Holy what the fuck

I don’t follow Jay Hulme. But I did see something a few years back about him scaling back online due to some kind of harassment.

Well, now the BBC’s religion editor has run a long story about it.

I also did my periodic check over Jay's social media, because while I do not follow because I might be an Anglican-watcher I don't need THAT much waxing lyrical about queer-affirming church in my regular feed, I do find some of his work and/or hot takes cool or interesting.

I particularly enjoyed A post with five years of photos of Leicester Cathedral renovations in progress. As well as being cool because Jay got access to, eg, the internal scaffolding, so there's at-level photos of the clerestory and close ups of some delightful grotesques, it involves this sentence:

And so, unable to resist, I reached out my arm, and in that dusty room, hidden away above the Cathedral, I touched Sir Ian McKellen’s left nipple.

Weekend... listening post?

I spent most of this past weekend hyperfocusing on little pixelated men (Age of Empires). I have also contemplated my family-ish medical-logistics. I have considered where I might fit within this. I must now contemplate my own, after seeing specialist 1 and finding out he can't do much until I've dealt with the domain of specialist 2.

I do not have solutions.

I do have this recommendation, which I have seen aggregate-classiified as both country and punk:

Watch on YouTube

I saw, somewhere deep in the #proofofcat or #caturday feed on Bluesky, someone recommend this in response to a "look at my asshole cat who just waltzed back in after I've been putting up Lost Cat posters for days". The recommender was a friend of one of the band members, and apparently the song is about a prodigal cat.

I bought the whole album and am enjoying it.