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Sometimes you just want junkfood.

Even though I didn’t drive, I was still pretty worn out by the time I got back from the film festival panel on the weekend. Luckily, Jane had made chicken Provençal, which was a nice thing to come home to. She’d opened a bottle of Chardonnay for the recipe—Allendale, I think—so I had a glass with dinner. It was the first bottle of wine we’d opened in about six months. Anyway, it was nice. We ate, had a drink, and then I sort of drifted around, not doing much of anything.

Fifty cent beach trip.

I had a Sunday gig at the Australian Film Institute’s AACTA Festival down at Surfers Paradise and decided I’d try the train rather than driving there and back. The train to the coast doesn’t really go to the coast. You don’t finish up at the beach but in the hinterland. Nerang in my case.

But thanks to the last election, the fare was only fifty cents, and there’s no road congestion to deal with so… I gave it a go.

It was… pretty good.

Joe Cortisoul.

I read a lot of crazy health and fitness content so you don’t have to, and some recent crazy advice has been to avoid caffeine in the morning.

Old Man Yells at Cloud Storage.

Burger Lite

Didn’t get the usual New Year’s rush at the gym this year. Perhaps people have wised up and just gone straight from the Christmas/NY seasonal binge to the early February revenge binge without passing through the gym for an expensive and ultimately pointless detour in January.

Finished The Agency and The Ministry of Time.

Been catching up on my media consumption thanks to my lack of news media consumption these last few months. By coincidence I finished off a couple of a TV show (The Agency) and an audiobook (The Ministry of Time) I’d been watching and listening to at the same time.

No, seriously, Google, mate, I'm not interested.

Even though I rarely use El Goog for search anymore because they’ve pretty much fucked it to the max, I do use it as a news reader. The mobile app defaults to a feed of stuff you’re interested in, and the feed is pretty good because, of course, they’ve been stalking us all across the internet forever.

So, this morning, over my breakfast coffee, I opened the app and…

J'accuse!

JB's cafe.

Had an idle chat in the car the other day about my perfect cafe. I surprised myself with the number of ideas I immediately had for such a thing. Almost as if I’d been thinking about it for years.

In no particular order then, in JB’s cafe…

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