Not a great singer, pretty fair on ukulele, but here’s 2,400 beautiful people at PAX Australia singing along to my song, “Shut Up, You Tiny Fool”. People are good.

You can kill as many people as you want, but you target a beautiful precious data center? The one that hosted all 40,000 Sexy Ladies For Ken Paxton accounts?

It’s called surfin’. Maybe you’ve bird of it.

Starting with “Eh” and somehow going lower. Amazing.

Maybe avoiding all these things is how you don’t die.

"By using AI, tasks like essays that used to take hours can be completed in minutes!" Sure, like how if I arrive at the gym and immediately go for a shower, my workout is done in record time. And if I throw my sandwiches straight in the bin, I can finish my lunch in under 10 seconds.

Been to listening to podcasts about various old albums + movies getting made. I tell ya, so much drama, so much bullshit, but so very, very, very many people getting paid. How we managed to go from that to an entertainment economy with all the bullshit and none of the money is a marvel.

Congratulations! Delicious!

𝟏.) 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 This gift option isn’t just 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, it’s 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 —with the added benefit of being perfect for the woman who has it all! 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 fits your requirements that your present be 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 and 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘺, but 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 for a budding courtship.

YES

AI COMPANIES: “People who don’t use AI agents just aren’t aware of the vast power they possess to do anything.” NORMAL PEOPLE: “Wow, okay, wow. Sounds great. What can they do? Give me your top example.” AI COMPANIES: “The hardest task of all: Checking you into a flight!”

The UK Arts & Ents industry contributes over £10bn to the UK economy a year & one of these days our politicians might even realise that instead writing it off as icky girlie flouncing bc you can't do a photoshoot in a hard hat & hi-vis gilet at the national theatre without looking like a tit

Tonight’s glamour of showbiz: after finishing a set with pizza fellatio, a point about colonialism and the restoration of a man’s stolen fluids, I’m now on the street waiting for a late night bus and watching a man in lederhosen play ping pong inside a hostel. What in the Bob Dylan lyrics is this

My current ick is seeing people in the arts use AI for posters/anything at all. I don’t care if you’re a kids choir or a small amateur dramatics group, make your own poster, make it part of *your* art and, crucially, not the same as every other death/agreement machine creation.

This will end with monks in remote towers, hiding from the forces of barbarism, keeping culture alive by carefully handwriting copies of vintage Harry Potter slashfic.

It’s beautiful

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 every bulb is a garlic unless it’s a chive

i worry that men think being A Good Guy is dramatically and heroically intervening on behalf of an endangered woman and then being publicly rewarded on a grand scale when actually being A Good Guy is just usually saying, “hey man that’s not funny” or “wow that’s fucked up” and there is no reward