Playlist for the end of the world.
Honestly, thought it was probably time I started putting one together. It’s my kind of prepping.
Only started this morning. Happy to take submissions.
Phoebe Bridgers - I know the End
Articles from Cheeseburger Gothic
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The missing chair.
Jane ordered a new office chair last week, some spendy bit of gear from a specialist supplier in the Valley. It was supposed to come the day I flew down to Melbounre.
That’s fine. Thomas was home. He could take delivery.
It did not arrive.
And it continued to not arrive for many days after. Being a catastrophist I assumed it had been delivered and quickly stolen before Thomas could get it inside. Parcel thievery is a booming business at this time of year.
Quantum chips could be cool if...
… Google doesn’t just abandon them like almost every other cool thing they’ve stumbled into. And, of course, assuming they’re even telling the truth.
It measures just 4cm squared but it possesses almost inconceivable speed.
Massively online, eerily quiet.
It’s been a long time since I was a regular gamer. I’ll fess up why - I’m an addict. I can’t control myself around an Xbox. As spotty as my productivity has been over the years, it would have been nonexistent if I’d kept gaming.
Distraction is distracting.
Been down in Melbourne for a couple of days, marvelling at the weird alter-world weather down here. Also realised that Melbourne’s reputation as the best dressed city in Australia is a lie. There were young fellows in my chosen cocktail wearing shorts and joggers. At night. This will not do.
Nobody 2!
I don’t recall much of the Covid years. Do any of us? But I do remember being amped for Bob Odenkirk’s John Wick moment in Nobody. I am, of course, a fan of the Sleeping Assassin subgenre and Nobody was a nice take on it.
It was obviously set up to make a franchise going forward, but, you know, Covid. I don’t think it did any numbers at the box office because nothing did anything at the box office back then.
The best bagel
I don’t normally do this here, but these fucking bagels are the bomb. They’re from NZ. They taste great. But the nutritional deets on them are insane. 10g of protein and 17g of fibre in every bagel. That’s madness. You could slather one of these bad boys in cream cheese and blueberry jam and still call it a health snack.
Ian Redpath
Gideon Haigh has a lovely write-up (naturally) of Ian Redpath, who passed away over the weekend. I’m not sure why but he is the first Australian Test cricketer I recall ever being aware of. And what I recall is watching him bat and thinking he was impossible to get out.