The bastard squirrels love the geodome when the summer shade is off.
Status:
Bit groggy today. Mood is fine but having moments of mental fogginess. Otherwise OK. Went to bed feeling itchy, like a heat stroke, but not really. Woke at 4am soaked in sweat, then slept like a baby. Sort of like I’d popped, like a fungus releasing its spores, except it was heat. Or something close to that, maybe.
That old line “they should have sent a poet” should be used for chronic fatigue symptoms. Not that I’d wish this on a poet (and I really can’t be doing with poets, truth be told).
Overnight listening:
Reading:
- Would You Kill for a Job? (archive)- Jenny Odell reviews Park Chan-Wook’s No Other Choice.
- The best comics of 2025, as chosen by The Comics Journal’s contributors
- Platonic Advertising - Existential Comics are on a roll at the moment.
- Is it Twixmas or Twixtmas? And other style guide conundrums we have faced this year at the Guardian - I then found myself lost in the guide itself.
Watching:
Telly:
- Down Cemetery Road - ended on a high and I really hope they make more. Top telly.