Word-whore. I write 'em. I talk 'em. About internet, infosec, politics, media. I drink. I use bad words. All hail Eris! Vive les poissons rouges sauvages!
I just ate a salad to tide me over until Proper Dinner. That will consist of some of the little pork steaks I have to use by tomorrow or freeze. Also, sugar snap peas.
There’s a fake account pretending to be the BBC tweeting that Boris Johnson is dead. Not true. Pass it on.
The Australian Senate just voted on this motion. It was only defeated 31–28. This is where we’re at.
Oh that's right, there's a Justin Bieber Christmas album. There's one good thing about this planet.
SUMMARY: On the Prime Minister of Australia’s official website, they’ve badly ’shopped his family photo to replace his K-Swiss tennis shoes with Dunlop Volleys, and in the process given him two left feet.
Translation: If we start caring more about other people we (me and people like me) won’t have as much money.
I've always loved how the correct unit of measuring the mass of a Melbourne tram is the rhino-on-skateboard.
Oh @davpope I love you. (DO we have a hashtag for this daft tour yet?)