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.
It’s the Third of Bleptember, and this routine-loving pupper is still confused by the fact that the elder child doesn’t come on the school-run morning walk any more, instead leaving early to catch the bus to her new school. Look at those big anxious eyes, poor thing!
This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.
The Second of Bleptember brought back the morning school run into this doggo’s routine. And while she was glad of the extra walk, she also seemed glad of the opportunity to lie down in a quiet, child-free hallway upon our return home.
This post is part of 🐶 Bleptember, a month-long celebration of our dog's inability to keep her tongue inside her mouth.
Bleptember’s upon us once again, so I’ll be attempting to snap a daily picture of my bleppy doggo with her tongue sticking out!
This young lady is dog-tired after a long day of running around and playing, this First of Bleptember.
The dog came out for a walk with the eldest kid and I, but we couldn’t stop her sticking her head down rabbitholes!
(Oh, and the dog kept doing it, too.)
Looking forward to the school run starting again next week… so I get a bonus excuses for walks around our beautiful village!
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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!
Maybe I’m just hungry, but this morning’s breakfast bagel with brie looks especially scrumptious, right?
A moderately-large house spider dropped down and startled my dog as she napped in her basket, so now she’s hiding under my desk and refusing to return to bed. 🙄😂
Finished work. Figured I’d chill in the hammock for a bit as it’s so nice out.
The dog decided she wanted to lie in it too.
So now I am a pillow for a dog.
Some time in the last 25 years, ISPs stopped saying they made you “part of” the Internet, just that they’d help you “connect to” the Internet.
Most people don’t need a static IP, sure. But when ISPs stopped offering FTP and WWW hosting as a standard feature (shit though it often was), they became part of the tragic process by which the Internet became centralised, and commoditised, and corporate, and just generally watered-down.
The amount of effort to “put something online” didn’t increase by a lot, but it increased by enough that millions probably missed-out on the opportunity to create their first homepage.
In the event of a fire on my bus, I’m concerned that the head of the man sitting in front of me is flammable.
In my first few weeks at my new employer, my code contributions have added 218 lines of code, deleted 2,663. Only one of my PRs has resulted in a net increase in the size of their codebases (by two lines).
I need to pick up the pace if I’m going to reach the ultimate goal of deleting ALL of the code within my lifetime. (That’s the ultimate aim, right?)
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