#GoodEvening! This evening's husbandly role is to protect not one, but two, dinner plates, with quite a lot of salmon, from the feline population of the residence while one (adult) daughter has retired exhausted to bed, and the GoodLadyWife is on an extended phone call. It could be far worse!
Beyond such #Chaosium goodness of games there'll be a range of panels & seminars at #ChaosiumConUK, including mine riffing around spirituality, faith, religion & Role-playing, plus The Wall of Heroes (memorial space for departed RPG friends) which I curate. (Me, doing self-promotion? Heave forbid!)
#Goodnight from Ivor Noakes, greenkeeper & gamekeeper, sipping rum, grimly watching feral, blood-handed, year 5s of Warren Primary School, adorned in hoods of coney hide (complete with ears) as they disembowel unfortunate fox in nature reserve, with glass-shard daggers & sharp flint-studded clubs.
#GoodAfternoon folks! This post is brought to you from a Pop-Up Coffee Stop of the university Chaplain, accompanied by Acting students banter and, from behind closed door, soulful beauty of live song. Were I ever able to stop, step back, these are things I would miss. Not conducive to writin though!
#Goodnight from The finest Victorian Gothic of The Cock Hotel, Hampton Wells, where cataract-ridden Rick Mabbutt sips overcold bottled ale to snick of pool balls & dubious music, clearly seeing passing phantom trams, rattling, & ghostly darts as they thunk into nonexistent treble top...
#GoodMorning! I've had the #coffee, treated myself to breakfast (guts having declared themselves empty) & wrestle with work phone, which dislikes me today. Time to walk to Development Hub soon. Carry On!
Goodnight from Martin Ransome, relieved at a better night on the smallholding, but frustrated at trail camera's failure. Goodnight from Evie Hadlow, high & blessed on polyphonic praise from Sung Compline at St. Ragener's Chapel at Nether Stoaton, despite empty church & lack of priest. Goodnight all.
"Photographed as possessed & seen". I suspect it came from a grandparent, but I have no supporting story or evidence to confirm or deny origin, sadly.
And as the father of nonbinay Spawn (agreed terminology) this Chaplain says "amen!"
Addendum: 4) Any auto comment/respond for any cause for *any* cause whether I agree or not, is an INSTANT block.
So very sorry to hear. Hold the memories of feline love, care for the other half, look after yourself. Will try to remember to pray.
Reposted in solidarity (& as might be expected, slight insobriety). Perhaps in need to write a gently-boozrd blurb for Notebook. NB. Not as much an alcoholic as he appears, honest. ;)
Everything Will Swallow You, with an owl bookmark.
Everything Will Swallow You, with a Green Man bookmark.
Everything Will Swallow You, with a chicken bookmark.
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You might like it if you like:
Folkloric creatures
Old records
Intricate psychedelic stories
The idea of circular time
All shares much-appreciated.
Goodnight@hookland.bsky.social & beyond, as Martin Ransome, nearing 60th birthday, ponders losses of smallholding & chicken coop to disease, blight & sharp teeth, remembers agéd grandfather's tales of fair folk, & leaves milk, meat & trail camera, more in hope than expectation of closure.
Thank you, good sir!
Ta muchly!
I'm Birthday-drunk enough to be cautious about what I type, but I send best wishes & such prayers as I as I can.
Now those I like. Clear but not staid, legible but not dull. I'm not envious, and you can have too many dice, but those look good.
80s dork too, though definite conflicts on some questions. I'm happy with that.
I forgot to post this earlier, so #GoodAfternoon "all! A glorious day for a University Applicant Visit Day. There's been #coffee & it's delightful to be out and about. There are worse ways to mark a natal day!"
#Goodnight from Nick Sampson, pen in hand, crouched over desk in attic garret, pondering mortality, lines unwritten, & futures unfulfilled. Goodnight from Rosie Jones, laying to rest late father's controlling memory, colouring her Bible, pondering third career, & awaiting lover's arrival. Goodnight.
While I'm tempted by The Mitchester (& sorely need to shame-facedly slink in by the back gate to the 1970s Smoking Garden) I'm aware of weariness & the needs of work tomorrow, which makes a visit unlikely. Raising distant wine glass in salute to patrons, wherever they may be.
Birthday eve, closer to decade significance than comfortable, I admit to slight unease. It's late this year, but common enough, this gentle gloom. Is it the ghost of regret of potential unfulfilled, books unwritten? Concern of decreasing relevance or meaningful legacy? Yet, truly, all shall be well.
#GoodAfternoon! I've failed to post anything today. So here I am to remedy that. There's been #coffee, conversation, & presence. This is good. There'll more presence tomorrow too for an Applicant Visit Day; good enough. Whether I'll achieve anything creative today is another matter. Carry On!
Goodnight from moonlit banks of the Lentbourne, as ghostly Tom, the miller's son, pursues ever-alluring, never-caught, water-maidens, unaware his grieving family met their maker 100 years ago. Goodnight from the navvies of the never-finished Amberley cut, downing ethereal spirits to song. Goodnight.
#GoodMorning! Slightly cheeky change of pattern today. After 2nd #coffee & Morning Prayer (tech- & God-willing) Mrs Moose & I will sally forth to the Capital, to meet friends, eat, drink & engage in minor retail therapy (more than I'd normally do on upcoming birthday (when I'm working an extra day).
No shame in a PgDip. It's still higher level (usually, in my experience, without a dissertation). Find & hold your joy in study, achievement, & don't let anyone steal it. You still have value, which goes beyond the letters...
#Goodnight #Hookland from Young Annie Mint, bolting door to her tumbledown cottage near Carwick Roodhouse. She makes a herbal tea, ensures loft hatch is open & turns photo of her beloved war-dead husband to the wall. Abed, she awaits arrival of her other lover, his embrace both fire & ice. Goodnight
There are worse places to be, and The Guide & the Argan Argar Atlas are things of beauty, as is the entire Lozenge. (Says he, contributor of a tiny corner of canonical Genertela, and far more proud of it than he should be). I don't remember anyone telling me. White Dwarf magazine 40+ years ago?