There’s (slightly) fewer cunts on here.

What phone is that?

I was watching this Janus Cycle video at the weekend, and god it made me wish I could buy a folding keyboard case for my Pixel 9.

It’s a roll, mate. Baps are tits, WAHEY!

As @silasmariner@programming.dev has already noted, there’s no such thing as a “good Spoons”. They’re all McDonald’s for beer.

But if you need to differentiate between two, you’d use their location.

That is: “Meet at Spoons by the station for a pre-town sesh, yeah?”

Or: “We were in Spoons next to Nandos. We’d had some cheeky piri piri and Damo went and shat himself when he necked a Stella! Absolute scenes, mate. Pure bants.”

There’s only one Spoons near me. It’s called Spoons.

I’m calling foul. There’s no way an absolute ledge would call it “the Spoons”. It’s just “Spoons”.

Not that I’d drink there, mind. Fucking Brexit Arms.

Does it count that I have four computers running Linux because I can’t help myself?

Thing with Vegemíté is that it’s like Marmite, but not fucking awful.

Vegemíté, as pronounced by Gloria in Modern Family.

Every time I open the cupboard that has a jar, it brings me joy.

I lay completely still. Properly, completely still. I focus all my energy on not moving a single muscle besides what I need to breathe.

Then, while doing that, I try to conjure up elaborate fantasy scenes in my mind.

9 times out of 10 I’m gone within five minutes.

First time I DJd, I cleared the floor because I really wanted to hear Angel on big, club speakers.

No ragerts.

65daysofstatic - Wild Light

But the FLAC version I have, obviously.

That album is a masterpiece, as far as I’m concerned. I will never tire of it, and it really gives my speakers a workout.

Perhaps most women wouldn’t, but Bill Cosby might.

LEAVE ME ALONE

I for one am shocked by this revelation. Shocked.

Meanwhile, my supplier, Southern Water, lose tens of millions of litres of water every day through leaks they ‘don’t have the money to repair’, while happily throwing out enormous bonuses.

So you’ll forgive me if I tell them to stuff it up their arseholes, so I can continue having nice flowers in my garden, in a world where everything else feels like it’s falling to shit.

Fair play, this is top quality confidently incorrect material.

Of course!

Here’s last week’s.

I was studying for a radio production degree exactly at the point where radio station budgets were rapidly shrinking, while podcasting was growing. But obviously the degree course didn’t really have any podcasting in the syllabus because it was relatively new. Home streaming wasn’t really a thing at that point either, so we go no tuition on how to set up our own output.

Radio is massively different now than it was then. So yeah, I hear ya.