Note #27366

I’m looking at a listing for a ¼” to ⅝” screw adapter, for which the seller warns that I should “please allow 1-3cm error”.

A 3cm error would mean that a ⅝” screw could result in a screw thread anywhere between 1⅘” and… minus half an inch, I guess? (I don’t even know how to make the concept of negative lengths fit into my brain.)

I suppose this seller could send me an empty envelope and declare that it contained an infinitesimally small adapter. At which point… I’d be the one that was screwed!

Highlighted item description from an eBay listing. The highlighted section shows that the listing is for a quarter inch to a five-eighth of an inch adapter made of a premium aluminium alloy, and that the buyer should "please allow 1-3cm error due to manual measurement".

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Egencia Mailing List Accessibility

A special level of accessibility failure on Egencia‘s mailing list subscription management page: the labels for choosing which individual mailing lists to subscribe to are properly-configured, but the “unsubscribe all” one isn’t. Click the words “unsubscribe all” and… nothing happens.

But it gets better: try keyboard-navigating through the form, and it’s hard not to unsubscribe from everything, even if you didn’t want to! As soon as the “unsubscribe all” checkbox gets focus, you get instantly unsubscribed: no interaction necessary.

Note #27339

This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.

We made it to the end of another Bleptember, with a photo every day of my especially-bleppy young doggo.

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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Note #27329

This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.

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!

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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Note #27327

This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.

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? 🐶

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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Q, Like…

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.”

Note #27318

This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.

Sometimes you’re Just Tired. It’s been a long week. Happy Twenty-Seventh of Bleptember.

A half-asleep French Bulldog lies on her side with her tongue resting on the laminate wooden floor.

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Note #27316

This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.

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.

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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Note #27302

This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.

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.

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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Note #27300

This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.

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.

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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Note #27298

This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.

“What’chu lookin’ at?” I’m away from home this Twenty-Third of Bleptember, but managed to snap this epic blep before I left.

A French Bulldog lies comfortably in a sofa, her tongue stuck out in an enormous blep.

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Note #27294

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. 😢

Dan stands among stationary cars and other frustrated drivers on a motorway.

Well, fuck.

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Note #27292

This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.

Just blepping around the garden this Twenty-Second of Bleptember.

A French Bulldog with a dorky blep stands amongst overgrown grass and weeds, a large plantpot, and some kids toys.

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Note #27285

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. 🤦‍♂️

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.

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