I’ve been called “Tim” twice in emails already today, and it’s not even 10am on Monday.

Why?

Do I seem like a “Tim” so much it overrides my actual name?


I’m beginning to get the hang of keeping my Mastodon instance updated. Not as easy as, say, Ghost. But not as bad as I feared.


An awful lot of people on the internet seem to be under the illusion that being nasty to people online makes them a better person. Being nasty does more harm to you than the person you’re targeting, online or offline.


Storm brewing in the deer park.

A grassy field with patches of bare soil is bordered by leafless trees under a dark, cloudy sky.A solitary tree stands on a green grassy field under a cloudy sky, with a cluster of taller trees in the background.


Feeling slightly guilty about how much time importing my huge Twitter archive into micro.blog is taking…


Verily, the bard hath used the roll of Rick.


Blimey. Over 16 year of Twitter use has generated a near 1Gb data file.


Reach for the sky.

A tall tree with dense green foliage extends upward against a clear blue sky with a few scattered white clouds.

Probably of marginal interest to the folks here, but I wrote a little about how journalists should be thinking about Mastodon right now.


20 years ago today.

A bride and groom are posing closely together, smiling, with the bride wearing a veil and crown and holding a colorful bouquet.