The machine uprising, day 5. (h/t, Emil) || The machine uprising, day 6. || Someone else’s dinner. || Arsehole detected. || A map of undersea cables. || A triumph of elastication. || Combat aircraft concepts. (h/t, Things) || Courtesy in odd places. || Suburban scenes. || When you need nine hours of cassette-play. || Music typewriter, circa 1950s. || Your expectations of punctuality are “white supremacy,” and sexist, and also homophobic, you bigot. || His incriminating browser history is probably worse than yours. || Hers, I dare say, is bigger than yours. || Bit snug, some chafing. || Couch glider. || Assorted German pipe organs. || Pick your champion. || The progressive retail experience, part 452. || Passenger came prepared. || When you defer to the lie, complications will ensue. || And finally, with some patience, it takes a village to park a car.

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“Can it be done?” || A dispute over parking, in two parts. || Telesnaps of TARDIS interiors. || Tough stuff. || A feminist’s view of autogynephilia and transgender ideology. (NSFW) || Workplace woes. || Twerking woo. || What “equity” involves. || Spot the dots. || Steady, boys. (h/t, Darleen) || His – and I say this with some confidence – is bigger than yours. || The bloody cheek of it. || Suboptimal visualization. (h/t, Asiaseen) || Our betters talk about borders. || How it began. || Today’s word is moshpitting. || The progressive retail experience, parts 450 and 451. || “Critical race scholar” can’t get a date. || If he has to deal with it. || He seems very happy about what sounds like an infection. || First, you have to tilt them. || And finally, with some agitation, a domestic drama unfolds.

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How to lose your shoes. || Crown flash. || It fell from the sky. (h/t, Damian) || Fungus of note. || How to measure very tiny forces – say, the push of a laser pointer. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Incoming. || Incoming 2. || On the benefits of British colonialism. || A very modern mindset. || An excruciatingly simulated heist game. || Moog dancers, 1971. (h/t, TDK) || As seen by meteorological satellite Himawari-8. || How was your day? || Because it can be done. (h/t, Dicentra) || The British Vintage Wireless and Television Museum. (h/t, Things) || Looking sharp. || Lighthouse location. || “Ready to drive away today.” (h/t, Julia) || A compendium of Japanese portable record players. || An attempt was made. || And finally, an illustration of life’s modern complications.

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His, as you can see, is considerably bigger than yours. || And face it, his outfit is better than yours. || Blockage detected, chap comes running. || Narrow bars. || Two illustrations of small effects, amplified rather dramatically. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Plant life. || You shall not pass. || Prosthesis of note. || Puppy drama, with background here. || Breakfast bangers. || “Within 100 light-years, things get bad.” || So how was your day? || Can confirm. || Incoming. || The thrill of Argos catalogues, 1973-1991. || No good deed. || Woke and biased, yes, and also incompetent. || A Japanese museum of mistranslated phrases. || Norwegian snowfall. || Look away now. || I’m sure I’ve seen that face before. || And finally, a tale of curiosity, temptation, and unfriendly natives.

Incoming. || If you have one, you should comb it. || A sound map of forests from around the world. (h/t, Things) || Some balloons, they said. || They were bigger back then. || Cannabis-infused gummies, chocolate, and gravy. || Gift idea #72. || Demon vehicle detected. || And not entirely unrelated. || More joys of public transport. || The progressive retail experience, part 450. || It can “correctly identify a particular excretory event 98% of the time.” || An interactive text-based game about nineteenth-century surgery. || Being a teacher, she tries to undermine it. || Another educator speaks. || Vintage music radio. || A.I. imagines Wes Anderson’s Avengers. It still can’t do hands. || The wheels you’ve always wanted. || It’s probably a spider. || Purely for science. || And finally, I’m not entirely sure, but I think this may be flirting.

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