Friday, December 9th, 2022
Thursday, December 8th, 2022
Going to San Diego. brb
Wednesday, December 7th, 2022
I decided to listen to what the universe was trying to tell me.
Turns out the universe is mostly just sick and tired of being anthropomorphised.
Tuesday, December 6th, 2022
I’m not worried about AI coming for our jobs.
I’m worried about AI coming for our hobbies.
Rather than tone-policing what I write, might I suggest just not following me in the first place? Then you’re guaranteed not to see any more snark from me.
People posting screenshots of AI-generated images and text, like parents proudly pinning their toddler’s latest scribblings on the fridge door.
Monday, December 5th, 2022
Fuck—and I cannot emphasise this strongly enough—cancer.
Saturday, December 3rd, 2022
Today was Salter Cane band practice day with our new drummer, Matthew, who is excellent—it felt soooo good to play as a four piece again!
I’ve been feeling exactly what Colly articulates here:
I’m aware that smart friends still tweet passing thoughts without a care, and I can’t understand why. Some seem happy to repost damning articles about the situation and then carry on tweeting without a care.
Thursday, December 1st, 2022
(And, by the way, I really, really, really appreciate all the work that you and others have done for years that has led to this!)
It was, I believe, said in anger but not in malice.
I’m just kind of stewing on the way that, of all the comparisons to make, it’s the one that gets increasingly more insulting as events unfold.
A few weeks back, a friend likened something I said to what Elon Musk would say.
They retracted, but with each of Musk’s unhinged proclamations, the insult grows like a virus.
I’m honestly not sure our friendship can get past it.
Fourteen years ago on this day I wrote about how one of my Flickr photos ended up in the first Marvel movie:
Wednesday, November 30th, 2022
Oh, my notes have always worked like that. Different to my blog.
That’s got to be your new profile pic.