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kaiju (but make it haiku)
seven thousand ton
radioactive forehead
transmitting love songs
Maybe all we need to do
to win
is just keep going.
youtu.be/Q5maxnYgNU4
This Is Just To Say
I have turned off
the AI features
that were in
the update
and which
you were probably
hoping
to monetize
Fuck you
they were stupid
so unnecessary
and so annoying
Anti-Data Center organizing is really ramping up especially in the South.
How do you do right by your child when you feel like you're the very thing that will steer her wrong? That’s the question at the heart of my new story in @reckoningmag.bsky.social : “In the Foothills”
Every Diana Wynne Jones book I read makes me more shocked that there’s not a Marvel Studios-sized film industry built around adaptations of her work
Talked to a friend in the airline industry this week & would say the mood there is 'deeply worried.'
The very definition of "how your email finds me."
(Alt-text: a large ruffled owl looks round at the camera with a 'what now' expression, not altering its stooped position on a log.)
Photo shows a still from Coffee Prince: a poet-butcher incanting "a poet can't help but be a starving coyote."
How could I possibly quit kdramas right now.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Fz6...
*sigh*
1. That's not a direct quote. If you're going to put something in quotation marks and then go, "Wow. He just came right out and said it," it should be a direct quote.
2. This speech is from 2018. Don't present it as new/recent.
3. The actual content of the speech is bad enough.
this is just a warmed over david duke speech from 1990
The very definition of "how your email finds me."
(Alt-text: a large ruffled owl looks round at the camera with a 'what now' expression, not altering its stooped position on a log.)
Hookland has a long tradition of winged-dogs known as Feorhunds. Even the stone representations of them have a reputation for unbidden climbing and flying. Some say the nets hung around St. Agatha at Belford Darrow are to counter their proclivities for zooming around its tower.
I feel like yelling FOX when you see a FOX is in the same category as saying "biiiiig stretch" when your pet stretches, i.e. mandatory.
“Take a moment to think before you dive in. That’s the best advice for Google Photos users, as the company confirms its latest update can scan all your photos to “use actual images of you and your loved ones” in AI image generation.”
www.forbes.com/sites/zakdof...
Gov. Bill Lee signed a resolution defining family as a man, a woman, and their children, a move critics say targets LGBTQ+ households.
I am a gay dad and this is FUCKED UP
I'm not his mom, Isaac! 😂
I feel like yelling FOX when you see a FOX is in the same category as saying "biiiiig stretch" when your pet stretches, i.e. mandatory.
A young fox, a foxlet, licks its chops after discovering a bone in the grass.
Here's a probably different fox from last summer, for your time.
sorry everybody. as you were.
FOX
WORDS TEND TO BE INADEQUATE
Flaubert to Turgenev, later in March 1863 Rarefied, you are— tragic as the skin of the fox. Montaigne said that. I like page 51 and first love. My pillow is a psychologist with with feelings. A dagger is bad. A father is high drama. A live girl is ideal. A people is real. A friendship will not stand still startlingly
A found poem from one of Flaubert's letters to Turgenev . . . because my notes on their correspondence turned into short poems, as poetry is a language of inquiry into language.
Start your day off with this gorgeous poem from CP Nwankwo in @reckoningmag.bsky.social : reckoning.press/once-i-retur...
Wicker Galore! (1949) Life on a small Scottish island is changed forever after a ship full of wicker runs aground on the coast, and proves too much of a temptation of the local inhabitants.
