Like buses, or fascist uprisings, wait ages for a post and three come along at once. There is so much to say. And, so little time to say it in. I've not seen through the one job I had to do. Not fix the bed, or the shelf. I did those, despite last nights melodrama. … Continue reading A quickie
Current Affairs
Rasberry Ripple
Buckle up for my most rangey piece yet!Trigger warning - casual references to suicide and anal sex are made. Not together.I make it back before the rain starts. The streetlights come on before it gets dark. The flat is as I left it, in the early stages of abandonment. The early stages of reclaim, the … Continue reading Rasberry Ripple
The Island
We found 35 scrolls. Scrolls we hadn't seen before, scrolls which hadn't seen the light of day. As the world's foremost scholar, this came as a shock. I had to go through each and descern their authenticity, their quality, their worth. He was right to leave them behind, let's say that.We also found 121 official … Continue reading The Island
Back.
I'm back.
Running the numbers
There is a black cat at the window. The cat has precipitated my morning. In order to let the cat in I have to change out of my pajamas and dressing gown. My partner is terribly allergic to cats so any trace will bring her out in hives. In my day pajamas, I open the … Continue reading Running the numbers
Efficiencies
Or, on the writing of 100 posts and the consumption of a million contents.It dawned on me recently that the last post here, Growth, degrowth, regrowth, didn't actually focus on any of those topics. I had intended to write something witty in relation to the winter budget and tie it to the site, but flat … Continue reading Efficiencies
Curse these metal hands
Well. That's it then. Fallible at last. I've yet again sustained a minor injury through playing football. This time it came post-op. Fully 2 years since my operation I have potentially suffered a re-occurrence of the dreaded meniscus tear. The same that got Fernando Torres. It could just be a slight hamstring pull, we're keeping … Continue reading Curse these metal hands
On everything.
I'm not crying, you're crying. Actually, I'm writing in floods of tears on a dead platform to an audience of no-one. All is clearly well. It is of course all a question of luck, thinking of all the money I've frittered on the lottery brings that home to me now, not my vacation in Mexico. … Continue reading On everything.
And you thought you had it bad…
As the world veers towards Nuclear or climate annihilation I want to let it be known that Mr Hummels had a rotten sequence of events happen to him. But that won't keep him down. Mr Hummels is writing this for posterity's sake. The creative act, in this instance, writing, is a futile one. To write … Continue reading And you thought you had it bad…
Mr Hummels strikes again…
You are supposed to imagine yourself at the centre of the panopticon, watching over the others. I'm not sure the other perspectives were never really considered when old Bentham came up with the Panoption, barring the notion that the others knew you could be watching at any time. Beyond that... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯I'd have liked to work … Continue reading Mr Hummels strikes again…
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