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.

A jar of Arnott’s assorted creams playing the role of Atlas holding up the dying embers of luxury in the Qantas lounge.

For someone who doesn’t play drums, I consume a hell of a lot of drumming-related social media content.

Travis Head with an unbelievable knock. Glad I got to watch it. Love the Ashes.

Spring carnival racing couture looks like a frill-necked lizard freshly ejected from a Dyson.