Tales from the Bitface

What the hell was that ridiculous picture Letterboxd sent for The Italian Job? Nothing to do with anything that happens in the film. Guy in a chair with a machine-gun and a half-naked woman with a street plan drawn on her back?

Deleted from my post, but the Letterboxd link above has it.

August, so my daughter tells me, slipped away like a bottle of wine.

Minute Cryptic - 25 August, 2025

“Forger’s initial on map - it shows treasure spot! Buried gold is fake…” (4)

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I scored: 2 under par

www.minutecryptic.com

I find this kind of horrifying: Denmark’s state-run postal service will no longer deliver letters. And I can see Britain’s Royal Mail going to same way.

It feels like we’d be cut off, in kind of a way. I mean I don’t know when I last sent a letter, but still.

I mean, Christmas cards!

I read Doc Searls’s piece, How about ASO, for Attention Surfeit Order?. I was sure I had used that expression, or one like it, on my blog. A quick search led me to a 2006 post about attention in various senses, which has ‘Attention surfeit disorder?’ as a subheading. The amusing part was that in that subsection, I referenced Doc Searls.

Continually making decisions is cognitively taxing. That’s why we gravitate to morality systems like religion, the Free Software Foundation, and CAMRA.

That line amused me in The Vegan Morality Policy by Terence Eden.

Obviously my last books post should have had ‘Cracked’ not ‘Carcked’ in the title. Fixed now, but visible forever in the URL.

The New York Times Connections is getting harder. Or I’m getting worse at it. That’s two Saturdays in a row I haven’t got any rows. I only do it at weekends, and not always then, but still.

What the hell is a ‘brad’? And ‘spike’? Come on. (I’d say more, but spoilers, you know.)

Wimbledon without line judges: do not appprove. Makes the court look weirdly empty; drains some of the drama; and puts people out of a job. Presumably not their actual occupation, their career, but still.

Bring back the line judges!