What happened was, a cricket got into a vent pipe on our roof. And is now stuck somewhere in the ceiling of the bathroom around the extractor fan. Which is about as fun as it sounds. So loud for one so smorl Mr Cricket.
Options: (a) move (b) take apart extractor fan housing and try to rescue the bugger (c) wait it out because how long could he last?
We're on day three.
UPDATE: well, bless him, he lasted another two days. That sound we hear is NO MORE CRICKET. Glorious.
Yesterday I had a throwaway tweet about it being summer here in Phoenix because it got to 111°. Well today is going to be 114° and coincidentally also the day the compressor in one of our AC units gave up the ghost. Fun!
The afternoon clouds roll in. The sun but a faint memory. Thunder begins and the heavens open. These are the days Phoenix craves. And so we sip coffee and watch it all unfold.
I've bought two pairs of Airpods Pro in the space of three years. While the sound quality was great, the reliability not so much. So I'm trying a little something new. Some Sony WF-1000XM4 are literally the things in my ears as I type this. Quite simply the best headphones I've ever owned.
I love me a bit of both of them. Of late Taika can seemingly do no wrong, and I'm so here for it.
Time Magazine's 100 Most Influential People.
He represents the best of the bygone era of wild, rock-star Hollywood types, mixed with the brilliance of a top auteur … Actually, sorry, but this guy’s really starting to piss me off. Mr. “I’m a bloody genius but I’m still fun.” Can someone else write this piece?
The house next door sold and yesterday our new neighbors started moving in. Trying to get the balance right between giving them breathing room to settle in, and leaving it far too late to introduce ourselves. As you do.
Digging the concept art of Erik Taberman.
Without a doubt, a passing that has hit me the most. Depeche Mode wrote the soundtrack to my youth.
Alison Moyet today on Twitter:
I have just heard the news. Since we were 10. Same estate. Class mates to label mates. He who kept faith with all the old gang and they with him. It doesn’t compute. Fletch. I have no words.
Today marks a bit of a milestone. For I arrived on these fine shores of the United States on the 5th May 1997. Assuming my calculations are correct, that was 25 years ago. 😳 I've lived in the US for a quarter of a century. 😳 Bonkers to think this is the place I've lived the longest in my entire life.
I woke up this morning with Everyday Is Like Sunday by Morrissey stuck in my head. Nothing wrong with that you'd say, and I would initially agree with you. It's just I'm still conflicted about him and still a little bitter the man who wrote the soundtrack to my youth turned out the way he did.