“They were being rowdy, roaring at each other, effin’ and jeffin’ and all sorts.” Policeman writing in spiral bound notepad, “Suspects effreying and jeffreying.”
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“Grok, assemble a catalogue of all of my animated desktop wallpapers. Replace the anime girls with me wearing cool space armour.”
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Had a dream that I was on secondment working for the UK government. They told me that they’d found the Loch Ness monster, but they had to cover it up because she was technically next in the order of succession instead of Charles and they didn’t think the public could take it. Not in my dream book.
The induction for these long-hours unpaid internships will be shaving their heads and getting barcode tattoos, learning to answer to “47”
i encourage all of you, regardless of your age, to not take this shit advice
The thing that bugs me most about this is how many local businesses trade well on people who want to support a wee local business. It’s wild to so openly demonstrate that your business doesn’t have the same feeling about paying a wee local artist…
Hello local business, your AI ads are costing you customers: aftermath.site/ai-poster-ad-f...
Born under the sign of the spear, so I was
guys im in the 97th percentile of least polish accounts on this site
Going back to writing a blog like the good old days. Todays is a quick summer update on street games I’ve played and local newspapers that have covered them <3 mcenteg.art/summer-2026-...
Ruminating at great length before looking up at the attendees of my symposium, “Consider, if you will… Sheffield Thursday.” Uproar, a wall of sound, I am bludgeoned to death by thrown notebooks.
Lovely to see this coverage of the capoeira games that have been going on in Dublin over the last few weeks. Pictured: Me (arse first) being schooled by the inimitable Mestre Jamaica
Fighting on O’Connell Street has never been so fun: The last few weeks, beneath the statue of Father Mathew, behind the Spire, groups of capoeristas have been practising their Brazillian martial art and game.
Boys only want one thing* and it’s fucking disgusting *Nespresso machine that has a bolt action to load the pod, ejects the spent capsule with the sound of an M1 Garand ping
Arcade cabinets are standing desks for games and that’s why Street Fighter players’ posture has declined so aggressively since the nineties
“Parasol” is a perfectly serviceable wood, but I gravitate towards “sunbrella” all the same
Lads, I’m coming around to the idea of a ban all social media. Let the last remaining feed be RSS.
Thomas House of Dublin exhibiting the pro-human solidarity that all of us should demonstrate.
Exclusively drinking whiskey sours now, because the egg whites make it technically a protein shake
I simply believe that, if one’s net worth exceeds a trillion dollars, an orbital laser should immediately start steering a beam directly towards your current location
@ronanhession.bsky.social I think I saw you peek into a capoeira training yesterday evening on North Great George’s Street. Ended up trying to explain Leonard and Hungry Paul to a Brazilian friend
The core appeal of the Backrooms, conceptually, is that a limitless indoor space, even if addled with ineffable horrors, would really go a long way towards resolving our current housing issues
I got a dog and so far I’ll say this, it’s been the single fastest way to dramatically increase the volume of hair I eat day to day. (However, I love her)
“We designed a robot that can dance!” “It can’t dance. It’s just moving. It’s not expressing anything.” “That’s what I think dance is!” “It has fallen and lacks even the animus to know it should stand.”
If there is any justice in the world, there’ll be a camera on Bryan Johnson when his body finally gives up and, at age sixty, spontaneously sloughs apart into its component liquids
Me: They should really just outlaw cruise ships… She: Because of the hantavirus? Me, looking up from my collection of David Foster Wallace essays: The what?
Me: I know you can be antipodean, but can you just be podean? She, without missing a beat: I think you can in Europe?
“I’ve got the mockups of our massive homunculus, boss. Looks like complete shit, just like you asked.”
"The Giant has the potential to be something much more meaningful than any good idea. A lasting monument to all of our regrets." I wrote about why we must build the robot golem.
My brother shared this in the family whatsapp so coming to a work place near you the best email ever
A little semiotic delicacy I was served this morning