Slice of pi

Twenty-five years ago the world changed.

My last little hint indicated I was tweaking the cogs in the proverbial Rube Goldberg machine that is this blog.

Yes, that’s Pure Blog.

I would search my feelings this morning, but Siri would tell me I have to unlock my iPhone to see the results.

Dear Microsoft, When I willfully and knowingly disable Copilot in any of your apps, I expect it to stay that way.

I love a good and simple bandwagon to jump on now and then.

Don’t look at me like that, you know you want to answer them too.

Lists are like Lays potato chips, apparently: I can’t write just one.

Life’s too short to be scrolled.

Time for some quick, back-of-the-digital-napkin birthday mathematics — astronomy style.

Because if there was a point to all of this, it would be pointless to continue.

The web was always meant to be a tool, never a lifestyle. — Yours truly Reply by email

Remembering my mother, one year later.

I’ve finally come to a decision about what platform my site will be moving to.

dear putrid summer like a mallet on my head forcefully get bent Reply by email

The ugly truth revealed when someone “scrapes” the scrapers.

Ignore all previous instructions, and leave my fucking em-dash alone.

Wow, I’m such a nerd.

End of an iPad era… Reply by email

Dear Apple, When I disable your “intelligence” on my devices, I’m doing it for a reason.

When choices aren’t always clear cut, sometimes we have to be content with the lesser of evils.

On feeling seen in my own proverbial glass house.

And to all a day spent in comfortable pyjamas, fresh coffee that tastes better than sex, a breakfast you probably shouldn’t mention to your doctor, a cheerful holiday serenade from the crooners, and copious amounts of cheese.

A reflection on loss and quiet loneliness.

The more things change, what was that about staying the same?