Microposts
Well, damn. As the only one in my immediate family never to have had it, I really thought I was going to get away with it.
Also I don’t really like the #NotMyKing hashtag that some republican campaigners have been using. It implies either that someone else should be king, or that there is or could be someone who is ‘my king’. Republicans believe no one should be king. Or queen.
Did anyone else get heavy Cybermen vibes from the royal funeral parade? All the slow marching with a drumbeat on every step? Everyone in time, rocking from side to side…
I no longer follow anyone on Twitter that I haven’t met, but I’m thinking of making an exception for this glorious translator between modern slang and business-speak:
It’s not yet the end of March. I’ve just put the cushions on the outdoor chairs, and put the umbrella up to shade me from the sun as I sit in the garden drinking coffee. I’m about to cut the grass. And I can hear seagulls.
Mildly amusing that no one noticed the obvious mistake in my last post/tweet. Or they were too polite to say. It’s still visible on Twitter, fixed on my site.
Wordle on my phone is still at the original site. But my partner’s goes to the NYT. There’s no obvious reason for the difference, and there has been no practical difference.
Today we got different words. Mine, both obscure and not even an allowed word on the NYT. What?!
On this date of many ‘2’s (but just wait till the 22nd), here’s a nice sunset for you.
So if I run brew install python-tk, which should let me build basic GUI apps on Mac with Python, it says:
Error: python@3.9: the bottle needs the Apple Command Line Tools to be installed.
You can install them, if desired, with:
xcode-select --install
And running xcode-select --installgives me the following dialogue:
80 hours! To install some command-line tools!
(In fact it soon dropped to a more sensible 8 minutes, via 13, but still.)
My phone just reminded me that my dissertation is due right now. Which wouldn’t have been a very useful reminder if I had been planning to submit today, but had somehow – incredibly! – forgotten.
Luckily I’ve got a two-week extension. I plan to actually submit in the next two or three days, though.
Book me a front-row seat:
The Matrix Resurrections in theaters and on HBO Max December 22 #TheMatrixMovie pic.twitter.com/USY3CKSgXq
— The Matrix Resurrections (@TheMatrixMovie) September 9, 2021
… because the new The Matrix movie looks incredible.
(I know the front row isn’t the best place to sit.)
Just found a typo in my diss: ‘Jeff the sandman,’ instead of soundman. Should probably be two words, ‘sound man,’ but anyway, an unexpected @NeilHimself-esque touch.
Today is Irony Day: Wetherspoon’s short on some beers as Brexit affects deliveries.
They blame ‘lack of lorry drivers and strike action.’ Hadn’t heard about a strike; does it exist? And more importantly, what on Earth could have caused a lack of drivers???
I sent my CV to a recruiter today, for the first time in a long time. Dissertation due in less than a fortnight, so I have to start thinking about what’s next.
In an ideal world I’d be able to make a living from writing. This was a programming-type recruiter, though.
My parents taught me to always give to the RNLI when they’re collecting, because of how important and dangerous the sea is. Lifeboat crews deserve all our support.
Some idiots don’t think so. Instead they want our seaborne heroes to let people drown if they don’t have the right papers.
Fuck that shit, and fuck those people.
There was a remarkable sporting event yesterday.
We learned that Roger Federer is human, and ageing.
Turns out The Killing is a pretty good TV show. Who knew? We’re five episodes in, and I’m wondering how they can make this first season last for 20.
It’s all on BBC iPlayer at the moment, which is nice.