Delighted to announce that I am now on a blocklist for “bad takes and/or bad vibes”

I was prepared to be annoyed here because people have so many misconceptions about this stuff but to my delight it was pretty solid and more or less how I understood it (viz crazy Jungian idea that was coincidentally later a good label for something that fell out of factor analysis)

in the early 00s during peak “wear futuristic body armour” vibes on the middle floor of Slimelight it sometimes looked a lot like a stillsuit rave and it was fucking awesome

I have met the Furby Organ

Just had some delicious potato and leek soup for lunch, with a little garlic bread. Which is an excuse to say that, in the opening line of Beowulf, “Hwæt. We Gardena in geardagum … “ the “Gar” in “Gardena”, i.e. “Spear-Danes”, is the same as the “gar” in “Garlic”, because garlic is the Spear-Leek.

A bit worried about this: we lost our main colony over the winter although fortunately two nucs survived. Anecdotally it sounds like it’s been pretty rough for bees in the UK as well as the US.

If I append “&utm_source=get_fucked” to URLs will it show up on someone’s dashboard?

As far back as I can remember I always wanted to be Jeff Minter

Worth pointing out here that @aendra.com is one of the very few people in the world to have overall made money from playing fruit machines. Knowing when to move on is a superpower if you can actually do it.

Roger Dean’s artwork made a huge impression on me as a kid despite never having been a fan of Yes, and it’s great to find out I wasn’t the only one

So @chipzel.bsky.social released the Super Hexagon soundtrack on vinyl and it is just ridiculously cool

Look I do get that chocolate brown is very on-trend but the upshot is that a lot of people are turning up at the gym dressed like Mr Hankey

I’m still sad there’s no longer literally a tank parked here but I’m delighted that they are upholding the long tradition of the site being used to annoy Southwark Council

It’s called ‘vs code’ because the code is an enemy you are fighting

Everyone is carefully ignoring the fact that the reporter says it worked.

A few weeks ago I posted that “Bluesky is full of sick freaks in the best possible way” and in light of recent events I am reconsidering the second part of that sentence.

At a certain point of the year, as surely as the daffodils and the cherry blossom, I will find that the pourover is no longer hitting the spot and it's time for the supportive brutality of the moka pot. I will then put it away some time in October. I have no idea why this is.

I love Econ-positng. Dan Habsmith of Guttermeyer Associates posts the most confusing chart you've ever seen and says "Quite surprising VARG numbers, SPLG index showing movement" and you get the context by one of his mutuals quoting it with "Buy a fucking gun and head for the hills. Right now."

This video supports my theory that one of the first things anyone does when they get their hands on a 303 is try to play “Higher States of Consciousness” and the next thing they do is go down the rabbit hole of trying to figure out why it doesn’t sound like Josh Wink youtu.be/kf2-WLK3gPA?...

My criterion for inclusion in this category is “could be mistaken for a squat”, and I wouldn’t have included Hidden except for The Incident With The Wine

Anyway, farewell Corsica Studios, you were a fantastic little venue and the ideal spot for this kind of sweaty underground rave

I am in a writhing, sweaty, scuzzy little South London club, all silhouettes and gloomy lasers, when there’s an imperceptible shift in the beat and “Turkish Bazaar” by Emmanuel Top steadily rolls in like some vast freight train of acid, 11/10 I’d forgotten just how good this can be.

The reason so few people are opting for the Uniball UB-157 is that I have them all in a pot on my desk, sorry folks

Incidentally: (1) turns out that despite being an electronic keyboard, each key is nonetheless rigged up to its own little hammer, so it feels a lot like a “real” piano to play; (2) I now have that Liszt piece firmly stuck in my head for the next week or so

Incidentally if you go look at the little placard for “Exhibit 35: jar of moles” it does attempt to answer the obvious question, and says something along the slightly exasperated lines of “look, it was very practical at the time, ok? Don’t @ me.”

Opened up the piano (well, keyboard) this evening and was disappointed not to find a mouse living inside who could play Liszt’s Hungarian Rhapsody no. 2

I love this website when a new chotiner drops

Also: a jar of moles. Hello moles!

Last time I saw this chap I was scurrying around the cloisters trying to sort out the paperwork for my thesis. He has since moved out of his little wooden box and into more modern and well-lit accommodation.

I have over time come to see exactly how a piece of software as profoundly shit as Teams comes to be extremely widely used and it’s straight up one of the most dispiriting things I’ve ever seen (it’s sales and bundling, mostly)

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Has finally leapt out from behind the clouds i am hijacking this poem/metaphor to be about THE SUN instead HURRAH That blasts the roots of trees can sod off I don’t care there is SUNSHINE

This is a silly theory that I’ve nonetheless found hard to dismiss since at least as far back as Jack Straw

If we’re doing this discussion again I’m going to point out that in the UK there is an extremely clear GenX/Millennial distinction and it’s whether you’d have had to pay tuition fees for uni

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I'm not going to pretend that is a universal vision of who we are but fundamentally I was brought up to believe in a multicultural Britain that was looking forward into the new millennium as many peoples together, not backwards into an imagined past greatness, and I refuse to give up on that.

YESSSSSSSSSSS eat shit you racist transphobic pricks

The weather is very welcome to do that whenever it likes, thanks

Look do you want the AI to bring about a permanent end to all human suffering or not?

Accompanied The Teenager on a tour of the UCL Observatory which had many wonderful and impressive telescopes, but by far the prettiest was this 160 year old 8” refractor

I was never a gamedev or demoscener but I grew up on 68k demos and the resulting instinctive bloodyminded contrarianism when someone claims something I want to do isn't technically feasible has been quite helpful in life.

This article has cleared up a great many things I’ve wondered about over the years, including “why do I write cursive ‘z’s like that?” www.deadlanguagesociety.com/p/history-of...

Balatro is one of those games where, on the one hand, every review is glowing, but what I find off-putting is every conversation I see about it I feel would read equally well if you replaced 'Balatro' with 'binge drinking', 'cocaine', or 'that emotionally unavailable person who is great in bed'.

A guy at work brought in a crate of mangoes fresh from Pakistan along with slightly complicated instructions on how to eat them and it seemed like a lot of faff until I tried one and discovered to my amazement that I had in fact never eaten a mango before.

HM Inspectorate of Tree is pleased to report that operational activities continue apace, with special attention paid of late to the mysterious alternative waves of Hackney Canal.

It’s well known that boots first then corset, but it also turns out that harness first then hairfalls

Always been slightly fascinated by these ecosystems: a common pattern seems to be that you write your own language and then write everything else in it so you never have to touch other inferior languages (eg Chuck Moore, Arthur Whitney, Stephen Wolfram…)

Tonight's headliner has posted to FB reassuring the crowd that his very newest tracks are remixes of his very oldest (90s) tracks, which on the one hand says something about growing conservatism in an already venerable genre; on the other hand I quite like his earlier stuff so....

Bluesky is full of sick freaks in the best possible way

One of the Star Wars prequels I was with someone else, we walked out, looked at one another, said “younglings” in unison, then immediately and deliberately got as hammered as possible to try to erase the memory. So I can’t actually remember which exact film it was.