Suddenly, there was the noise of somebody walking on our driveway. The doggo woke up and stood, alert, ready to defend the house from intruders. Unfortunately in her haste she forgot to put her tongue away.
Happy Eighth of Bleptember.
This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.
This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.
This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.
This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.
Today, for the first time ever, I simultaneously published a piece of content across five different media: a Weblog post, a video essay, a podcast episode, a Gemlog post, and a Spartanlog post.
Must be about something important, right?
Nope, it’s a meandering journey to coming up with a design for a £5 coin that will never exist. Delightfully pointless. Being the Internet I want to see in the world.
This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.
It’s the Fourth of Bleptember, but I couldn’t help but share a photo from the Third, when our dog just couldn’t find space for her tongue and her ball in her mouth at the same time… but soon found a workaround.
Photo courtesy Lisa from Muddy Paws.
This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.
This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.
This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.
This post is also available as a podcast. Listen here, download for later, or subscribe wherever you consume podcasts.
The cheese scones from
My local supermarket
Are hexagonal.
It’s not for packing.
Their film-covered rectangle
Leaves corner gaps.
Are perhaps they made
In honeycomb baking tins?
Baked by bumblebee?
Or else it’s branding.
A visual identity.
Trying to sell more.
A six-sided scone
Does not taste better to me,
Nor warm up faster.
The butter doesn’t care
For the shape of your scone,
Mr. John Sainsbury.
Last month, my friend Gareth observed that the numbered lists in my blog posts “looked wrong” in his feed reader. I checked, and I decided I was following the standards correctly and it must have been his app that was misbehaving.
So he contacted the authors of Unread, his feed reader, and they fixed it. Pretty fast, I’ve got to say. And I was amused to see that I’m clearly now a test case because my name’s in their release notes!