for a tiny crumb of joy in your day, might I proffer this video of Danny Kaye, Nana Mouskouri, and Harry Belafonte singing together youtu.be/mGRDD5PJXsc?...

leaving a book club feeling buoyed up by good chat and then immediately being swallowed alive by the shame gremlin that says you talked way too much and had too many opinions and you were an asshole and everyone hated you….. cool cool

Operations, data and process management aren’t drudge work! If you think that then you are a naif who has no idea how your business operates! Stop devaluing the hard work of the people who actually make shit run!

It is 6am and I am at Salzburg train station. I am going to attempt to get home to Edinburgh tonight, trains all the way. Wish me luck, I guess?

I considered writing a long carefully constructed argument laying out the harms and limitations of AI, but instead I wrote about being a hater. Only humans can be haters.

is there anything more sinister than the greatest athlete of our generation getting up on a billboard and saying “I had kids and my body is just simply too fat to be allowed, you too probably”* *p.s. my husband got me to do this so he could make yet another fortune

Great carnival chaos vibes in Twelfth Night at the Globe - I have come away with a feral desire for these fabulous monochrome layered linen outfits

any trade unions interested in building a health and safety case around the fact we shouldn’t be forced to use AI in the workplace because of its potential negative impacts on cognitive function and its documented ability to fuel spiritual psychosis?

am reminded of the Death of Stalin where farcical pandering and desperate horrors blend into one

these AI companion stories are wild - it’s like, people are in their own individual cult, and there isn’t even a need for a charismatic leader to slowly indoctrinate and seduce, it’s just a warped mirror so people are indoctrinating themselves. how would you even deprogram someone from that.

a senior production editor role for £25k?? be so for serious right now.

anyone want to form a lupine racing team with me? looks like a laugh

it’s just like, how many times can you go out of your comfort zone trying to arrange new friendship opportunities in a new city and then have people cancel or not show up before you just commit to solitude avec dog forever you know

gasp! whump, a scruffy dog with a single brain cell, and noah and the whale! my millennial kryptonite! #superman

The Labour MPs featured in this story, about a project celebrating the centenary of suffrage campaigners who used serious disruption and criminal damage to demand change, later removed their sashes to go and vote to ban Palestine Action for similar direct action tactics www.bbc.com/news/article...

if tiktok has shown me anything it’s how many people are out there just living with the fire alarm low battery beep and I am *desperately* not okay about it

sometimes I contemplate the fact that if he’d been born 50 years later charles manson would definitely have had a podcast

endless sneering thinkpieces about how young people would be rich if they just went without coffee and avocados but suggest that millionaires could forego the price of a Hermes handbag a year and suddenly it’s gnashing of teeth, rending of garments, wailing women, the enemy is at the gates 🙄

few relationships more rock steady than the absolute strangers with whom you exchange daily pokemon go gifts

the dog is quite happy zooming around the garden and accepting my offerings of chicken stuffed with antibiotics, whilst i stumbled around stress crying with a camera roll full of pictures of her bottom and the vet on speed dial. i posit i am more in need of medical intervention than she.

i have to believe that anyone who went down in that titan sub is still hearing that insane microwave popcorn soundtrack of the hull cracked in their nightmares. i only heard it for a few seconds on tv and its haunting me.

new day, fresh horrors, all headlines now arriving in my brain in the screeching voice of Dennis Reynolds discovering the second war

tell you what I need some hard hitting investigative journalism on and that’s whatever crack ramona is putting into her hummus

beating myself up for being absolutely exhausted and lazy and cretinous and then remembering like, i am actually quite sick and have 3 specialists on my case and maybe experiencing the fatigue that is one of the major symptoms is a real thing actually and therefore probably okay to acknowledge 🤷‍♀️

im not gonna get into it but chatgpt and ozempic have the same vibe to me

so about 6 weeks ago I had what felt like a very positive first interview with one of the Big 5 publishers and since then…crickets. straight up ghosted. are we really at this point where you don’t even get a rejection message after interviews anymore? fucking disheartening, innit.

Today’s anti-depression side quest was a little gallery circle to search for comedy cherubs and I absolutely scored gold with this Flemish masterpiece which contains both a vampire bébé with feet for hands doing a murder and a hench boi in a tree doing some undetermined creepy cherub business.

eurgh i cannot sleep because im mad about ai some more

je ne regrette rien being sung in english for the pepsi commercial has made me irrationally depressed idk

the delightful fizzy feeling of finding new people hating on a little life - yes besties, let’s get drinks and slander that book to ashes

you think these couples who go on reality shows and display the most toxic dysfunctional relationship traits, their family and friends watch after and are like…yeah, girl, get out.

an approximate 13 year old boy, in the presence of all his school friends, just said he liked my Paddington jacket so, you know, that’s the real shit right there

did a thing

the sisterhood that is making eye contact as you are both silently but dramatically mouthing along to 4 Non-Blondes on opposite sides of the bar

not saying that was a stressful meeting with my line manager followed by an even more stressful vets appointment but I am eating an entire family sized trifle I got half price at the Co-op so…draw your own conclusions.

just seen the picture of that woman with her cigar and her smug gloating and I am shaking with rage. what a fucking monstrous excuse for a soul she has. what a rancid crusade to dedicate yourself to. utterly shameful.

I think it’s quite lovely that the Notre-Dame fire became this opportunity for celebration of master craftspeople, and the rebuild has been almost a centuries spanning conversation between the original builders and now.

absolutely outrageous that sometimes I am required to be able to read my own handwriting…

in other news i think i am going to retain the services of an etsy witch to visit some sort of unpleasant itching disease upon sam mendes because that beatles casting is an absolute crime

far too many recent post about tedious sickness things and not enough about how my dog is a silly little goose. consider this my reset.

5 year anniversary of long covid, day 6 of a furiously bad migraine. not saying I’m on the struggle bus but I did have to cook my emergency bougatsa this morning.

migraine got me like

pour one out for deliveroo drivers, truly the knights in shining armour of the lone migraine sufferer

there’s a very particular click-zzzzzzzzzzp series in an mri scan that I feel really gives me insight into the lived experience of paper in a dot matrix printer. iykyk.

“You know if you keep chickens in a cage, and then let them out into a field and they get confused and flap about strangely and get caught on things? That’s sort of how your ribcage feels.” <—— a genuine thing my osteopath said to me today. Fun.

not for nothing but have we checked what AI does if you ask it to play tic-tac-toe?

not for nothing but have we checked what AI does if you ask it to play tic-tac-toe?

unrelated to the play but my outfit was very good today, just sayin

Fascinating Merchant of Venice - Antonio appears as tech finance millionaire type in skinny suit and tshirt, bare ankles and white trainers and immediately a very different lens through which you view his business, his money, his bros. Modern Shakespeare can try too hard but this was a corker.

I didn’t set out to match my dinner to my book…