Just fleeting thoughts that pop into my mind. Or perhaps things I’ve been thinking about that don’t really warrant a full-on post.
Started working on a side project I’m calling “Pitch”. It’s an end to end encrypted website starter inspired by SiteJS by the Small Technology Foundation.
Got a basic vue app set up with the vue-cli but now can’t work out why my private key generator sometimes returns what I expect — a Uint8Array — and more often a mess of random characters.
Am I misunderstanding something I wonder?
Lead to the river, midsummer, I waved
— Nymphetamine. Lyrics by Dani Filth
A ‘V’ of black swans on with hope to the grave.
All through Red September with skies fire-paved
I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones
Released in 2004, this is one of my favourite albums from my younger days.
Thanks to a work mate, my love for this band has been re-ignited. I have been listened to their albums lots over the past couple of weeks, but this one has stood out to me above most.
Possibly helped along from the nostalgia I feel for this album.
So the whole “No mask no entry” rule in #tesco is basically bullshit. Every time I’m in there I see at least one person not wearing one.
Sorting through and moving all of my photos from google photos into ProtonDrive. In preparation for finally deleting my google account once and for all. ProtonDrive offers encrypted storage that perfectly meets my needs — secure storage that actually cares about privacy.
I think this is a great choice — she was great in Game of Thrones and that strength of character I can see playing Ellie.
Oh golly I just found the back up of my old website with loads and loads of old posts I thought Id lost. 💚
Uninstalled Resident Evil 0. That game is infuriating. Maybe I’ll try again in 2022.
Completely forgot Cradle of Filth did a cover of Devil Woman. Incredible. 💚
I remembered that the tide had been out, the stretches of flat sand exposed, the row of bathing-huts, lined like denture in an open mouth, forming a solid background to the golden expanse.
from The House on the Strand — Chapter One
The small, pane-less windows gave little light, the aperture tight closed by oiled parchment, while the lighted candles standing on the trestle table at the bed’s foot threw monstrous shadows on ochre-coloured walls.
from The House on the Strand — Chapter Six
