RSD took all the things I disliked about record collecting and then refined, concentrated, and amplified them to 11 and blasted them through a Marshall stack.

I cringe every time I see a meme that boils down to “we [generation name] are superior beings because we endured [past struggles] younger people could never navigate!” There’s so much wrong with this thinking.

Watching bad movies is like eating spicy food: often regrettable, but despite the pain and discomfort, you will eventually want more.

I wish Orbán’s loss was the 1st sign of a global rejection of authoritarian right-wing populism, but I fear it is not. Seems Orbán lost primarily due to a faltering economy and a corruption scandal he couldn’t bury, not from taking control of the media/judiciary, or pro-Putin/anti-EU policies.

30 minutes in, and I can confirm the 2025 War Of The Worlds movie fully earned its sweep of the Razzies.

Someone’s poker night ended badly.

Done… unless I suddenly realize one piece needs more work/needs the mix adjusted/sucks and must be replaced. Which is where I’ve been at for about 2 years. So maybe not done.

TFW when someone tells you, without a trace of irony, “I’ve been making some really good tracks with AI”

Greetings from my sofa.

Um… uh… I… I have no words yet.

I never imagined a place could exists where bubble tea, vaping, and a lagoon would all intersect. But even if I had, it wouldn’t have looked like this.

English orthography is an absolute dumpster fire. Nowhere is this more evident than with place names in the UK, which even native English speakers will hopelessly mispronounce if they aren’t already familiar. “It’s at, uh, is it… Grand Cockstuffer station?” “It’s pronounced ‘Go Chappell’!”

A little bit of joy from my childhood: McDonalds apple pie, deep-fried, AS GOD INTENDED.

Is a Darwin Walk what you do on your way to pick up a Darwin Award?

So, this exists:

In London, doing London things.

Traveling and the cable situation is silly. Between having an old phone, new wireless headphones, and an old travel charger, the number of cables I need seems to increase exponentially.

Make whatever assumptions you will about me, but reality will always be far less interesting.

“…he’s such a cheap whore, he’s given the red light district a blue light special” Yeah, I’m really dating myself with that one.

Bitch, please. I always have been, no matter how hard I tried to be otherwise.

One of the worst things about living in my region is how, after months of cold and grey, you get a couple of days of wonderful mild temperatures… and it feels like spring has begun, and life can finally resume. And then a week later, PSYCHE! Winter makes you its bitch again.

I don’t usually impulse-buy something like a jacket. But something about the combination of the faux leather texture and the shade of green reminded me of long-forgotten things from my childhood, and it’s strangely comforting.

“Content” made of short sentences, each presented as a paragraph, loses all credibility with me. I guess it’s supposed to give each sentence big impact. But it just looks stupid! Why would anyone read that? I don’t know. It feels obviously manipulative. Or aimed at low attention spans.

In the future, techbros will propose solving the homeless problem by putting them all in self-driving taxis which will travel across the country non-stop, thus ensuring no jurisdiction ever has to take responsibility for them. Wait, I haven’t checked the news in 2 hours. Has this already happened?

I’m so old, I remember when a factory outlet store was actually next to the factory.

This comic has stuck with me for a while, because it pulls such contrasting feelings out of me. It’s simultaneously hilarious while also a fairly accurate depiction of a serious depressive episode.

I misread “inspired by your activity” as “inspired by your reality” and suddenly the future got even worse.

As much as I’d like to claim “can’t slop, won’t slop” as a personal slogan, I admit I’m tempted by gen-AI for making videos for my music, because there’s no other practical way I could create what I envision for them. Then again, maybe I can have it both ways, given it’s a post-truth world now.

When I was a kid, black licorice was one of the few candies I wouldn’t eat. So it’s weird how over the last few years I’ve developed a fondness for licorice allsorts, even the plain pieces. Just not the double-salted stuff. Tried that once and OH HELL NO. Maybe I’ll like it when I’m 80?

What’s your sign?

Rainbow dumplings. Yeah I had to go there.

The disadvantage of being able to walk to work is that you can’t use a snow day as an excuse to work from home.

…and someone said "Don't be afraid to be incomprehensible". thebrunorepublic.bandcamp.com/album/antipr... It's the most difficult listening I have created yet. No rhythms, melodies, harmonies, just sound. A soundtrack to a completely dehumanized world.

Well that was… something. Like IKEA, Canadian Tire, and Dollarama got raped by Temu and this is the orphanage for the bastard offspring.

I’ve waited 15 years for this transit line to be built.

Age verification: I remember flash cubes at the supermarket checkout, 8-tracks in music stores, abandoned gas stations everywhere, heavy industry in the city, lining up at the bank, and the “disco sucks” backlash which felt a LOT like the current anti-woke movement.

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold And she's subscribing to a stairway to Heaven

I have never sought out 60s Schlager records, but somehow they find their way to me.

25 years from now, will there be a community of people who wax nostalgic for the good ol’ days of early AI art? Who gush about how cool it was back when it couldn’t get the number of fingers on a hand right, but then everything went to hell with Runway gen 6 or whatever?

Modernwok implies the existence of post-modernwok.

Haven’t seen this amount of snow in 25 years. Not a fan.

I can think of no better affirmation to the credibility and decency of the Canadian government than being uninvited to Trump’s Bored, I mean Board Of Peace.

Maple Pepsi. It tastes like table syrup reborn as a soda. Three cans in and I’m still not sure if it’s wonderful or terrible. Or both.

TIL there are people still falling for the laughable idea that they can copypaste a bit of pseudo-legalese text, and be exempt from the platform’s terms of service. It’s like the sovcit types who think there’s some magical spell they can recite to make them immune from the laws of their country.

Day three of a nasty sinus cold. I’d tell you to buy stock in companies that make facial tissue, but i might get charged with insider trading.

Mastodon is the Linux of social media.

Record collecting nerdery: Klaus Schulze did 3 slightly different mixes of his 1981 album Trancefer, but 2 of them were only issued as very limited promos. Today I completed the set when I received the rarest of them, and it turned out it was autographed.

Can’t motivate myself to do much of anything, can barely accomplish essential tasks, just want to sleep all day and night, what’s going on? O hai, SAD! Make yourself at home.

Post your displeasure at inclement weather.

Toronto in winter: a celebration of grey!