Weird how every time I see a photo of this guy I hear Freddie Mercury in my head singing
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Any way the wind blows
Doesn’t really matter
To me
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That would be asinine

Love this book so much! Can’t wait for the next one.

Cover of Angine de Poitrine Volume Two. Two musicians wearing black and white polka dot costumes.

Sunday sounds. Even better than Volume One. Math rock meets jazz skronk meets prog noodling. Exhilarating!

Bright pink cover of The Night Guest with blood and/or red wine dripping into a wine glass.

I followed that up with The Night Guest by Hildur Knútsdóttir, which was also fantastic! Delightfully weird and creepy. My first from her. Looking forward to more.

Covers of the 3 main Fallen books, some shorter fiction, and the 2 Dragons and Blades novellas. Note that the Wars, Memories, and Starlight collection also includes Xuya shorts and others.

Cheers Womble! Hope you’re well. This week I finished up reading Aliette de Bodard’s Dominion of the Fallen series which was great! Hoping there might be more Thuan and Asmodeus at some point.

I found the tone of that article kind of condescending

This is Kallik, a 3 yr old polar bear at the Oregon Zoo, enjoying his ice bath. The name means "lightning" in Inuktitut.

Kallik has two salt water pools for swimming in, but loves his cold plunge, too.

Let's talk about how polar bears (Ursus maritimus) are adapted to cold water living.

social housing units built by year in Canada, 1972-2010

- by number of units
- as % of all housing built

A friendly reminder that having house prices drop in one segment of one market doesn’t equate to affordability improving across the board.

Few are building homes that target the needs of half of the population, or those whose income sits below the median.

Proclamation of the Constitution Act, 1982

Happy anniversary to the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms!

Enacted on April 17, 1982, when Queen Elizabeth II signed the Proclamation of the Constitution Act, 1982, it helps ensure all Canadians can live free from discrimination.

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Hookland was made by Soviet science fiction and cosmonauts. It was made by pulp novels my mother didn’t want me to read, but that my Aunt Barbara still lent me. Made by countless bad films surreptitiously watched on an old black and white TV. It has been shaped by a refusal to sneer at the work of Stephen King because Salem’s Lot was brilliant when I read it at 11 and still is. In fact, it has been shaped by a refusal to sneer at anything that generated a sense of sublime, awe and terror in childhood – even being forced to perform interpretive dance to Tomita. It has been made by brilliant writers – Aickman, Machen, Jackson – and it has been made by bad ones. It owes large debts to comics, goth, punk and movie soundtracks that is will never repay. Its substitute parents are free public libraries and Radio 4. It comes with a childhood place soaked with fear of ghosts and UFOs, it comes from a place of love for those exact same engines of terror. It comes from a revulsion for how psychogeography has increasingly became an academic and art language that excludes people from their own primal experience of landscape. It comes for a raging dislike of commodity writing about place and nature. It comes from an absolute refusal to allow fascists to easily occupy their cherished grounds of myth and folklore. It comes from the cunning, the ghost soil, the landscape of England as experienced by this broken body for five long decades. It comes from being a Fully-grown Changeling. Fay Godwin, Paul Nash and Dame Laura Knight are always muttering about it with disapproval in the imagined afterlife. Nothing in it is made up, just remembered differently. It was designed to be a permissive space, a common ground where people could explore and find their own hauntings. You all own it, you all make it. You are all marching with the spirits of dead spaceman, wood sprites and a thousand lost childhoods. You are all scuffling up your memories, your own stories as you navigate across th…

Today's answer to What is Hookland?

Hey it's Friday and the Canadian oil industry made $1.5 billion in profits this week.

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If women were 9 out of 10 stalkers, it's all we would talk about.

If women committed 97% of sexual assaults, it's all we would talk about.

Men wanna squabble over "62 million views doesn't mean 62 million men" & we're giving them the space & grace we would never afford women in ANY circumstance.

Excellent title for a short story

Yes hello 👋

The best seat in town It's a public bathroom, yes, but it's really a piece of infrastructure that unlocks access to the city

My latest dispatch 🇫🇷

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Bog witches of the world
Unite and take over
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Yesss

Hmmm not the new Angine de Poitrine then

Looks like Friday night dinodisco

Games like darts, billiards, bowling and chess completely give away what's going on.

The ONLY reason to segregate these sports by sex in the first place is because men cannot emotionally handle losing to women.

The ONLY reason to lock out trans people is bigotry.

Do horses want cake? We conducted an investigation into statements published by @bencollins.bsky.social in the print edition of @theonion.com.

I Work Very Hard, And I Would Like To Try Cake By A Horse Hello. I am a horse. I work very hard at my job of being a horse. When humans say move the heavy thing, I move the heavy thing. When humans sit on top of me and pull on my head, I carry them where they want to go. The main food the humans give me is hay and oats. But I am thinking it would be nice to have a different food. I am thinking I would like to try cake. Yes, yes. Cake. I know all about it. When humans eat cake, it is in glad times. It is the food for a celebration, such as when a woman becomes 47. I have seen cake on the Fourth of July. When humans have a cake, they stand around it and clap hands and smile and say happy birthday at each other. Sometimes there are beautiful markings on a cake, such as balloons or a pink shape. Sometimes the top of a cake is on fire and a boy must blow on the fire with mouth wind. This is the scariest cake. I do not want this kind. But I will eat any other cake. Any cake that is not the fire cake that tries to kill the boy. Please understand: I do not get money for doing work. I do not get to go inside the house. All I am either doing my horse job or standing in my pen or eating food off the floor. I always do these things. But I have never once gotten cake and I would like it very much. I have noticed that human children get to eat cake. But I am bigger than the children. I am more helpful to the farm. Children do not move the heavy things like me or let anyone ride on them. And yet they get cake. Maybe the humans will realize this. Maybe they will say, "You know who deserves cake? That horse. That horse whose back we are always on." Every day I dream about what it will be like if I get to eat cake. Here is what will happen. First, I will walk to the cake and putt my nose at it like hrrfff to make and stomping my hooves to make sure it is not a snake. Then I will trot in a circle to show that I am a horse and I am large. After that, I will nuzzle the cake to …

The horse op-ed is an instant classic. I can't tell you how much joy this piece gives me.

It should be taught in every introductory writing class in no small part because the horse arguments are so compelling. "I have noticed that human children get to eat cake. But I am bigger than the children."

If all goes according to plan, in a few hours, a crew of astronauts will begin a journey that will take them on a loop around the moon. Here's a video that NASA put together to help people visualize the journey through space, first orbiting the earth before looping around the moon and flying home 🔭

Trans joy is beautiful!

Sherpa is still my favourite song of theirs but I’m looking forward to the new album. Their music makes my math brain very happy 😊

look at this baby beaver and feel better briefly

(@ wildheartrescue on TT)

Okay, but on the Danforth I assume there’s still all those great Greek places. I woulda gone with bougatsa. 😋