Korin

Moving to 11ty (and away from Bear)

2026-06-16T12:17:00.000Z

It's been a little while since I've written on this site, and that's because, despite my previous post I can't get on with the Bear editor.

If Herman created an API so technical folk like me can create a custom front-end, I'd be all over it. But alas, he doesn't want to do that. So I decided to switch the site over the 11ty, and I host it over on Bunny CDN.

It's also allowed me to customise the design a little bit too. My hope is that I can now build a nice front end and basically have a simple CMS for managing this site, which will make me write more because God knows there's plenty I want to rant about!

Peace. ✌🏻

For the Love of Bear!

2025-08-15T14:50:00.000Z

I've been looking at other blogging platforms, but nothing compares to the simplicity of bear. I'm gonna stick around, I think.

So I started this blog last year, then got too busy and gave up. Over the last couple of months I've been looking at other blogging platforms just to see what's out there so I can start again.

I wanted something that's hosted for me, simple to use, not too opinionated, and allows me to bring my own CSS.

Folks, I tried like 10 different tools and all of them failed in at least 1 of my requirements. The only one that passed all of them was good old, Bear Blog. It also has the added fun of a cool way of getting our content discovered.

So why the hell did I waste time looking at other tools? I dunno, because it's fun I guess. 🤷‍♂️ Anyway, I signed up for a lifetime license and I'm here, ready to do this blogging thing again.

So expect more rants, more opinions, more of me moaning about my life, work and everything else. Actually, just more of me. God help you all!

Peace ✌🏻

Mouth Dildos

2024-05-21T19:21:00.000Z

People that use mouth dildos annoy the hell out of me. Either commit and smoke a cigarette, or give it up.

I loathe smoking. I think it's disgusting and I don't understand why anyone would want to do it.

I especially hate it when there's a gaggle of smokers huddled around the front door of a pub, tooting away on their fags while I'm forced to walk through their carcinogenic smog, just so I can get a pint. It's vile and I don't want my pink fluffy lungs to turn black.

But do you know what I hate more than smoking?

Mouth dildos.

What the hell is a mouth dildo?

-- Everyone

This is a mouth dildo:

Not only do you look ridiculous putting that stupid contraption in your mouth, but the plumes of flavoured vapour that bellow from these things make you look like a complete and utter tool.

I don't want to be subjected to your cherry ice cream vapour, so piss off and do it somewhere else. We don't want to smell your stupid vape. So please, put it away, because you look (and smell) ridiculous.

Peace ✌🏻

How Many Genders Are There?

2024-05-14T16:57:00.000Z

There's 2 genders, right? We all know that.

Of course there is. You're either a bloke, who has the dangly bits between their legs, or you're a woman without said dangly bits.

But maybe there's others? Maybe you have the dangly bits, but it doesn't feel right to call yourself a man? Maybe it's the opposite? Or something in between?

Honestly, I don't care. You could identify as a potato and I'll still respect your wishes. But getting pissed off at me if I misidentify you is not cool.

Look, it's a minefield out there when it comes to people identifying as non-binary. We've been mincing about this planet for hundreds of thousands of years, and for most that time there's been 2 genders. Male and female.

But in the last few decades there's been a number of other genders that have sprung up. So if I think you look like a man, and I refer to you as "him", or "dude", or "mate", don't get up on your high horse and start screaming "YOU ASSUMED MY GENDER! NAZI!"

I assumed your gender because you look like a dude! If you identify as something else, that's fine. Tell me politely and I'll happily respect your wishes. Live and let live, and all that. Makes no difference to me.

If you're not a dick about the whole thing, you're far more likely to get people on-side. Hearts and mind, people. Hearts. And. Minds.

You're always gonna get bigots. That's par for the course at this point. But making a mistake doesn't make someone a bigot, or a transphobe, or a TERF, or a Nazi.

It just makes them human.

Peace ✌🏻

You Know, It’s Ok to Talk About It

2024-04-29T16:58:00.000Z

Men can be closed off dick heads. I'm here to tell you that it's ok to talk about feelings and shit.

I thought that instead of typing up another rant, I'd do something a bit different. I want to share a little anecdote with you.

Around 20 years ago, I joined the British Army; right at the height of the Iraq and Afghan conflicts.

Yeah, I've never been the sharpest tool in the box.

Anyway, Iraq was awful. I lost a couple of friends, more were badly hurt, and I myself suffered a minor shrapnel wound.

It's fair to say that I saw stuff out there that no-one should ever see. I finished my tour of Iraq and less than a year later I found myself in Afghanistan.

For me, Afghan was marginally better than Iraq. I won't go into detail as to why as that could reveal who I am, but suffice to say, it wasn't quite as bad as Iraq.

I got back from Afghan and I was fucked. Not physically though. Mentally. The Army might spin this yarn that they give their troops the help they need, but the fact of the matter is, if you went to the "Med Centre" claiming you were having mental health problems, you'd quickly become the laughing stock of the battalion.

You'd be labelled a pussy. A fanny. Not tough enough be a soldier.

Note: This might not be the case any more. It's been a long time since I served, but that's what it was like then I was serving.

So I didn't get help, and it utterly fucked me. I was having nightmares. I was taking it out on my loved ones. I was all over the show.

Then my (now) wife convinced me to go see a professional to help me process some of this baggage.

I did, and it really helped. Actually, it was one of the best things I've ever done. Do I still have demons? Yes. Do I let them affect my life? For the most part, no.

So, my message to you is - whether you're a soldier, a police officer, a fire fighter, a janitor, an office worker, or anything else - if you have shit going on upstairs, don't let it fester. Go and see someone about it. Someone impartial, who can just listen and help you process that shit.

You can thank me later.

Peace. ✌️

Unpopular Opinion on “Nazis”

2024-04-21T14:21:00.000Z

Every time I doomscroll on social media, I see post on how there’s all these Nazis hanging around the place. It’s apparently so prevalent that I’m half expecting Adolf to to be hiding in an ally, lobbing copies of Mein Kampf at passers by.

If social media is to be believed, Nazis are everywhere.

But here’s the thing, I think these people claiming that a person is a “Nazi” are actually talking about “a person that I don’t like.”

Are these people running about the gaff committing atrocities, like murdering millions of innocent Jews? Fuck, have they murdered a single innocent Jew? Probably not.

Are these people you dislike dickheads? Maybe. Are they right-wing idiots with an inflated sense of self? Probably. 🤷‍♂️

But they're absolutely not Nazis. Please stop calling them that, because I have news for you; it makes you sound like an utter, utter plonker.

Peace. ✌️

Public Toilets Are Disgusting

2024-04-15T10:43:00.000Z

Why do public toilets have to be so damned disgusting? Like, seriously, they’re minging!

So you’re in work, slaving away to “The Man” and all of a sudden you need to take a dump. You lock your computer and toddle off to the loo. 🚽

You head into a cubicle, lift the seat and the inside of the toilet is spattered with diarrhoea.

Great.

It’s the only cubicle free, so you drop your pants and settle in.

The toilet seat is still warm though. 🤢

You're trying not to vomit from the bog of eternal stench. You're worried about the fact that your balls are hovering 4 inches from someone else’s runny waste. Then to add insult to injury, someone let’s rip in the cubicle next to you and it sounds like the world is falling out of his arse.

It’s too much. You decide to hold on and do it at home instead…

If you’re ”That Guy” do us all a favour and clean the toilet after you plaster it with your crap.