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Wasted some time plaintively, arrogantly wondering why I’m not in the list of most active GitHub users in the country. After several times changing my profile’s location string and waiting for the list to update overnight, I finally read the small print and learnt that, to avoid hammering the GitHub API too hard, it doesn’t count people with less than a certain number of followers, it’s a heuristic innit. I could try moving somewhere smaller like Luxembourg, but I’m more likely to start using Codeberg or GitLab more or something.
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Bicycled to the big Tesco. They unaccountably had no greengages, but the largest range of Jason’s Sourdough products I’d ever seen.
On the way there, I noticed the chain slipping and began to dread the bit of bicycle maintenance I needed to do. On the way back, I heard a concerning noise and a spoke had broken on the back wheel, which thanks to this diary-keeping I know last happened near-exactly two years ago. Again it felt like a harsh reminder of my clinical fatness, but mostly I was delighted and relieved to now have enough reasons to employ the services of a professional mechanic, instead of getting my own hands oily.
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Not for any good reason – maybe the age I was when I first encountered it – I don’t like the phrase “the sticks”, as in “out in the sticks” meaning “in the countryside”. This week, I learnt that it’s originally an Americanism, despite now being more popular in British English (see the Google Ngram Viewer), and the closest analogy I can think of is (the band) the Killers.