Looking at the wrong things

Pillbox bingo

I have weird friends. Or rather, they have me and I… No. We have each other and we are all peer-group normal, and this is entirely correct.

633 squadron

Strategein Gegen Clue

It is twenty-six years to the day since I found this image. I don’t know what the weirdest part of the whole thing might be.

Humppa party

Seeing through time / I miss Lavazza Mattino

One of the things that seems to define life events for me is the smell of fresh coffee.

Wind up robot

Towards a theory of the pixie event horizon

Elsenet (as said once in 1995 on The Well, by someone who probably quite liked Bruce Sterling books and had a pile of Mondo 2000 mags) someone was pondering-out-loud (Twitter. It’s a poorly-monitised poorly-realised simulation of what having angry voices inside your head all the time might be like. Christ what a bunch of bastards. Jabber jabber oi oi tits out, etc) about people walloping things to make them work and why do they do that.

Muppetry

One of them days / I dunno mate I just work here.

Oh, computer.

The ancient m/b, which I had managed to keep mostly working by throwing a SSD and lots of memory at, finally couldn’t keep up with the weight of the JS required to make FB work. There’s probably a coin miner deep in there somewhere.

Filthy racket

Techno notice

I’ve been in absolute pieces wrt SOPHIE and I have been struggling for an even slightly rational explanation, but I think it’s about multiple wolves.