Must everything be an app?

My phone app just told me my achievement last month was declining one spam call. It's hard to put into words exactly how much value that offers me

There's something nerve wracking: connecting a disk that's been dependable and good for so long; the system reports "unformatted disk found".

It has recovered; I'm in progress

This evening's trifecta:

* Dishes have been completed
* Conversation with friends including topics of mental well-being and trauma
* Plans for other adventures are now being processed

There have been worse evenings.

Recipes online went from being a set of ingredients and instructions, to now being at least a page and a half of narration about how the author came to the recipe and what it means to them and how they describe the taste and flavour.

The only redemption: the hyperlink at the top; < jump to recipe >

A third of the planet away, a lack of response with several attempts suggests that I am no longer an acceptable contactable human; swiping the delete option on my phone's world clock to remove that location — it was always on the horizon — but remains an unwelcome turn of events.

The past 72 hours has yielded at least three conversations among people on the topic of failures and hurt by current and/or recent ex-partners; it's staggering to hear what people endure in these bondings and how much is explained away.

I spend an amount of time (x) trying to plan the attire of the day: activities, weather, social contact and the like all being factored. I see another chap whose satorial choices I'm envious of: my brain is immediately wondering if his time is greater or less than X.

I think being tall is helpful.

• Open Twitter.
• See some tankie shit.
• See some nazi shit.
• See videos of people getting hurt.
• Read how Elon used his burner account to comment "great father" on his own post.
• Chuckle.
• More nazi shit.
• Read Elon's comment again.
• Chuckle.
• An airplane crashed somewhere.
• Close Twitter.

Recent discussions with colleagues have resurfaced the subject of EAP service (the employer offers) — for a brief moment I'm thrown back to the early 2000s where this was also a topic of discussion — I'm hopeful that experiences with the service do vary.

A surprise call from a friend who I met through another friend years and years ago has been a delight to punctuate the end of the evening.

Whilst it's been a sporadic and not very regular series of catch ups over the years: feeling safety, understanding and commiseration is always beautiful.

The local hair-barber-establishment seems to be notably busy when I'm trying to get in - I used to think that was just an internal thought — today the barber confirms this along with the apology whilst I waited for over an hour and spent time reflecting: not entirely usefully.

Though it may take multiple pots and a fry pan, and about 1 and 1/2 hours — a homemade chicken laksa is pretty damn good.

It's getting to that time of the year

For those of you who have access to BBC iPlayer, I highly recommend:

Doctor Who (2005–2022), Series 5: 10. Vincent and the Doctor: www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b00spgsf via @bbciplayer

One of the finest pieces of TV writing I've seen in quite some time.

A nice visit to the National Gallery to see Vincent Van Gogh's Poets and Lovers.

Whilst fictional, I do have a genuine appreciation for Richard Curtis's writing on Doctor Who, the episode titled Vincent and the Doctor - it genuinely changed the way a lot of people think about Vincent for the better