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For a while I had Willem Dafoe’s “Haaaark! Hark, Triton” speech from The Lighthouse as my wake-up alarm. After a couple glorious weeks of startling awake to the curses of a crazed lighthouse keeper, my partner used the marital veto and I changed it back to the default gentle jingle. Haven’t messed with it since.

You’re sort of right. It’s a condition associated with the rapid-growth breeds raised in commercial farms, and has become more prevalent over time. It’s called woody breast.

Almost 20 years ago I convinced my high school library to let me install Debian on one of the computer groups. I found the “eject” command, and wrote a script that just invoked it with an argument to close the tray. I named that script “inject”. Being high schoolers, my friends and I made scripts to “eject” and “inject”, along with various beeps, and named the scripts suggestive and tawdry things. We all had a good giggle setting the systems off on their little routines and walking away.

It’s hex numbers that map to ASCII characters: 72 r 75 u 6c l 65 e

Hand of Juno just released their first album, Psychotic Banana, and I’ve been binging it for a solid two weeks. Good mix of heavy and melodic, and good variation between songs. Got its hooks in me.

I will say, some songs are different enough that they almost sound like different artists, so if you check them out it’s worth trying a few tracks. “Polline” and “Destroy the Line” are my favorite heavy songs. “The One”, “We’ve Built the Line”, and “Not a Game” are my favorites on the melodic side.

The small one’s Stun, big one’s Kill