Weeknotes 219

A dispiriting week at work, as you do. I’m keeping my chin up.

Unrelatedly, on Thursday I gave a brief internal talk about calculating π with Git, to a largely bemused reception. It’s fair to say it didn’t do numbers on the socials either. This may indicate that my brand of “content” has finally become too niche for anyone to enjoy, which in many ways is the culmination of my life’s work.

No socialising as such this week and I bailed on LRUG, but I did go to the London Synth & Pedal Expo in “Shoreditch” (Hackney Wick) yesterday afternoon to twiddle some knobs, and then to my favourite south London restaurant in the evening to eat some plants, so I have technically been out. The expo was fun albeit absolutely rammed with a specific type of person whomst I surely don’t need to describe.

I ignored Grand Theft Auto V for a decade, then bought it on a whim in a recent sale, then quickly gave up cos I couldn’t even get past the prologue to the opening credits. Presumably not the game for me.

The Oscars happened. I’m glad William Eyelash won for that very good song, and that Emma Stone and Poor Things won in the categories where they did, despite my reservations about the film as a whole. I still haven’t seen Oppenheimer and, after Tenet, I’m not in a hurry.

BUS CHAT: The stop button is an important signal to the driver but an even more important signal to the person sat next to you, so you don’t have to ask them to move out of the way to let you off. In central London the buses pull up at pretty much every stop anyway, making the button almost exclusively a passenger-to-passenger communication system.

The volume and density of birdsong in the park today was off the charts. It must be spring.

One more week at work, then I’m taking a week off for Easter. 🐣