A fly has entered (my house). No flies will leave. #timeforagoodRaid-ing
A Man Called Keith
@angryduck78.bsky.social
All the information you need is in the name, really. Pro-cats. Pro-intelligence. Probiotic.
In this area, I often see 'walking bus' school trips. 60 odd kids escorted by nervous-looking teachers and volunteers. Surely there's an acceptable tolerance on how many you have to give back at the end of the day? 60 kids +/- 2 maybe? I think that would be pragmatic and more calming for the staff.
airbnb I’m staying at unintentionally created the toughest punk album cover of 2027
Walking around a food festival in the park when @valleyguitarist.bsky.social starts giggling at this WELL SHIT ALIEN PIZZA
I've washed the car, which, although a sort of chore, is a kind of zen meditative thing for me, plus you get a shiny car at the end of it to go to work in on Monday. The other task I set myself for today is to sort out the waste on the upstairs bathroom sink because it leaks a little bit sometimes.
Petition: Ban the sale and consumption of alcohol in House of Commons venues I would like the House of Commons to ban the sale and consumption of alcohol within House of Commons venues on the Parliamentary estate. petition.parliament.uk/petitions/76...
Petition: Ban the sale and consumption of alcohol in House of Commons venues
I would like the House of Commons to ban the sale and consumption of alcohol within House of Commons venues on the Parliamentary estate.
petition.parliament.uk
I know it's needless marketing, but I secretly enjoy the ridiculous nature of big-name dishwasher detergent pod / pouch things. You have a section or two of powder with little coloured hundreds and thousands speckled through, a hemisphere of green goo and a Trivial Pursuits wedge of a yellow syrup.
Black Sea, a Jude Law from 2014, is not too bad. There is some annoyingly contrived plot work here and there and some 'of it's time' cgi.
I have a semi-urgent trip to the dentist this morning to get an inlay glued back in / on. On a Saturday. Not quite the way I expected today to go, but respect to the toof doc. being on the tools today.
If you were me, where would you have left your Geiger counter? Yes, of course I own one, don't you? You've met me, right? I just want to *know*, you know? In the event of stuff and things happening.
You know that list of things you don't expect to find by your kitchen door when you get home from work?
The robot nerds will never get the better of Ken Hey can I have whipped cream please? Cheng.
unfollowing everyone on linkedin except this guy
I quite enjoy the music of Glen Hansard, and I remember stashing away a copy of Once to show my then girlfriend because I thought it was sweet and romantic. She didn't give two shits about it. RIP.
A day in a small room with 5 other people. With no air conditioning (the room principally, but the people were also not themselves air conditioned). Just off a very sunlit courtyard.
One of those days on which, if I went with how crap I felt and how little sleep I've had immediately on 'waking', I would simply flick the telly on and not leave bed. However, there is an all day off-site meeting, so sunrise finds me shoveling in sugar, carbs and caffeine and hoping for the best.
A child has been left scream-crying in a neighbouring house for about 30 minutes now. I might go and break in and give it a mars bar or something. Babies like those, right?
I was annoyingly productive this morning - I did a thing for work I've been putting off for ages but is due on Wednesday, which is the equivalent of mucking about all weekend then copying the smart kid's homework on the school bus on a Monday morning. But of course, I never did anything like that.
Are they gonna, like, fly some water into Gatwick then?
I think the rice cooker is my second favourite kitchen appliance after the toaster. And the coffee machine. Anyway, tonight I'm trying a recipe for fake egg-fried rice from the Utoob.
I did something nice for my body and took it out for a walk earlier (a pointless visit to Wickes, but that isn't what this is about). My reward so far has been two calf muscle cramps. I don't know its name exactly, I'm not a medical type; at the front that lifts your foot up at the ankle joint.
Assuming 'everyone' includes myself: Professor Hannah Fry, for reasons. Or failing that Penelope Keith.
You suddenly get a narrator describing your life and there’s no way to turn it off - everyone can hear it. While shopping, at work, at home, with friends - the voice narrating your every move goes on. Who do you hope is the voice of this narrator?
FB memories usually destroys me with pictures of the ex that shattered my little froggy heart. Today it's the car I regret selling.
I've just had 'scented fabric softener for men' marketed at me on insta. A new unnecessary niche is born. But srsly, £8 for 30 washes - do I look like a domestically challenged idiot?