After chatting about
shiftwork last week, I planned to spend this week talking about why we’re working longer and later hours. But then some stuff cropped up, and there’s going to have to be a change to our scheduled programming.
First, here’s LongSufferingReaderOfTheBlogPaul’s favourite track of 2018 [
], regardless. sic
Rule of thumb: That guy knows what he’s talking about would never swimmie-swim
[ Sleep patterns messed up? The Apoplexy Tiny Letter can help with that.] Continue reading Irregular Programming
Last week, I was chatting with someone who asked me to tell them about my stroke experience. It was an interesting conversation, for me at least.
“Fascinating stuff, Stroke Bloke.”
I love that I can’t tell whether that’s
Curb Your Enthusiasm or an actual sportscast.
[ For more unbearably exciting stroke-related whimsy and suchlike – the Apoplexy Tiny Letter] Continue reading Nightshift
Week Three of the World Cup has come to an end. And what a [🚨
🚨] Feast Of Football it’s been. Notwithstanding that Brazil continue to elicit roughly the same amount of sympathy as their 1994 World Cup-winning edition of vicious bores, rather than CLICHÉ KLAXON!!! 1982’s beautiful losers.
[ Feeling bereft as the games begin to dry up? Pass the time with the Apoplexy Newsletter.] Continue reading Beautiful Losers
It’s day six of
So if you’re worried that you might be exhibiting symptoms of World Cup Fever, it might be a good time to ask a friend to check you out.
Unfortunately, this victim has no friends.
Are you worried about WCF? Read on for a guide to identifying the symptoms.
But first, get today’s soundtrack from the Apoplexy newsletter. Continue reading World Cup Fever
I finished that bit on
Le Corbusier, the godfather of Modernist architecture. When I said the bit would be more serious and more absurd than last week’s post, I was half-right.
“Absurd? I’ll take ma open haun off yer face, Sonny Jim.”
Sure, some nuggets of truth are hidden among the 6m 40s of
A Story Is A Machine For Living In, but there are plenty of nuggets of sweet absurdity to keep folks engaged.
This got me to thinking about how, sometimes, the medium is the message.
[ Talking about absurdity, check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter] Continue reading Gold Strikes
We’re thinking of going to pick up a new desk tomorrow. One of those ones that incorporates the wall into its structure, and folds flat into the wall when it’s not in use.
“Calm down, dear. You’re getting a bit ‘ A Room of My Own‘”
Sorry, Michael. I’m going somewhere with this.
[ Find out if I’m bluffing below. But first, check out the Apoplexy Newsletter.] Continue reading Open Hand
I don’t write about
football here very often.
Long-Suffering Readers celebrate that fact
But, bear with me…
[ Or get some alternate whimsy and alternative tunes here.] Continue reading Fergie Time
I can’t say that I’m any less furious about the state of the world this week
than I was last week.
CHEER UP YOU MISERABLE SOD!!!
No. Shan’t. I don’t care what you say, Royal Baby Announcement Town Crier Guy.
I’ll thcream and thcream ’till I’m thick.
[ Maybe a good tune is what we need – check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading Specimen Daze