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Hi it's Kylie 🫀
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Trans girl doing nerdy things.
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ElissaWandered into my local pub the other night with some friends to play pool. Some local guys had the table before us. They expected a group of girls to be bad at pool.
When I start cleaning up, they're staring at me.
"How long have you been playing pool?" one asks.
I reply, "Since Duke Nukem 3D."
Julian OliverSetting up a desktop system today for some remote work and in the 30mins before installing an adblocker I see how intolerable the www has become. On several sites the content was swarmed upon to the point of being almost imperceptible. Packs of autoplaying attention-leeches, popups of video with over-gesticulating wow-faced cruft, floating footers swollen with ticker-tape inanity.
The CO2e & cognitive-load savings provided by a simple extension like uBlockOrigin are not to be underestimated.
Ret
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KnoebelBobby Prince the composer of the original 'Doom' soundtrack has passed away at the age of 81.
Fesshole 🧻My Grandad is convinced a seagull called Sally has been stalking him since the 70s because he destroyed her nest. Although it sounds mad I secretly believe him, especially after I took him for lunch & a seagull swooped at his head & he shouted back "when will this end Sally?"
ZemriReasons we fly a pride flag:
Leaving the house this morning, there was a kid, maybe grade 5, no rain gear, sitting on our front step.
I was obviously a little startled
Me: uhm...hi? Can I help you?
Kid: oh! No, I'm just taking a break my mom told me that if I ever need to ask an adult for help I should look for a house with a rainbow flag because that means it's safe. I don't need help, just a dry spot for calling my friend to bring my rain coat.
And then his friend rocked up with his coat and off they went.
Leaving the house this morning, there was a kid, maybe grade 5, no rain gear, sitting on our front step.
I was obviously a little startled
Me: uhm...hi? Can I help you?
Kid: oh! No, I'm just taking a break my mom told me that if I ever need to ask an adult for help I should look for a house with a rainbow flag because that means it's safe. I don't need help, just a dry spot for calling my friend to bring my rain coat.
And then his friend rocked up with his coat and off they went.
Bob HorowitzFor #ThrowbackThursday...
This is my friend Ian Galloway (1914-1999).
Ian was born in New Zealand but spent his last 65 years in San Francisco as our very own Truman Capote: a tiny, exuberant man with a gushing personality and breathless voice.
"Bob, you simply MUST wear lots of jewelry so nobody notices how short you are," he would say.
Ian was flamboyant, a bon vivant, a socialite. He befriended wealthy women in Pacific Heights and knew all their secrets and entanglements. All of them. But unlike Truman Capote, Ian kept most of the juiciest gossip to himself.
Anyway, I just finished going through Ian's journals and photo (I inherited them when my friend Bill died last year).
On the last page of the final journal, Bill wrote next to Ian's obituary:
"Chartered a boat to scatter Ian's ashes at sea. He arrived here by boat - he departs by boat."
Bill didn't mention that some of Ian's ashes were also scattered in the bushes of Land's End - a place where Ian enjoyed meeting the boys.
RIP, Ian.
