18aug26

Me too, mancub, me too. Herself incubated what may possibly be plague at Bloodstock and is therefore in the Plague Cell (our daughter’s old room) once again. The internet is acting like an elephant is sitting on it. The humidity continues to be fucking terrible. But I am not ready for summer to end. I still need to get down to Old Leigh! (Nightmare scenario: we are already talking about Xmas planning) OPERATIONS: script/dev/essay/newsletterSTATUS: breathing soupREADING: THE KILLER’S MARK, MW Craven (UK) (US+) ‘Agreed. You want overt or covert surveillance?’ ‘Surprise me.’ ‘Covert it is then. Having a scrap with a bunch of Bruce Lee wannabes will let the boys vent some of that pent-up anger.’ ‘Who you gonna use?’ ‘Best you don’t know,’ Towler said. ‘But rest assured they’re fucking animals. Half of them still eat with their feet.’ LISTENING: IF WE COULD HEAR, Natalie Beridze Yes, I am playing it in the CD drive! Like an Old! LAST WATCHED: LET THE CORPSES TAN (2017) on MUBI, a Belgian…