Nicotine.

I stopped counting when my last nicotine hit was, which I think might be the key here. A couple of years at least.

No urges, never even think about it.

When I used to work in the office I probably worked about 5 hours a day at most. The rest was spent on personal projects, fucking around, whatever

Now that I work from home it varies between two and four.

My production is exactly the same.

“Putang ina.” (“Son of a whore”)

They said this charming Filipino phrase whenever I did something stupid. So, often enough to count as a catchphrase.

Seems like a nice enough guy, but I’m not a fan. Which is fine, since I’m not his intended audience.

Mostly Harmless.

Allies.

This isn’t the 90s anymore. Today, unmoderated/poorly moderated online spaces are breeding grounds for the usual toxic assholes who ruin everything.

Blackadder, Red Dwarf, Fawlty Towers, the IT Crowd, and (oddly) The Good Place.