Zero hangover. I will now always have parm when out in the village.
Zero hangover. I will now always have parm when out in the village.
Never again. Some regions give two free days of transit. Manchester makes it worse.
Fuck this.
Never again. Some regions give two free days of transit. Manchester makes it worse.
Fuck this.
Bob the builder, biting his lower lip: how broken?
Bob the builder, biting his lower lip: how broken?
1) We’ve fucked; and
2) One of us is on the way to the other to fuck again.
1) We’ve fucked; and
2) One of us is on the way to the other to fuck again.
Not sorry, but I’m swiping left when I see this =•.
Not sorry, but I’m swiping left when I see this =•.
Let’s Solomon the copyright act in the UK.
Set the copyright length to 20 years, or less with public dedication.
People who hate Big AI should hate copyright more. The former is a bubble which will pop…
Let’s Solomon the copyright act in the UK.
Set the copyright length to 20 years, or less with public dedication.
People who hate Big AI should hate copyright more. The former is a bubble which will pop…
👏 👏 was
👏 👏 👏 a
👏 👏 👏 👏 day
[ tomorrow’ll be worse ]
👏 👏 was
👏 👏 👏 a
👏 👏 👏 👏 day
[ tomorrow’ll be worse ]
I can laugh now, a fortnight later.
Me, incredibly confused, “it’s just mince meat.” The border police growing increasingly worried.
I can laugh now, a fortnight later.
Me, incredibly confused, “it’s just mince meat.” The border police growing increasingly worried.
My immediate response was “do you want me to do it with you?”
So here I am doing Advent of Code. And for the first few days it’s going to be on an iPad with a Bluetooth keyboard.
Aren’t I a good friend?
My immediate response was “do you want me to do it with you?”
So here I am doing Advent of Code. And for the first few days it’s going to be on an iPad with a Bluetooth keyboard.
Aren’t I a good friend?
Two coffees, seven strawberries, a protein bar, and a fucktonne of cortisol.
Tomorrow is clean up, and recovery. Immediately though I’m about to self-flagellate by going to Barry’s. It’s butt day.
Two coffees, seven strawberries, a protein bar, and a fucktonne of cortisol.
Tomorrow is clean up, and recovery. Immediately though I’m about to self-flagellate by going to Barry’s. It’s butt day.