farce.

No need to be salty

A nontrivial portion of the food stuff Instagram shows me is videos where someone is all breathless “You guys I just discovered this amazing soup hack!” and then you see them trying to eat soup off a plate and discovering bowls for the first time, eight thousand likes.

Oh, you think you're hot shit because you're doing forbidden magic? Well I'm doing fivebidden magic. It's one more transgressive.

Also why am I like this?

It's possible that this is a job that can only be done by something semiotically not "for" that job, because the sense that the laundry dump is temporary, casually draped, creates a permission framework? A clothes rail wouldn't be a liminal enough storage space. In which case, is this too rail?

How does the chariness factor in to its meeting of user needs? Do folks who have a "laundry chair" (hi!) sit in it (no) when it's empty (it isn't)?

Is it the height? Is it that a chair is the thing you have spare?

Is this a chair job or a furniture job done by a chair? I have so many feelings.

Laundry Chair: A Better Place for Half-Dirty Clothes A chair with a built-in rotating rail to hang your worn clothes, without adding clutter.

Ok, this Kickstarter chair is sat at three hundred grand (GBP) against a target of forty K, and I fee like writing a thousand words about it.

Specifically: it's a genius product niche observation, but how functional a requirement is "chair"?

www.kickstarter.com/projects/sim...

I don't think anyone has thought this war through. If Dubai collapses, our countries are going to be flooded by influencers, tax dodgers, and fucking idiots.

Got some good news about fossil fuels

A black and white filtered (spooky!) photograph of a package on top of a set of mailboxes, the label reading “FREE (essential oils set)”, all Charles Dexter Ward’s leftover gap year hobby supplies.

Huh. Didn’t realise there was a gay Lovecraftian necromancer in our building

Surely the market has shifted to a point where their target audience (extremely tired parents who ran out of Pizza Express vouchers) won’t show up, at least not in numbers that can possibly make their margins make sense?

when life hands you liminal spaces make liminalade

I’m not sure I’ve ever received a comprehending, much less satisfactory answer from anyone I’ve ever asked how de-anonymisable the data they store is.

I get that in this our fallen epoch of venture capitalism bending the girders of rationality, the first answer to “why?” will be a man in a quarter-zip over a blue check shirt saying “spreadsheet”, what I don’t get is what they expect to be different this time.

Yeah. The cards are a delight to handle. I normally do Zoom for RPGs but I think I’ll try and get an in-person crowd for this one.

I ponder SaaS solutions like Okta a lot and think they’re often a bit of a smell.

They often signal poor cost control, security theatre, and under-investment in training. Instead of your native IAM properly, organisations buy another expensive layer to paper over their refusal to learn.

Politics, too. Is it easier in your org to get buy-in for a transformation/implementation that sits under a simplistic milestone (“Okta project complete”), or to do the unsexy self-reflective piecemeal improvement work 🤷‍♂️. Bad cases of capex-brain, quite often.

Good grief.

I think there’s something to that. A work-to-live/live-to-work bait and switch where we’ve forgotten that we’re trying to be healthy/wealthy/whatever so that we can have fulfilling lives, not because our BMI or bank balance is a victory condition.

I’d heard that, yeah. I’m now wondering if the messages cut through to that intended audience anyway, or if it read as a turn off.

Yeah. Or getting them mass quote-dunked where it could have been a gentle “Look, mate…”

My pet wrong-but-fun theory of posting: there are so many bad takes online because pubs are too expensive.

It’s like those wonderful imagined-problem adverts where the voice over is “do YOU struggle with spaghetti” over footage of a middle aged man tangled up in pasta like he upset Italian Shelob, but for a 23 year old with more social followers than times they’ve left the house.

I think, as a species, we have always been approximately this dumb. What we have not always been is this dumb on constant far-reaching broadcast. So many posts that should have been weird pub chats. Still, you go, soup dude. Discovering ladles is gonna blast your tits off.

A nontrivial portion of the food stuff Instagram shows me is videos where someone is all breathless “You guys I just discovered this amazing soup hack!” and then you see them trying to eat soup off a plate and discovering bowls for the first time, eight thousand likes.