Feels like a super power when you’re scuba diving and you see all the other divers holding their noses!
Feels like a super power when you’re scuba diving and you see all the other divers holding their noses!
The man is in the wrong shoes both figuratively and literally. Literally just seems funnier sometimes.
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I’d add Hey Duggee! It’s a BBC CBeebies thing, me and my kids loved it pre - Bluey, and it still hits a spot.
One evening I built a campfire to keep warm on the banks of a river in southern France. As the fire got going, millions of moths poured from the trees into the flames. As the numbers increased the flames leapt higher, and the moths became the fuel. The horror, the horror…
We were standing in the pub, and I’d just bought a round. I gave my mate a fresh pint, and like a complete piss head he let it slip through his fingers. It landed on the floor between us with a thunk, not a single drop spilled. It just nailed the landing, completely solid. Fucking witchcraft.
“Deny thy counter and refuse thy knife”
O cutting board, cutting board, wherefore art thou cutting board?
Followed government pay guidelines and froze pay for 12 fucking years.
Have you listened to’The Retrievals’ the Serial podcast? Terrifying systematic denial of women’s pain.
I’ve preemptively taken your advice on board, and the sad reality is that the glut was short lived. Looks like I’ll be going up the road again…
Not just globally, also locally. At my house.
I love a simple Shepherd’s pie, but once I had Shepherd’s pie at Heston Blumenthal’s restaurant/pub thing, and fuck me blind, it was the absolute tits.
How can bias amplification be controlled in these models? Surely it’s built in?
You’re right Bobby, close to home is often too close to home. I definitely enjoyed the stranger love. Hope you’re making some stuff!
That I needed a little validation as an artist. I’ve been making things all my life, and always felt like a bit of an imposter. I didn’t really care, or thought I didn’t. I recently entered some work to the Royal Academy show, which was accepted, then quickly sold for £1000. I have to admit it felt pretty good.
My father said the same thing, often. I say the same now. The reality is more complicated, horribly so.
Alzheimer’s/dementia in general. I’m not dealing with it.
Watching my father slowly disappear has made me hyper aware of the temporary nature of my own consciousness.
How can you be so bent out of shape as a human to think that fucking over kids at the Evelina is the way to spend your day, to make your daily bread.