Month: September 2025
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The real (economic) AI apocalypse is nigh
Cory Doctorow paints a bleak picture of the future world economy in the aftermath of the bursting of the AI bubble. I agree that we're in a bubble, but I'm slightly more-optimistic that we can survive it without a total economic catastrophe.
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We made it to the end of another Bleptember, with a photo every day of my especially-bleppy young doggo.
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A champagne-coloured French Bulldog in a teal jumper lies in a soft brown dog bed in the corner of an office. She looks over her shoulder at the photographer, her tongue sticking pretty-much entirely out in a long blep. In front of her, a handwritten sign is marked with a pawprint and a heart and the words 'Happy Bleptember 2025! See you next year!'
Thanks for coming along for the ride. See you next year!
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Somehow, even when she's alert and focussed, our dog's bleppy tongue makes her look at least a little bit dopey.
It's the Twenty-Ninth of Bleptember; we're almost done for another year!
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A champagne-coloured French Bulldog, with her tongue sticking our, sits upright in a dog bed in the corner of an office.
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It's a little wet and miserable this Twenty-Eighth of Bleptember, but what really perturbed this bleppy doggo was somebody she didn't recognise moving a wheelie-bin outside their house. What could they want? Can they be trusted? Might they have ham? ๐ถ
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At the end of a lead on a wet suburban pavement, a French Bulldog wearing a teal jumper and harness stares into the middle distance, her tongue sticking out.
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Sometimes people connect my unusual name to popular culture. They say things like "Oh, Q like James Bond?" or "Oh, Q like Star Trek?".
I think their choice of franchise tells me more about them than they learn from my answer, which is usually "No, Q like the set of rational numbers."
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Sometimes you're Just Tired. It's been a long week. Happy Twenty-Seventh of Bleptember.
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A half-asleep French Bulldog lies on her side with her tongue resting on the laminate wooden floor.
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Just a mini-blep this Twenty-Sixth of Bleptember, from a certain attention-seeking doggo who insisted on a cuddle from me while I sat in a Zoom meeting.
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A French Bulldog in a teal jumper lies on her back in the arms of a white human, alongside a desk with a computer keyboard. She looks contented and sleepy, and her tongue is slightly sticking-out.
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Wrote note for GC9GTV3 Drive Slowly; Fox Crossing
Checked on on this cache as part of a routine maintenance schedule. All is well, nothing needed here!
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Perhaps it's because I've been away for a couple of days and she's missed me... but this bleppy dog wanted lots of cuddles and reassurance as we prepared for the school run, this Twenty-Fifth of Bleptember.
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An uncertain-looking French Bulldog in a jacket and harness has her tongue gripped in her underbite as the enjoys a hug and scritch from a white human.
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I've spent most of the Twenty-Fourth of Bleptember travelling, but my bleppy doggo got to go out and play with her best dogfriend.
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A pair of jumper-wearing French Bulldogs at play in a grassy meadow. The black one is pouncing the champagne one, who is lying on her back with her tongue sticking out.
Photo courtesy of Lisa from Muddy Paws.
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"What'chu lookin' at?" I'm away from home this Twenty-Third of Bleptember, but managed to snap this epic blep before I left.
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A French Bulldog lies comfortably in a sofa, her tongue stuck out in an enormous blep.
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Attempt #2 to get to Belfast starts... at 3:30am in a Premier Inn in Gatwick. ๐ฅฑ Today, perhaps, I'll catch a plane! ๐ค
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A car park at night.
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After standing completely stationary on the M25 for over an hour and a half and with no end in sight, I'm getting increasingly confident that I'm not going to catch my flight from Gatwick whose gate closes... in half an hour. ๐ข
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Dan stands among stationary cars and other frustrated drivers on a motorway.
Well, fuck.
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Just blepping around the garden this Twenty-Second of Bleptember.
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A French Bulldog with a dorky blep stands amongst overgrown grass and weeds, a large plantpot, and some kids toys.
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Developers just love to take what the Web gives them for free, throw it away, and replace it with something worse.
Today's example, from Open Collective, is a dropdown box: standard functionality provided by the
<select>element. Except they've replaced it with a JS component that, at some screen resolutions, "goes off the top" of the page... while simultaneously disabling the scrollbars so that you can't reach it. ๐คฆโโ๏ธ
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Animation showing a dropdown menu for editing a personal profile on Open Collective. The dropdown menu is implemented using JavaScript, and has a bug that means that at some screen resolutions it goes off-screen and parts of it cannot be seen; because its appearance also disables the scrollbar, there's no way to get to the "missing" parts of the menu.
