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Another week older and I’ve learnt nothing apart from the pronunciations of “Blennerhasset” and “Torpenhow” which have to be some kind of prank.
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The global fuckdown last week led me to the Security Now podcast. (I don’t know if that’s a play on “serenity now”.) (It’s a shame that, since I last heard anything from the TWiT.tv empire it’s part of, they’ve stopped trying to call them “netcasts”.) Now I’m hooked – I’m soothed by the sonorous voice of the guy and the Kermit-ish tones of the security expert.
Listening has made me reflect on my own disaster recovery strategies, which it might be unwise to admit don’t exist. (This sort of thing is a reason why I’ve shied away from offering services in exchange from money – a free-at-the-point-of-delivery ad-supported website feels less stressful if it breaks.) And I’ve written down “robot jobsworth”, which is my name for a thing to stop me impatiently deploying changes without testing them first.
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Had tofu two nights on the trot. Not quite explicably this led me to seek out the Brass Eye–esque title sequence of the Piers Morgan programme, as I recall phrases like “woke insanity” appear in large geometric sans serif lit up by lasers, but pfft/I couldn’t find it. Also I found myself trying to use Google Lens to look up the comfy chairs some nutjobs were sitting on in a video, until I stopped myself – leave it, it’s not worth it, the internet is teeming with more ideologically sound ways to find design-forward furniture, and I’m not even planning to buy any.
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Kid Creole and the Coconuts (a), the London Palladium. “This one goes out to all the illegitimate children…”