I'm gonna reward myself when I finish today's tasks by commissioning art from @annijyn.com

Like a bird On the wire Like a drunk In a midnight aisle I have tried In my way To crunch cheese.

I'm in a battle to the death with sentence case and just yelled "don't be fucking stupid" a particularly egregious example so it's definitely time to stretch.

Unsolicited dik-dik pic.

White evangelical US Christians are absolutely evil and abusive.

Apparently she told their 3 year old daughter that Charlie is on a work trip with Jesus to afford the toddler’s blueberry habit and there are at minimum four levels of fucked in how she handled that

Sometimes I forget what a terrible Jew I am and then @mandycollins.bsky.social sends a message wishing me shana tovah and I reply with: "Oh fuck is it Rosh Hashana?" Sorry paternal ancestors.

Sometimes I forget what a terrible Jew I am and then @mandycollins.bsky.social sends a message wishing me shana tovah and I reply with: "Oh fuck is it Rosh Hashana?" Sorry paternal ancestors.

My wife sent me this screenshot earlier with the caption "look it's you" and I hate that she's right.

The only time I miss Cape Town Twitter is when there's a thunderstorm. Rare enough that most of my TL would just be "OMG was that lightning" for an hour. 😂 (There's a thunderstorm here! I saw lightning!)

Looking back through old playlists: "Oooh I wonder what the vibe is? Oh, it's 'songs that hurt my feelings in 2009'. This one? Ah, 'songs that hurt my feelings in 1997'. And this must be...yup, 'songs that hurt my feelings last year'." At least I have a strong personal brand.

Muse features twice on my list of "brilliant music use in a movie songs. Sorry, but "Supermassive Black Hole" was perfect for sparkly vampire baseball. And "Madness " was used in the reveal in a haunting Criminal Minds episode about a "gay conversion" centre. So, so good.

My wife sent me this screenshot earlier with the caption "look it's you" and I hate that she's right.

Looking back through old playlists: "Oooh I wonder what the vibe is? Oh, it's 'songs that hurt my feelings in 2009'. This one? Ah, 'songs that hurt my feelings in 1997'. And this must be...yup, 'songs that hurt my feelings last year'." At least I have a strong personal brand.

The last time the world ended, on 21 December 2012, I was more hungover than I've ever been in my life, sitting in a garage Wimpy in Bloemfontein watching a table of about 24 people praying very loudly, wondering if I'd died the previous night in the Mystic Boer and this was hell.

"Come Undone" is the better Duran Duran song than "Ordinary World" WHICH ONE OF YOU BITCHES WANTS TO FIGHT ME

Spent an afternoon laughing with (and at) old friends and some newer pals. If one must experience the horrors of being perceived, let it at least be with good people.

Spotted on a house in Magazine Street, New Orleans

The last time the world ended, on 21 December 2012, I was more hungover than I've ever been in my life, sitting in a garage Wimpy in Bloemfontein watching a table of about 24 people praying very loudly, wondering if I'd died the previous night in the Mystic Boer and this was hell.

Is Sarah Michelle Gellar on here? I have an idea for the Buffy reboot: a long-suffering insurance agent who has to investigate all the weird deaths in Sunnydale* and approve or deny pay-outs. *Or wherever it's set this time

Is Sarah Michelle Gellar on here? I have an idea for the Buffy reboot: a long-suffering insurance agent who has to investigate all the weird deaths in Sunnydale* and approve or deny pay-outs. *Or wherever it's set this time

Sometimes it'd be nice if I didn't retain sharp, vivid memories linked to music, because hearing an obscure song shouldn't instantly remind me of the first woman who broke my heart 25 years ago. 😂

Every time I draw cartoon characters punching each other’s lights out, I’m actually encouraging and also literally doing violence. If I draw the Baba Yaga eating a baby, I’m literally advocating cannibalism and also doing meal-planning. Were Bluesky’s guidelines written by twelve-year-olds?

Brb, sending extremely rude emails to clients about what they can do with their deadlines.

