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“Increasingly irritated by their attitude, halfway through the first movement, he rapped his baton furiously, raised his hands in the air and said words to the effect of, ‘I don’t know what you think you’re doing. You’re supposed to be the finest orchestra in Britain, and you’re playing like a bunch of cunts. Quite frankly, with the way it’s going, you’re not fit to be on stage with these guys, so pick yourself up and let’s hear some bollocks. We’re going to make history tonight, so we might as well make music while we’re doing it.’”
From the creators of one of my current favourite series, ICE CREAM MAN, comes https://www.quarantinecomix.com/ – short PDF comics sold to support the Book Industry Charitable Foundation.
I’m sure I had a copy of this when I was a kid – photo from @scifi_art on IG. Imagine a world with “commercial travel.” Do you remember a hundred years ago, in January, when we could fly to places like we were wizards?
Heavy load of overnight email – inbox 15 after a lot of frantic early-morning typing — and now I have a script to wrestle to conclusion. It’s going to be a busy one, and I’m probably going to have to… (eerie theremin wail) go outside today, because I has no lunch. I am Charles Aznolunch.
…I need more coffee
Alive, but a good ten hours behind the present second, and trying to catch up. Morning.
Term first noticed by me on Things To Click.
Definition on Urban Dictionary, 24 March 2020: “Obsessively reading social media posts about how utterly fucked we are.”
Yeah. That’s it exactly. Also applies to the Guardian Live blog. Doomscrolling. What a perfect word.
If you’re still doing, or have recently returned to, the blogging thing, please drop me a note at warrenellis gmail com ?
I mean, if you’re all on lockdown at home anyway, why not consider it? May as well broadcast out into the wastelands, right?
Incidentally, if you’re into pens and notebooks, The Pen Addict has got you covered.
Finally obtained some of her work on CD, thanks to Winter-Light. Have a listen to her marvellous work at leilaabdulrauf.bandcamp.com.
This looks like the last photo I took of the pair of them together. The one on the right died this morning, so, instead of easing into what looks like a very busy day, I’ve been digging a large hole and calming the remaining one.
They’re really very old, for rescue chickens. (All our chickens have been rescues from egg production plants and farms.) It appears that she got up, finished the food, had some water, began her usual practice of unleashing a blood-chilling howl for her breakfast in order to shred my early-morning brain, and keeled over on the spot. So our comfort is that she went out in the way she would have wanted to.