Watched: Sliding Doors 🎥

I already posted about this, but I’m trying out Micro.blog’s new movies feature here.


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.


180 pages in, and it’s only publication day. My local bookshop got my preorder in early and let me collect it.

Took the dustjacket off because it’s fiddly to hold.


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)

🟣🟣🟣🟣🟣🟣🟣

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!


I see, the stand with multiple microphones has both a harmonica attached, and different quality mikes, like a lo-fi one to get that loudhailer effect. Even though there’s an actual loadhailer on the keyboards to one side.


Wait, Neil just has an ordinary stand with a single mike now. Was I hallucinating the great cluster of them a few minutes ago?


Well they may not be Crazy Horse, but they’re still pretty damn hot. And Neil himself is in incredible voice.


Just switched to the Glastonbury live feed. Why have Neil Young’s non-Crazy Horse band got such weird mike stands? And why has Neil himself got like fifteen mikes? Very strange.


This must be the latest I’ve set the hammock up since I got it in… oh, 2020?



Ah, my Letterboxd post finally made it. Just a lag in the feed handling, I suppose.


My Latest Letterboxd post hasn’t synced to Micro.blog (and hence my blog), and I can’t get iCloud photos to sync to my Mac. Or not all of them yet, at least.

Everything’s not quite working. Maybe it’s the heat. 31°C here in London at the moment.


A fortnight in Canada, a long weekend camping in Somerset, and a couple of days back at work. Couple of film notes and now a Crucial Track. Off we go, then, with a Summer of Blogging.

(Or not, let’s wait and see.)