A new Apple device brings a year of Apple TV+ for free then. A nice four days off awaits this week so let's see what's what.

Update: well I watched none of them. Because my wife bought me a Disney+ subscription. So it's been all Mandalorian, all the time.

The camera on this iPhone 11 is every bit as good as they say it is. Oh and hey, I have a new iPhone 11.

Rolling Stone should really stop making lists. In no way are most of the artists listed there the "best singers in the world" ever. Songwriters and performers maybe, but singers?

A hundred thousand years ago I wrote a thing to post top last.fm listens to a Movable Type blog. No one does that anymore and the world moved onto tweekly.fm. When Scott (@ssxio) was toying with shutting that service down, I cloned some of what I'd used for toppr and lastweekly came to be.

Finally got around to watching Edge Of Tomorrow. Was very very good. Thought it would just be another Tom Cruise alien invasion kill the mothership tale. But it's way better than that.

If my goal was to make our house Spencer's animal sanctuary, feeding stray cats who wander into our yard has made it so! My wife is extremely happy with me for this. Ahem.

It seems like it's been a long desert summer. After months of 100° days, today was the first morning we could open the windows in the house.

So that's what breeze feels like.

Creature comforts from England. Quite simply the best biscuit ever made.

I'm going to take this afternoon to see if Depeche's later albums are as bad as I originally thought they were.

Waking up this morning to see the aftermath of last night's first monsoon storm of 2019. Seen worse. Few branches down, leaves and twigs everywhere. Moisture still heavy in the air, it feels very muggy.

Taking an internet hiatus for a couple weeks was refreshing.

Started exercising again. (Hat tip to my old mucker @jaseyhall for the nudge)

Watched Assassin's Creed. It was good. Watched The Predator. It was not good.

Bought a new TV.

Bailed on the Cult Of The Dead Cow book.

Started The Outsider by Stephen King.

My sister put my face through that creepy FaceApp aging thingy.

Related: my likeness prolly pwned by the Russians for the rest of my life. Or something.

Much to nod about here. Billy Bragg summing up my thoughts about Morrissey.

Worryingly, Morrissey's reaction to being challenged over his support of For Britain, his willingness to double down rather than apologise for any offence caused, suggests a commitment to a bigotry that tarnishes his persona as the champion of the outsider. Where once he offered solace to the victims of a cruel and unjust world, he now seems to have joined the bullies waiting outside the school gates.

As an activist, I'm appalled by this transformation, but as a Smiths fan, I'm heartbroken

I really like Twenty One Pilots and you will too. You have great music taste just like me. The Blurryface album on heavy rotation in my ears.