Apparently the rapture is happening on Wednesday and now I'm like should I even bother folding my laundry if I'm going to be fighting to avoid eternal damnation on Thursday?

Sure the new moderation policy doesn't make any sense, but all of us on this website are already in violation of another, higher rule

For sheer vocal brilliance, I challenge you to find a better duet than "Crying" by Roy Orbison and k.d. lang.

Spotted on a house in Magazine Street, New Orleans

This will probably happen less now that my "uniform" isn't jeans and blazers but it has scarred me for life because, apart from anything else, I'm actually funny.

No, it wasn't and no she shouldn't. Largely because she's clearly an A-grade arsehole but also because when she's in the public eye I have to deal with total strangers asking if I'm Ellen.

Hey everyone when last did you listen to Catatonia? "Mulder and Scully" popped up on shuffle and I immediately started grinning like a loon. What a tune.

Now, more than ever, I miss Shuhada' Sadaqat's moral clarity and fearlessness. Can you imagine the music she'd be making and the rallying cry she'd provide in a world gone mask-off fascist? (I'm talking about Sinéad O'Connor for anyone who forgot she changed her name after converting to Islam.)

🎧 The Click Song open.spotify.com/track/329ss7...

No, it wasn't and no she shouldn't. Largely because she's clearly an A-grade arsehole but also because when she's in the public eye I have to deal with total strangers asking if I'm Ellen.

Unexpectedly wholesome moment: my neighbour is a nice guy, likes rugby, drinks beer, comes across as a basic white fellow. He just sent me a WhatsApp with a link to an LP video because apparently my music was so loud he worked out my taste. Wouldn't have clocked him for an LP fan!

I cannot overstate how good it is for my mental health to ignore my phone from Friday night to late Saturday afternoon. I play the day by ear, listen to music, daydream, run errands if I feel like it. If you've got the option to unplug for a day a week? Do it.

I cannot overstate how good it is for my mental health to ignore my phone from Friday night to late Saturday afternoon. I play the day by ear, listen to music, daydream, run errands if I feel like it. If you've got the option to unplug for a day a week? Do it.

Now, more than ever, I miss Shuhada' Sadaqat's moral clarity and fearlessness. Can you imagine the music she'd be making and the rallying cry she'd provide in a world gone mask-off fascist? (I'm talking about Sinéad O'Connor for anyone who forgot she changed her name after converting to Islam.)

Hayley Williams has a song on her new album about being an eldest daughter and, wow, Hayley, just tag me next time. 💀

Generalized Anxiety Disorder is like

Everybody get outta my way, it's TIME TO SKEDADDLE! Shabbat shalom, folks.

I sent my beloved the new Sarah McLachlan duet with Katie Gavin, who we both adore, because the lyrics are extremely soppy and remind me of us as a couple:

I bought a three-card reading from the lovely @inigopurcell.bsky.social and found it fascinating - I'm not familiar with tarot/oracle cards but I'm always keen to try different ways of engaging with my self and brain. Highly recommend.

medrautmordion.co.uk Bit of a crossing the streams thing for me (hence interactions off), but when not being... well, the kind of person I am here I also read Tarot and Oracle cards. Mostly as a way of reflecting on where you are now, not divination. This now has a website.

If anyone needs me I'll be lying on my floor babbling about sentence vs title case and drinking cherry ale through a straw so I don't have to sit up.

Google Doc wants me to "fix" grammar by changing "a request" to "an request" FML.

Somebody should write a horror novel about a teenager navigating life using only Cosmo relationship and sex tips from the late 1990s.

School discos were already a horror without also wondering whether everyone could now tell I was a bad shag. (Reader, at 16 I had no idea what made a shag good or bad, given that nobody wanted to shag me.)

I was an avid Cosmo reader as a teen and became utterly fixated on one casual "fact": you can tell if someone is a good shag by how they dance.

I wish I was a little bit taller. I wish I was a baller. I wish my dogs could use a vacuum cleaner. I wish a distant relative I never knew existed would die and leave their millions to the 7th daughter of the 2nd son, who would turn out to be me. I wish I had a rabbit in a hat am I doing this right?