I had wild rabbit at a restaurant where the chef cooked meat he hunted himself. It had a really strong flavour I couldn’t quite name. I could see other people enjoying it, but not me personally.

There was a sign that warned diners to watch out for free prizes (shotgun pellets). I didn’t come across any, but I was wary of chewing too hard in case I did.

My wife has been sick with a persistent respiratory infection for six weeks. I have a shoulder injury. We haven’t been staying on top of the cleaning. We finally admitted that the house smells like one of those caves you age cheese in, and booked a cleaner to put it back in good shape so we can just maintain it going forwards.

Last night, at my wife’s insistence, we tidied the house from top to bottom and wiped down the flat surfaces so the cleaner wouldn’t arrive to a messy house. 😟

In her defence, she kinda saw the irony of it.

Tggr.

They’ve always got evidence that they’re going to show us… soon.

Not today.

But soon.

They can’t say when.

Only that it’ll be soon.

Soon.

No. It encourages people to game the system instead of honestly engaging.

I have a friend who is constitutionally incapable of throwing things away, including the vast number of things she inherited from her mother who bought a second house to store her totally-not-a-hoarding-problem.

To get back at her for trying to foist some of them on my wife and I, I spend six months hiding Lego minifigs among her ornaments every time we visited her home.

Every last person working to make it a worse world.

It’s not even 8 AM here yet. Guess the first item on my to-do list is ‘write a to-do list’.

Good: I have free speech.

Bad: You have free speech.

I think that sums it up.

Memory training tools. Like the memory palace, the person-action-object method, acronyms and mnemonics.

Visualisations like using the abacus method to do fast and accurate arithmetic.

And human-executable techniques like the doomsday algorithm and George Marsaglia’s random number generator.

Sounds a lot like burnout to me.

It’s awkward. I’m not upset, please stop insisting that I should be. Am I now failing to live up to your expectations by being okay with stuff?

I think headphones aren’t tight enough to leave divots, but cochlear implants might make them wonder.

Recycled plastic bin liners. They literally split at the seams as I was peeling them off the roll.

Second place goes to a pair of cheap shoes. Literally walked the soles off them in two weeks.

Third place goes to a pair of nail clippers from a consignment store. The metal bent rather than cut through my fingernails. (Maybe it would have worked better under the red sun of my home planet?)

Well, it’s Australia. Spiders have the vote.

“I’m not here to fuck spiders” - said by Australians who want to drop the preamble and get down to business.

Anchovies with olives and capers.

Salt, salt and salt? I’m on board, but I wonder how many other people would be.

My only rule for colour is that I should be able to spot it immediately if I drop it in a narrow, unlit crevice. I’ve got some bright red and safety orange tools.

That’s an optimistic vision, and I’m going to do my best to adopt it.

I’d say yes, because dishonesty shouldn’t be tolerated. They’re going after the million-dollar fraudsters as well, right?