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Cabaret reprobate, civic participation nerd, digital wonk, crochet aficionado, several neuroses in a trenchcoat. Pronouns he/they/ia. Based in Wellington & Lower Hutt, Aotearoa New Zealand. Views are my own and not my employers'.
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This is an excellent contextual unpicking of the Privileges Committee report + recommendations for sanction of TPM's MPs. Journalism like this is essential and we are lucky to have RNZ (+ Phil Smith) to provide it to us.

Courtenay Place has been gangrenous ever since Reading shut down. *Something* needs to change, and arguably a depressed economy is the best time to do it. You don't make disruptive changes when things are busy, you do it when it's quiet.

Oh fuck OFFFFFF It's has been on the cards since 2016! there's been nearly a decade of consultation!! if this gets killed at the 11th hour in the name of political expediency because of a media-manufactured beat-up campaign I'm gonna throw something out a window!!! www.rnz.co.nz/news/nationa...

Grand unifying theory of that one comic your teacher has taped on their office wall/door: - xkcd for formal and physical sciences - Far Side for life sciences - Simpsons reference for everything else

are u there god? it’s-a-me. Mario. ❤️

Life is pain for Virgos working in climate change, because the need to *be* right is irresistible, but actually *being right* sucks so so bad

Sorry for the dirty delete earlier. I keep forgetting that I work in a niche-within-a-niche in a country with a population of about 12 people. Too much opportunity for accidentally doxxing people.

Maybe I've been playing too much Slay the Spire, but I've realised that work emails are just shitty turn based combat

Also I think more people should be talking about the facts that: - the strings on the Thong Song are sampled from Eleanor Rigby - there was a copyright dispute over this track – not because of the Beatles sample, but because the song briefly interpolates lyrics from Livin' La Vida Loca

Me, awakening from a deep sleep: Sisqo's 'Thong Song' and Björk's 'Bachelorette' share enough musical structure that I bet I could play them as a live mashup My wife, still deeply asleep: zssfmnywhu— huh? Me: you're right, I'd probably need a loop pedal and that's not in the budget right now

I'm in day one of two-full-day online training and have already developed a strong irrational dislike of the facilitator. She has just revealed she is a 'resilience and positive psychology' specialist. That explains it.

My favourite thing about having a bath is having each of our three pets, one by one, come padding into the bathroom to stare accusingly at me in the tub.

bored ape sitting forgotten in a young man’s crypto wallet, smile brightening whenever they hear the phone unlock only to be crushed again as their owner, who once showed them off proudly, loses another twelve leg parlay on indonesian volleyball

As someone who monitors 'coordinated inauthentic online behaviour' aka bot networks and information warfare in my day job, it's hard to talk about this to people not immersed in it without sounding tinfoil-hat red-strings-on-corkboard insane – but it's the key to understanding NZ politics right now

Grinding up bugs and making them into red food colouring just so I can cochineal something

I get that this is headlinese, but an “is” (“is asked”) would go a long way here @protos.com

8 Hours For Medium Screen 8 Hours For Little Screen 8 Hours For Big Screen and Little Screen

The Sensible Sentencing Trust has apparently changed the image to one they've yanked from Parliament TV, which seems likely to constitute a breach of Standing Orders #nzpol

I will say that the vibes are immaculate, although the smell indoors is exactly what you'd expect from an event with a majority high school aged audience (armpits, pheromones and vanilla body spray)

Work team doing Relay for Life tonight. Shared Spotify playlist. I cannot be trusted. Fighting the temptation to add Mambo No. 5 twenty times and then not show up.

Neither working nor resting but a secret third thing (doomscrolling with my jaw clenched like a white-knuckle fist)