Mil Millington
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Mil Millington
@milmillington.bsky.social
Chap.
If you wanted to buy any of my novels from some sort of book-selling place, then, OK, I wouldn't try to stop you. But I'm not going to give you links to them. It would be unseemly.
Most of my earphones beep to confirm Bluetooth. But my running earphones have this slightly creepy confirmation; like there's a somewhat sinister, 'And we both know what *that* means...' subtext.
I rather approve of this sort of thing. Trains and lifts should use Vincent Price and The Hooded Claw.
November 9, 2025 at 11:30 AM
Watch, if you can bear it (it isn't the whole process: that would be actionably traumatic). I copied files from an old DVD today. Things might move 'too fast' nowadays, but I could not go back to when things were this *excruciating slow* - watching the progress bar you can feel the universe cooling.
November 5, 2025 at 11:30 AM
Clever. The Five Guys restaurant¹ warped the table legs, so that you can have a really authentic-feeling 'Eating While Sailing On Roughs Seas' experience.
(¹'Restaurant'. Arf. Not a place I'd choose to go but, "Did I see you coming into Five Guys in Birmingham last night?" *is* *always* hilarious.)
October 15, 2025 at 10:30 AM
Con: I have a cold.
Pro: It's gone to my throat, and brought *so* much sexiness along for the ride. Seriously, right now, in a pitch black room, I'd be damn near irresistible, right?
Right?
Yeah... you know I'm right.
October 13, 2025 at 10:15 AM
If there's a wastebasket within 1 to 22 feet, and you have a wastebasketable item in hand, it's psychologically impossible not to attempt to basket it with a deft throw (like in the schoolgirl game of netball). But I just realised that I also - with a lidded bin - *have* to bin the item one-handed.
October 12, 2025 at 10:45 AM