"A Scandal in Belgravia", from Sherlock.

Instructing your F-tier chatbot to pump your tires at every opportunity is seriously embarrassing shit.

Not sure if money can't buy taste, or if it's just inversely related.

To celebrate the end of the pepper harvest, I did the thing I’ve been avoiding all season: let the goats in.

hell yeah

Took a pic of the TV screen for posterity

LinkedIn is a trap, I hate it, but at least I got to see that someone I know who was recently laid off got a new job, and it's nice to say congratulations on that.

One last rouge to start it off.

Yes! Congratulations!!

Sending off my Pushcart nominations is always one of my favourite poetry-times of the year.

here is a so-called "properly spelled" version for all those who are in the pocket of Big Dictionary

"Tideline", Elizabeth Wing
"Or Not", @monostich.bsky.social

Thank you so much to the poets for sending me their work, and allowing me to publish it in +doc. ❤️

A great concert. Always happy when my nerves are for nothing.

It's been amazing.

I've never been good at solo playing, but put me with at least one or two other musicians and the stage fright goes away (thankfully).

My wife said she couldn't see me from her seat, but she could see my ponytail, and anyway, she said she could definitely hear the five of us horns. Hell yeah.

Last time I was wearing size small I was also biking to and from work, 26 km/day, probably had something to do with it.