2022s
Choosing Peter Capaldi to narrate a nature documentary builds in a vague irritation at humanity’s stupidity…
My big lesson from yesterday’s Platinum Jubilee street party is that I’m now officially too old for afternoon drinking.
My most common typo for “metaverse” is “meat verse” which is ironic, given that it’s pretty much the exact opposite…
So, by botching a Spotlight search for Teams, I accidentally opened a search for “teacup puppies”.
I win the internet today.
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Finished reading: From the Mull to the Cape by Richard Guise 📚
A pleasant enough read. Entertaining in place, interesting in others. But a few rather ill-judged attempts at humour made me wince. Good enough that I’ll likely read another of his cycling adventure memoirs.
I found out today that one of my good university / student magazine buddies passed away some weeks ago. Regretting deeply phone calls not made, chats postponed too long and which will now never happen.
Netflix’s itchy cancellation finger has made me less and less likely to start watching a new series there. Our subscription is safe for now, but it won’t take too many more series abruptly truncated without resolution before it’ll be heading for the chopping block.
I might get used to these “swimming pool by 7.30am” Sunday starts.
Today is not the day that happens.
Well, yes, you need to protect your magazine brand. But maaaaaybe check that the business hasn’t been using the name longer than you have…
