My very good friend @srotzschthomas.bsky.social has just put out this funny little book wherein he has too many opinions about Disney. If that's something you're into you can grab a copy here: www.hive.co.uk/Product/Step... (or on horrible Amazon, obv)

My filing cabinet was in storage for over a year, and I'm still trying to refamiliarise myself with how it's ordered. Flicking through the folders like: "Pet insurance, car insurance, pre-Covid payslips, various Lego instruction manuals, wallet filled with doodles of pigs..."

If you're into #shoegaze or #dreampop, the band I recently joined on the drums has just put out our first single: open.spotify.com/track/1qPN8r...

I live opposite a preschool for under threes and, most of the time, this just means that weekday mornings are filled with distant crying. The one time it really does pay off, though, is bin day. When the bin lorry comes, those kids go fucking feral.

My first #GoodLunch submission: just some potato rosti lads topped with slow-cooked Asian pork shoulder leftovers from last night, and some little pepper boys. Good lunch?

I have a December birthday, and at this time each year, my family requests a birthday/Christmas wishlist from me. It's time again for me to share the document I call 'Present Requirements'. But! This year, for the first time, I own a house! Any suggestions for nice house things to put on my list?

Going to tell my children that this happened at Glastonbury 2007.

With Shakira leading the early promo for Zootopia 2, you've got to wonder if the plot is going to join Trap and Smile 2 and offer up a pop star centred scare fest. Here's hoping!

I saw Bob Dylan tonight. He spent most of the gig hidden behind a piano. He mostly played songs off of an album he released in 2020. The few classics he did play only fractionally resembled the originals. He never said hello, he never said goodbye. He just came, played, and left. It was phenomenal.

Beyblades is Beyonce's roller derby name.

I'm like if someone turned an extremely stumpy bulldog onto his back and he couldn't get upright again and he just spent the rest of his life shuffling around in circles wondering why feet go up now

Putting aside 10% of every paycheck for the day when Winrar sends to hired goons to knock on my door, like: "We told you, your free trial has expired."

Jesus christ

"Still punk as fuck" I whisper, as I cancel the alarm on my phone that reminds me to go to Lidl and pick up an electric coolbox for the car.

elon thought taking away peoples' verifications was a threat, and everyone was like please dont give them back. in fact goodbye. im going to go post on a site where i have zero followers

This place is nuts. It's a straight 50/50 split between the innocent fun of Twitter circa 2008 and the absolute most feral shitposting you have seen in your entire life.

I do not think it a coincidence that the orcas are only attacking sailing boats, and not those carrying refugees. All hail the big woke whale.

Periodic reminder for newbies that this works really well to find your Twitter follows on here- I rerun it every few days and always find new people. (It’s not perfect but it’s pretty good) https://skeet.labnotes.org

Our landlords are chucking us out of our house in a couple of weeks, and one of the reasons I am saddest is because a little tribe of 4 magpies have just made a home in our garden and I won't get to befriend them now. Anyway, I'm giving them free rein over the cherries I won't be around to enjoy.

I, for one, don't think 'skeet' is nearly as stupid as it could - and indeed should - be. We bloob here. We skejaculate. We send little cloudturds.

News reports are saying the crew of the sub have 'limited rations', but I don't know, I reckon I could survive on the flesh of four rich idiots for several weeks.

If I were a billionaire stuck at the bottom of the ocean I would simply pull myself up by my bootstraps.

Here's my strategy for growth and success on Bluesky: 1. Post regularly. 2. Engage with others! 3. Lament the lack of return engagement. 4. Post less regularly. 5. Stop logging in daily. 6. Forget it exists at all. If I can tick all these off by next Thursday I'll consider the endeavour a success.

Right. Hello. Time to shout into a new void, I suppose.