At work now we’re having team learning sessions that are just one person doing a change incredibly slowly using AI while everyone else watches, but at least I can keep doing my regular work if it’s a Teams call. It usually takes the AI about 45 minutes to decide what I immediately knew needed doing.

The Undertaker throwing Mankind off the top of Hell In A Cell and through the announcers’ table.

I also recently got into this guy. First one I read was Cage Of Souls, which is very much in the same kind of Weird Fantasy genre as China Mieville. It’s written in the first person by an engagingly cowardly weasel of a man whose job is to guide you around a Book-Of-The-New Sun-ish knackered future world that is mostly just sitting around waiting to die.

They all zip past me on their fancy road bikes, barely even pedalling.

Clearly someone knows.

We need to go back to the safe ground of Americans complaining about the rubbish Supremor they voted in again by accident.

“Microsoft Windows App” confused the shit out of me earlier. I only realised it was Remote Desktop when I read the description, and I only did that because I was wondering what the fuck Microsoft Windows App is.

What devices?

I thought the iPad being just a giant iPhone was stupid and it wouldn’t catch on. Years on I use an iPad to read comic books in bed, though I guess tablets as a whole are kind of niche and not great as a productivity tool due to mobile OSs holding them back.

I always immediately think Jack Sparrow is Russell Brand and recoil, then remember who it actually is and then recoil again because it’s crook blokes all the way down.

Is it as humiliating as waking up in hospital on a drip?

Like anyone gets to drive at speed during commuter time.

The walrus was Paul

Factario begins lengthy rant about woke SJWs cancelling stand-up guys like Bob Martin.

Then the next generation of models fed on slop with adverts in and increasingly adopt the writing style of marketing copy.

Wait, Sgt. Slaughter the Robot Wars house robot?

It’s weird now watching the high school reunion movies Of The 90s (Gross Pointe Blank, Romy And Michelle, etc) and in all cases the protagonists are considered outliers for not having a car dealership, marriage and three children already at 28. They say the past is another country.

Mine cousin doth part the veil mortal.

If any of my teachers had tried that they would have been burned at the stake for witchcraft.

Seriously though it costs the same as the last one did unless you’re in a country that voted in a TV presenter who promised to do a trade war.