Elden ring and Warhammer 40k immediately spring to mind. I do love pesky pantheons in my fiction

I always loved seeing the hospital when I went to university in Belfast.
However, there's always a special place in my heart for Marlborough House as it is the one I saw all the time growing in the Craigavon area of Northern Ireland

Does Pacific Rim count?

Some comics for your visual receptors

One of my top 5 albums of 2025. Would be awesome to see her perform in a gothic church.

Liminality warnings in force for England

Likewise, it's always nice to chat to other world travellers 🙂

My excellent haul from the Blue coat print fair (Liverpool) includes the works of @toucantango.bsky.social (top left), Geeniejay (bottom left), and @jontofski.bsky.social (right side).

A few more:

“She inserted herself into the group like a glass shard amongst the dishes”

“Their rework of the decor had the same effect as tipp-exing the lines of a new colouring book”

“The show was as culturally relevant as a spanish didgeridoo”

#metaphornityward

George Orwell promoted creating metaphors rather than relying on dying metaphors. I therefore open the "Metaphornity ward" to share our birthed metaphors.

Two I made are:

“He was greeted as warmly as a rooster in the city”

“He was as deep and layered as a swiss roll”

#metaphornityward

There's a bunch here I like and a bunch I haven't listened to which I will now, thanks!
If you want a recommendation I would suggest Boko Yout's Gusto album

17 please

A wee thing I made to stick on the wall to remember the attack steps in @bastionland.bsky.social's Mythic Bastionland

Greeting card I made from my visit in Oulu
Found the location on the @atlasobscura.com site (www.atlasobscura.com/places/oulu-...)

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Part three in my collection of Emaciated entities.

Part of a bigger WIP project: m-gemmell.github.io/Emaciated_En...

A fallen tree with cracks aflame,
Those it touches become like kings.
Shining bright but ultimately put to shame,
For it’ll burn within you, The Lighter of Kindling.

When it courses through you with voltage,
It’ll bequeath you a mighty strength.
Burning through your body in rage,
To pay you’ll go to any length.

Across your skin branching like a tree,
Disguised as an arboreal tattoo.
You know it is a key,
To a power that glows Electric blue.

Red lines, stretch marks,
Appear as your body reconfigures.
Now your trunk is rough like bark,
Traced over with lichtenburg figures.

The Lighter of Kindling

With your physique you stand tall and proud,
Your muscles gleaming and glistening.
But it’s always the largest to be struck down,
By that force of nature, lightning.

📅 @cgr-uol.bsky.social have opened registration for the next Python for Bioinformatics workshop.
This workshop is aimed at Python beginners & will give you transferable skills to manipulate your own data & experience in Python modules.
2nd & 4th December 2025.
www.liverpool.ac.uk/genomic-rese...

I'm leading the below Python workshop. It's perfect for those new to bioinformatics or programming who want to learn the foundations of Python 🐍. I worked hard on the materials and I am very proud of how they came out 😃

Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. The great mathematician Fibonacci is in town tonight. Go see him. He’ll sort you out." Man bursts into tears. Says, "But doctor... I am Fibonacci." Good joke. Everybody laughs. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.

I heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life is harsh and cruel. Says he can only count like 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8….

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Part two in my collection of Emaciated entities.

Who wrote this poem?
It's in my hand.
Did it come from my dome?
I don't understand.

For to enchant others the payment’s your mind,
To be replaced with its inkened blots.
So be content with your fate assigned,
Decided upon by the taker of thoughts.

Body of a plucked goose,
Head of a dried squid.
Our success is just a ruse,
For it'll win with its black liquid.

Lay it atop a down pillow,
And descend to the abyss.
Every thought weighs a kilo,
so write them down as a list.

The Taker of Thoughts

Grab its white feather,
Write with its thick ink.
Surrender your words till you're not but leather,
Then with empty brain you can let your head sink.