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procrastlin.bsky.social
Xennial nerd. Loves dogs and gaming. Tabletop and SF&F. Stationery magpie. Archer. Sometimes has a moan. Marooned in a future I have no wish to participate in. These messages will self-destruct in a couple of months. Or whenever.
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Couldn’t be bothered to cook. Shoved a frozen pizza in the oven. Left the packaging on. So, that’s where I’m at.

I dunno, man. If your company/organisation is only just starting to wind down their Twitter presence it feels a bit ... late.

Lol. The modded Golf GTI at the temporary traffic lights blasting out Dave Brubeck has made my day.

Can't wait for abortive TV shows that nobody likes, a rapid churn of movies scripted by people who have never been in the same room as a Bond movie, let along watched one, and a relentless, wall-to-wall assault of spin off 'Content.' Can't. Fucking. Wait. Mmm mmm mmm!

Kindle library downloaded. Kobo arrived, as did a Blackwell's order. It's damp and raining. Perfect book day.

pleas please please stop dodging our filters by calling him Tr*mp, Elno or some other nonsense there’s no algo here to downvote or shadow ban whatever you say just people who are FUCKING TIRED of news about these fuckers please

Heh. Nice try. You can error out, fuck up the A-Z sorting, and freeze in Firefox all you fucking want, Amazon. But I've still got over a week before you remove the download function and I will get my fucking stuff.

Wow. Download my entire library one book at a time, eh? Those Amazon cunts really don't want me having all that stuff I paid for.

Sensing injury, my Golden Retriever is following me everywhere I go, like a retirement home nurse chaperoning an unruly pensioner. Sensing weakness, my Shih Tzu is alternating between attacking my ankles and stealing anything that isn’t nailed down.

I'm going to try and make a cup of tea without decapitating myself.

Put my back out when I smashed my knee on the corner of the shower. What a loser. Ah well, can't get any worse. Breakfast time. Sliced my finger. Hit the bone. Blood everywhere. Ruined the last of the bacon and eggs.

“I will not give up my favorite decoration. I like Captain Solo where he is.”

Eschewing tradition by presenting my partner with a camembert, cider, and jaffa cakes.

Severance.

"We need a bigger car." Then buy a people carrier or an estate. Don't buy a fucking SUV. Only cunts and idiots buy those.

This was really, really, stupidly funny youtu.be/dSlGxtOTbbI?...

Dog walks this week have been uniformly bleak. Cold, damp, and grey. My Golden Retriever absolutely loved it.

Reposting this because it might be of some help to people who've had enough of the egregious techno-twat wankery.

As I continue to remove myself from as many google services as possible, it’s time to think about the next item on the quest to de-cuntify my life. Amazon.

BRP/ Mythras/ D100 mecha rules. Any advice? “Basic Roleplaying Mecha” has been OOP for yonks & is fetching wild prices on the second hand market. ☹️ Hack a d20 product? Convert from Mekton Zeta? Something else?

The good news is that through genius level logistics (I ham-fistedly rammed some play paraphernalia into another space) and a quick tidy up, I’ve clawed back a shelf and a half. Might see how long I can let the empty space breathe and lie fallow. Like No Nut November, but for buying TTRPGs.

Oh. Yay. Another Black Mirror episode made real.