Week 233: knob
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Some work. The website gets less and less shit, and better at calculating the lateness (or otherwise) of a bus, and it turns out that computers are faster than I sometimes imagine them to be.
Thereās a regular spike in traffic at around every 2am. I didnāt have much logging set up, letās say for privacy reasons, but some of the unsuccessful requests are for URLs ending in things like
%23map
(#map
URL-encoded) which is a sign of a new kind of badly-programmed crawler/bot. And now Iāve some better (still privacy-preserving) logging set up in readiness for the next morning, to investigate further, and I can hardly wait. -
Bought a new toilet brush a few weeks ago. (I agree that toilet brushes are horrible and ought to be unnecessary, but so are many things in life.) Went to the local branch of Argos just as it was closing forever, so I had to go to a different one. Now the problem is I canāt bring myself to soil the nice new toilet brush, so I canāt throw away the yucky old toilet brush.
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Increasingly frustrated the with stickiness of the Fellow Stagg kettleās power button/knob (see previous discussion), I followed the manufacturerās instructions to remove it for cleaning. (See also this video.) There was a tiny piece of debris which I blew away. I noticed that pressing the naked metal core with my bare finger was just as unreliable as pressing the assembled plastic had been ⦠but once Iād reassembled it (which was slightly tricky), I found it worked more reliably. Brilliant.
(Itās still a bit less than 100% reliable, which is infinitely worse than the switch on any normal electric kettle.)
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To Future Islands (previously mentioned here in 2019). Sad to learn that frontman Samuel T. Herring is an Evertonian, but no oneās perfect. The physicality of his performance was everything I hoped it would be; his movement around the stage is especially good if your view is obscured by a concrete pillar.
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šŗ The Following Events Are Based on a Pack of Lies. Iām a bit sick of things being described as ādeliciously darkā, and maybe itās a bit too achingly quirky, all the harpsichord music and title cards, but never mind. Itās got Paul Putner in it.