Getting my clothes ready for work tomorrow

The Republican Party is a death cult; ISIS with a dental plan. Trump has become a flamboyant, ailing Kurtz holed up at the end of a bloody river, bedecked in necklaces of Iranian children’s finger bones, tended to by his deeply closeted Secretary of War. His gleeful nihilism will end us all.

Not sure how manufactured these are but I am a middle-aged man who wouldn’t know cool if it grew on my face. I hadn’t heard of them until today and I’ve randomly heard two songs by them in different places that I really liked. The drummer is really good. Turn those guitars up youtu.be/X2zcG3bcuMI

Each to their own. Here‘s something l wrote a few years ago that covers some similar territory crimereads.com/10-underappr...

As always, there is a class that the law protects but does not bind, and a class that the law binds but does not protect. In capitalism, it’s not a bug, it’s a feature.

Wrote about this for @bostonreview.bsky.social: www.bostonreview.net/articles/mik...

When the fate of humanity lies in the hands of a lunatic, watch the ball under the cup.

The Republican Party is a death cult; ISIS with a dental plan. Trump has become a flamboyant, ailing Kurtz holed up at the end of a bloody river, bedecked in necklaces of Iranian children’s finger bones, tended to by his deeply closeted Secretary of War. His gleeful nihilism will end us all.

Looking forward to watching everything I love vaporise as my eyeballs turn to glass and fall from my skeleton, which will be discovered in a 1000 years, still clinging to the iPad and vape pen which will be mistaken for mystical tokens of an advanced race, instead of the detritus of lunatics.

An unidentified assailant has been dragging my Joker plush from the sofa on to the rug and disrobing him while (I think) making the beast with two backs. Batman has looked on, pitiless, and so far remains free from interference. Also Hugo seems quite chilled lately. Not sure what’s changed.

Honey, I’m home. Unbelievable place. I could see myself working quite happily in here, with a printshop and a framing workshop too. It puts the old boxy studio (with sociopathic landlord) to shame.

Yes!!!

In the new episode of That '70s Movie Podcast, we spend the night with Mike Nichols' PCA shattering Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf [DP: Mr. Haskell Wexler], with astonishing Burton and Taylor: open.spotify.com/episode/1IRj... podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/w...

A true classic.

Are people really going back to a demonstrably worse format? I couldn’t wait to move on from VHS; DVD was a revelation in the late 90s. Why? That’s my question. Why?

The most exciting and invigorating time of year is when the Fritillaria Meleagris suddenly appear in the border, swiftly followed by the deep red leaves of the acers beginning to unfurl from their budded rolls. Nothing then suddenly a cacophonous riot of garden action. Thrilling and beautiful.

Navajo Nation: the fight for cultural survival – photo essay

Always imagine Christ in that cave on Saturday giggling to himself in anticipation

Imagine a world where we get people in power who hand some of it back to the citizenry- surveillance, online tracking, police powers, financial control etc. I thought that Labour were supposed to be those people but they are even more authoritarian than the right. It’s suffocating.

This is why I love 3D printing. It exists to solve problems. Designed and printed in a couple of hours. From nothing to an issue sorted. Powerful technology. And it cost pennies to make.

Remiss of me; forgot to mention Arrow's #4kUHD of the film is just £12.89 right now at Rarewaves... www.rarewaves.com/products/502...

Mormonism is trying to be the new grindr.

Watching a human who I used to feed from a Thomas the tank engine bowl drive away from the house in his new car with his girlfriend is triggering profoundly odd feelings. There’s a dissonance between the small child who occupies the memories in my mind palace and the actual living breathing human.

Stopped listening to Mansun- one of my favourite 90s bands- because of the behaviour of the singer toward women, but then found myself listening to Rock & Roll Pt II and thought if I can listen to the music of an unapologetic paedophile then I can listen to this. This art belongs to me not them.

Looking for an iPad app that will be useful for notes, perhaps even able to convert my scrawl into text. All of them appear to be infected with AI. Any recommendations?

What the hell have they done to the HIGNFY opening titles?

David Cronenberg revisits familiar themes such as body mutilation and morbid sexual attraction in his new sci-fi horror, a very personal movie with significant religious elements Stream it now: dmovies.org/2024/05/21/t...

Murder in a slaughterhouse on this evening’s X Files. Naturally I’m thrilled.

That’s what keeps me down I say that I'm a bantam lightweight I say that I'm a phantom airplane That never left the ground

Human artists; use a single piece of your artwork to convince people to follow you.

Never judge a book by its cover, or a film by its trailer, though both can give you a vibe….so I do. The Drama’s trailer has pummelled me on Disney+ for weeks. It is dreadful, so I hate the film already. The marketing in its entirety has been utterly conceited, smarmy, tonally midjudged wank.

Calling on the full force of my detective skills I have found that this cat is called Bear, though he doesn’t much look like a hairy muscular gay man to me, and he has a home. He’s been back twice today.

I know you're purely Marxist Your philosophy's so cool With your tranquillisers, valium and gin You talk of euthanasia And your breakdown was so cool Did Stanley Kubrick fake it with the moon? This cult of positivity, once again, yeah But I didn't think about the fall out

Putrid

Good Friday malarkey. I made the mistake of feeding this cat thinking that he was a stray. Turns out he’s not, and now he won’t go away. He’s been terrorising the boys for two hours.

Painting Lego figures with The Boy in the building that would later become my first studio almost a decade later. 2015.

A cultural nadir

The Boy has bought himself a car. I have just taken him to the petrol station to fill up for the first time. It’s at times like this that I long for my 90s Valium stash. Terrifying.

Human artists; use a single piece of your artwork to convince people to follow you.

Good Luck to Artemis. Of course, I've already been there and done that!!

It occurs to me that space travel never really captured our generation like it did the baby boomers who witnessed the moon landings as kids. We had the challenger disaster when I was a boy- not the majestic brush with God of the launches of old.

I maintain that Ballard is impossible to adapt- Home (2003) being the only film that has come close to capturing the Ballardian sensibility in any meaningful way- but High Rise transforms its deadening atmosphere into something altogether more heightened, and it works beautifully on its own terms.

So much for St Streeting saving the vital services of the NHS. This feels fundamental- how we interact with services greatly impacts their usability, and this is a backwards step. SMS has helped this disorganised, autistic, forgetful drug casualty keep track of appointments for years.

These are utterly spectacular and I implore you to buy a set. I saw them online last week but failed to save the post, and it’s been a challenge to find them again with my terrible memory but I’m delighted that I succeeded. Hurrah for great things existing. Hurrah for brilliant people like Sean.

These are spectacular. www.etsy.com/uk/listing/4...