Ok, I cracked and read that Trinity Hall private schools admissions article, and my main conclusion is that the policy is a phenomenal success in getting people who did not go to Cambridge to know that Trinity Hall exists, and people who did to care.

Magnificent. Make sure you click on the "1 more reply" link to make sure you read the whole thread. You will not regret it.

Reading a paperback collected from a fairly long webcomic and the transition to print page composition is excellent, but damn does the pacing need some work.

SIGINT #934 from NROL-129 (CLASSIFIED) 1. Forlorn Starfish 2. Electric Prophecy Workshop 3. Yurt Simulation

Twenty years in Cambridge and still the ambient geekery can surprise and delight me. Today: all the staff at the butcher listening to a Warhammer 40K audiobook.

Everyone’s said finding porn in the woods already, right?

so she plays Votann right

I dunno man, sure, the news is bad, but the fall of western civilisation? Surely that was when they got away with rebranding clementines as easy peelers.

“Just ask your smart speaker to play Radio One.” I don’t remember needing to be told to “just turn your radio on and push the button for radio one”. “Available at Sainsbury’s. Just travel physically to your nearest store using your feet, or a bicycle, a car or public transport. Then go inside.”

Lawyers for people convicted by Amanda over the last two decades are busy as we speak.

My main Traitors opinion is that even if James didn’t seem quietly insufferable, we need him off screen ASAP because he sounds unnervingly like David Tennant’s Killgrave

Renee Nicole Good did politics the wrong way, by Ezra Klein

I dunno man, sure, the news is bad, but the fall of western civilisation? Surely that was when they got away with rebranding clementines as easy peelers.

I know search engines have gone to shit, but I just forgot the word “homeopathic” for a dumb joke I wanted to make but Google returned it for “stupid dilution medicine”.

You never see these freaks happy. There is a sort of libidinal joy they perform, mostly for each other, but it comes only from of the immiseration of their enemies. No victory brings relief, just a temporary reprieve of grievance. I do not believe the machinery which drives us and them are the same.

I say this a lot, but the state of the trains coming home from one day a week in London for the job I have really takes the edge off not getting the four days a week in London job I thought I wanted.

How ever much I’m troubled by the thought that I could be drinking an indifferent beer on a delayed train when the world starts ending, at least there’s no chance I’ll be doing it in a quarter zip.

Not everything is about America, part 8,352,703

i know we're all busy but i just overheard a plumber say "parlez-vous français ? non ? you motherfuckers don't even speak french, do you" to a pair of french bulldogs

BRB ringing Cambridge police to see if there’s a reward for identifying the Christmas Tree Jogger Bludgeoner.

A former company got acquired recently and it’s funny realising that on some level I’d just assumed I’d end going back eventually (having really loved working there), but now feel like there’d be no point. The business version of seeing your childhood bedroom redecorated by an indifferent landlord.

Completed the annual ritual of hurling the Christmas tree off the balcony at the crack of dawn then scampering down to lug it to the curb for collection before anyone notices.

I’m old enough to remember when the idea of seeing video of someone being murdered was so unusual as to be almost urban legend. Rather than something you’d just get posted on social media. What a world

"completely unacceptable" being used here in the political and managerial sense, which, unlike the normal conversational sense, carries no connotation that you're not going to accept it.

File under the ever-growing subgenre of my work which I’m calling ‘Inanimate Object Has A Massive Go At A Person For No Reason’

45 y/o, in a nightclub for first time in years. Young lad burst into the toilets & caught me furtively trying to open a little ziploc bag. He said "just a heads up, the bouncers come in here to check for drugs". Couldn't tell him it was my bag of googly eyes, to stick on a poster

I love it when you learn a word for something you’ve been thinking about but couldn’t quite wrangle. Today: the acronym TESCREAL (It’s the inchoate soup of sci-fi washed teenage philosophy the dickheads who got rich off of PayPal use to excuse destroying society) en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TESCREAL

I’m developing a game where you have to go back to assassinate Adam. It’s a first person shooter.

Critically, we also need the public to support actions that enable older people to live great lives without having to drive for when they fail the eye tests. So the public need to get onboard with no pavement parking, pedestrian priority, denser housing, fewer out-of-town shopping centres, etc etc

Daily bunny no.3192 is tampering with the past

If you made a Venn diagram of every weird person I knew in Silicon Valley during the first dot-com boom, centrifuged it, extracted the pellet, and re-suspended it in high-proof eugenics with a splash of AI, you'd end up with something like this. It'll take a strong stomach to read this "gift" link.

[shoving yeats into a locker] how’s the gyre fuckass

microblogging as a format was designed for posting pictures of your sandwich and jokes about jerking off. every time you try to make it do something else it degrades the core experience

I don't know anything about D. H. Lawrence's writing, but his delivery company is a joke.

I refuse to get salty about that British food thing. Onion readers can have a little exceptionalism, as a treat.

the Onion absolurely knew what it was doing with that British food story

one takeaway from the grok noncon porn thing is that much of the media just isn't interested in an issue they can't pretend has two sides or that doesn't give them an opportunity to shit on the left. Also it would be uncomfortable to justify remaining on twitter after acknowledging it

Today a friend and I had lunch and discovered the true form of liquid categorisation. Join me on a journey of stupidity.

I worry that my approach to giving my cats treats is too haphazard, too unpredictable. In the absence of logic will they develop religion? What rituals and superstitions do they practice in the hopes of yielding a more bountiful crop? How can they please their fleshy and unknowable God.

something so pure happened to me today. I saw two of the frattiest frat boys (literal frat boys belonging to a literal frat) working out at the gym, and one of them was howling helplessly at the other one: DUDE NO BUT DUDE I AM SO HOT FOR JANEWAY.

Instagram has just showed me an advert for a themed pervert club night in New York called “K-Pop Semen Hunters” and I don’t know whether to write off the human race and go live in a cave, or buy a new harness and a plane ticket.

Fascinating 🧵

Clicker game but it's just buying/downloading/updating games in a never-ending Steam sale

Instagram has just showed me an advert for a themed pervert club night in New York called “K-Pop Semen Hunters” and I don’t know whether to write off the human race and go live in a cave, or buy a new harness and a plane ticket.

The logical conclusion for British television exports is to fuse Bakeofflikes with Taskmaster and make increasingly deranged craft shows.

OM effin’ G

“why are you still on twitter” -> whiny, makes you sound like a scold “oh you post on the pedophile app” -> makes them sound like a pedophile