I feel like building a canoe on Alone rarely pays off.

Good yarns.

I’m in the new job SaaS onboarding washing machine.

These apps are falling over themselves to pop up callouts over every button they have available to get me to click them.

I’m like Indy with a machete hacking past them to get to the humble dashboard button or whatever.

It’s a popcorn, wine, and Tim Tams kind of trip to the shops.

I, Sisyphus, Am Ninety-Five Percent of the Way There.

Which Rothko matches your weather?

I rolled my first ever six-of-a-kind in Greed last night. I’m now ready to ascend.

Widow’s Bay is a banger.

Spent thirty minutes cleaning up my Lightroom catalog.

Spent two hours fixing all the things I broke while cleaning up.

My kid: “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s a moron.”

A hell of a shot from Sorcerer.

Industry and The Pitt are back. Grand times.

Wordle in two. I am a golden god.

A nice one tonight.

A good nectarine can really knock your socks off.