This past weekend, I celebrated my Fifth Strokiversary (1, 2, 3, 4). Which I guess means Stroke Bloke is five.
A fair amount of water has passed under the bridge in five years. Let’s reflect, shall we?
[For more personal reflections, join me at the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading Now We Are Five
Still looking for Reasons To Be Fearful? I’m guessing not, huh?
Analysts are trying to work out what happens to markets in the event of an all-out nuclear war https://t.co/hGEOi45G44
— Wall Street Journal (@WSJ) August 11, 2017
As @mrkocnnll writes, that
is the most “easier to imagine the end of the world than the end of capitalism” thing I have ever fucking seen
[If you haven’t checked out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter, maybe this is your last chance…?]
Last week’s proto-rant finished with the shock news that Donald Trump’s supposed favourite song is all kinds of awesome. And hey, as of 5:08 PM today, Theresa May’s still Prime Minister at the sufferance of a Conservative party none of whom want to win Pass the Brexit Parcel of Shit.
So, let’s check out Theresa’s Desert Island Discs, shall we?
[You’re more likely to find awesome choons at the Apoplexy Newsletter, obvs.]
Man, what a week.
In chronological order
[Check out the apoplexy newsletter for more knockabout fun.] Continue reading Tangents
Phew! That was quite a weekend! On Friday evening, I had the great pleasure of co-hosting the launch of the chapbook In Failure & In Ruins by my friend, former Into the Void Poetry Competition winner Mark Bolsover.
The next day, Mrs Stroke Bloke and I headed through to Glasgow to see the latest production from Kneehigh Theatre, whose Mayday Mayday had such an effect on us in the months after my stroke.
[For more whimsy and reflections, check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading Outward Bound
Before we get started, I’d like to direct you to Marcelo’s comment to recent post Into The Trees. and the associated Wired article.
[For more cheery, knockabout humour, check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter] Continue reading Prouder, Stronger, Better
I guess a couple of the questions that Ghost in the Shell – the subject of last week’s post – raises are What does it mean to be human? What does it mean to be alive? And inadvertently, What does it take to turn a squat-dwelling anarchist into a willing super-weapon for a government that used her as a disposable lab experiment?
Long-suffering readers of the blog may recall that I’m interested in what it means to be alive….
[Find more enjoyably prosaic thoughts in the Apoplexy Tiny Letter]
Continue reading Into The Trees
It has never been hard to tell the difference between a Scotsman with a grievance and a ray of sunshine, PG Wodehouse once wrote. And today, as the Scottish Parliament debates the merits of approaching Westminster regarding another Independence referendum and just under half of the MSPs grumble about the Scottish Government manufacturing grievances, maybe it’s time to change the stereotype?
[For more sugar, spice, and nice things, check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter]
Continue reading A Ray of Sunshine
It’s Trump -2 days until The Elephant’s Nelly (throwback: 1, 2) is anointed leader of that shining city on a hill.
I’m sure this has always been the case, but “Inauguration Day” is an anagram for “A Gaudy Urination.”
— Ben Greenman (@bengreenman) January 15, 2017
How do you feel? Exultant? Depressed?
Normal?
[apoplectic.me’s been a little stroke-lite recently. Not today, though. And there’s a stroke special coming next week…]
I was consulting with some experts in a hospital this morning.
That’s right, Leslie Nielsen. The details aren’t important right now. What’s important is that I wasn’t the Consultant. I feel like if you’re doing medicine stuff, it’s best that you be qualified to be doing the medicining.
[More of this sort of thing? Check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading Trigger Happy