I’m having a pretty good time with Qobuz. Their curated collections are actually really good and I’ve found a lot of new stuff in there; it’s not the “here’s what the record label is shoveling this week” like on Spotify. Also, the high bitrate stuff… I hate to admit it, but it really does sound better.
There really are no depths these people will not stoop to, are there?
The Denephew joke remains one of my all time favourites, and it was a footnote to a footnote.
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The symbol you used, “•” U+2022 is the bullet, but what if the packaging is actually using “·” U+2027, the interpunct, which would suggest the product is actually called “poptarts” not “pop-tarts”. Or it might be “·” U+22C5, multiplication, meaning we could simplify the product name to “2(pt)oars”.
Two part oars.
You don’t rotate the handle in sync with the precession of the vernal equinox? Your cast iron’s going to be fucked when the age of Aquarius begins. I’ll bet the Priestmunty who proclaimed your pans wasn’t even a bake-borne by the eight transcendental Broilers of Avalon. Poser.
When you’re in balls-deep and give one final buck, spraying your thick batter deep into him, and you feel his legs tighten around your waist and his fingers dog into your back as he erupts into the paper-thin gap between your stomachs as as your tongue fights his and his fights yours, and you pull away with your lips still bridged by saliva and sweat and you stare at his face framed by your hands and you caress his chin with your thumb and realise he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen and you stare into his big, deep eyes and he stares back into yours he whispers “I love you” and you whisper back “I love you too” I cannot even begin to stress how important it is to say “no homo” otherwise you might give off the wrong signals.
It’s a bullshit argument and this article is a classic example of a shitty journalist pretending that a new law overrules every other law in existence.
And here’s your daily reminder that the OSA was introduced, championed and passed by the Tories in 2023 despite outcry. Sunak even said at the time it was a problem for the “next Parliament” to deal with. Now they’re trying to blame Labour.
I’m ditched Spotify for Qobuz and am having a good time so far.
I was there too. I don’t know what stuck with me more: your actions or James Cameron’s expression. I watched him a little afterwards too, the poor guy didn’t even finish his Grand Slamwich.
Those bolt heads were probably the perfect size and shape for it’s little grabbies, and if it had chosen the pair to the left or right it would have been fine and still oblivious to the danger.
None of the driver licenses shown in the screenshot are UK style.
I tried reading them as a kid and thought they were shit then. I realise now the biggest problems I had with it were the total absence of brick jokes (or whatever the literary equivalent is), the utter refusal to engage in foreshadowing, and the lack of character development.
Harry Potter was the best person but everyone else was a dick. “Gosh I wish something fun would happen” said Harry. Then Magic Headteacher turned up and it turns out that Harry is famous and rich and amazing! “Come and learn to be wizard and a celebrity” said Haggis, “you are amazing and have no choice”. And he did. And his stepbrother was fat. Then Harry learned to play Quitit. Albino McVillain said “I’ve been playing my who life. You’ll never be as good as me”. And Albino was correct, Harry could only win if he was given a broomstick called a Plonko 9000. Then, Harry got a mystery package. It was a Plonko 9000 and he won. “I am a wizard!” whispered Harry, “but I will still share my chocolates because he is a good person”. And he was. “Special people are born special and that’s why they’re special,” said everyone.
workday of doing fuck all
Oh fuck right off with this bullshit. I suppose you think the attractive secretary’s remarkable physique as exposed by their tight cardigan is just going to ogle itself? Presumably by the same magical fairytale critter that smokes all those cigarettes while knocking back a liquid lunch? And I suppose this wonderful creature takes care of water-cooler conversation as well, recounting golfing bon-mots, making sexist jokes and espousing low-grade racism while the man just does “nothing”? Get a grip.
I can’t hear the word “aspic” without thinking of Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared.
How much have you had today? Too much makes your teeth go grey!
Fucking hell, so much this. They’re so goddamn proud of their ignorance. This is why I enforce a very strict “we’re mechanics, not chauffeurs” policy in my team. We’ve got no duty - either literal or moral - to make up for incompetence.
I heartily recommend the last two.