I asked an AI to show me how Egyptian pyramids were built, and now I'm pretty sure I'll have nightmares for life 🤯

Toothache. Weighing the merits of hitting myself in the face with a hammer.

I’m trying to read this. It’s a bit turgid. The slightly stale whiff of Glastonbury High St.

I saw Pierre Henry play a gig in Iceland. He was fabulously grumpy.

How charming that this arrives on Halloween.

A deluge of Nightjars.

Fuck it. Gonna watch Alien: Romulus. I know it’s the same old dance but at least it won’t be a ponderous fright-free snooze.

Well. I really liked the ‘wet floor’ hazard sign on the spaceship.

Paint me like one of your French girls.

Very nice writing on Don Henley’s Boys of Summer. thequietus.com/opinion-and-es…

Intriguing. Leeds bus station bosses apologise for mysterious ‘terrible’ smell.

Now playing. Wild, atonal rare Morricone cuts. Very nice.

Great canter through the Jones catalogue. bbc.co.uk/news/articles/…

Listening to the Sydney gig. About twenty minutes in it sounds like 23 Skidoo and Mary’s Operation. Fab.

The fact that it is even close suggests that America is a failed experiment.

Latest Boomkat tape sounds like that fella who used to bang his head with a tea tray.

Unrelenting daily psychic blight, how we’ve missed you.

So the Autechre live bundle is indivisible and includes gigs like the Barbican which I’ve already paid for once? Not cool, Warp.

Two iPads, no sync.

My team of assistants have been working tirelessly moving my hi-octane drivel to @kidnarco.bsky.social. This account will now close. Fuck you Musk.