As a sporadic walking stick user, Dublin is nightmarish. I have on more than one occasion decided not to visit because I have having a Bad Leg Week.

Someone in Pete Eggshit's vicinity once said "Oh, you're getting a vaccine, huh? What are you, GAY or something?", and in so doing, unknowingly doomed the US Army.

Famously, disease spreading amongst the troops has never affected the battle-readiness of any army ever.

No, hang on, the other thing. 🤦‍♀️

An ath-sheachdain – tachartas sci-fi aig Fèis Arainn còmhla ris an sgrìobhadair Alistair Paul.

Next week – a Gaelic sci-fi book event and discussion with award-winning writer Alistair Paul. In the Ormidale Pavilion, Brodick.

If I ever end up living in a house with a conversation pit, I will probably just live in the conversation pit. Just throw a tonne of pillows and duvets in there and bury myself in it for most of the day, emerging only to feed and shite, like some kind of cave bogle.

strange these op-eds about women being too angry have all come out the last few days when during the same time there's also been a massive investigation published on an online rape academy with millions of viewers a month and none of them have bothered to even cover it, even as news

A whole new scam aimed at writers:

- get an email from a writers conference asking for you as a speaker
- google the conference: it's real
- say 'yeah, let's do it'
- the 'fee' is mentioned for the first time
- you check with friends listed for the event and find out the email reply address is fake

Re: nostalgia for VHS tapes and other analog media, I saw someone say like "a VHS tape never sold my information to a nazi" and yes that's true! But the reason it's true is actually because Congress passed a law in 1988 specifically making it illegal for video stores to sell your rental history

at on by a passing pigeon, which derailed the whole thing

This is the only issue of Pitt that I ever read. It also had nukes, a blue alien bounty hunter werewolf lady, and a dismembered guy who turned out to be an evil robot whose head was also a bomb. I understood none of it, because I had no context for any of it. I was 12, and it was fuggin awesome.

The cover of "Pitt" #18, "Ugly Americans," showing a view from above of the hulklike title character (with ripped pants, a chain belt and heavy metal hair, 'cuz he's awesome and edgy) with blood all over his hands, leaving behind a heap of dead US soldiers. "Ugly Americans" is written in blood on the white floor/background.

When you people go on about "The Pitt," I have to remind myself that you mean a hospital drama and not this 90's comic about a hulking, grungy alien who assassinates Bill Clinton.

The logo of the long-gone TV production company UBU Productions, which was a still photo of a black dog holding a pie-tin Frisbee in its mouth. The photo was taken in the Jardin des Tuileries, near the Louvre, c. 1982. The dog, Ubu Roi, was named after the main character of the infamous 1896 Alfred Jarry play, and this is the entire basis of the stupid joke I'm making with this post.

"Sit, Ubu, sit! Good dog!"

"MERDRE!!!"

To add insult to injury, I'm pretty sure the artwork here is AI slop. If anyone has a full book, I'd like to see it, because a minister endorsing building industry genAI propaganda for kids is dodgy as hell. There's an argument for kids being educated about building, but this is not it.

#SpeirGorm

A screencap of a WhatsApp message reading, "I ended up on a balloon fetishist fandom wiki while researching terminology for a bluesky post about Heathcliff"

The essence of sci-fi is beaming a sentence like this back to the 1920s, and watching the people of that time try to work out what it could mean from first principles.

A Heathcliff cartoon. A gorilla in a helicopter is dispensing bags with parachutes, to the delight of three cats on the ground who jump to catch the bags with unbridled glee. A pair of owls in a nearby tree observe the proceedings, one of them helpfully explaining, "Garbage ape drop." There's a moon in the background to indicate that this uncanny spectacle is unfolding at night.

Heathcliff cartoons are cognito-blocks that hold the world construct together, like the knot in the neck of a balloon. They are noumena that will never become phenomena; a lock our monkey brains cannot pick. They are part of the mechanism by which the Archons keep us in the Demiurge's terrarium.

Obviously your tolerance for shark movies may vary, but if you're looking for something gloriously, hilariously silly, "Thrash" on Netflix fits the bill, from the "this is my name and this is my deal" characterisation in the opening act to the ridiculous set-pieces in the final.

"A man would shelter, if he could in the nook behind this new plywood. The building, abandoned, the man is too. How I wish you'd imagine if that it were you"

"A man would shelter, if he could in the nook behind this new plywood. The building, abandoned, the man is too. How I wish you'd imagine if that it were you"

Seen in Rochester, New York

Screenshot from Cowboy Bebop: Faye returns to the rubble of what used to be her family home in Singapore, traces the outline of her old bed in the dirt, and curls up to sleep.

Screenshot from Cowboy Bebop: Radical Ed sets off into the sunset to track down their equally loopy dad, accompanied by Ein, the super-intelligent corgi.

Screenshot from Cowboy Bebop: Spike sitting on a couch on board the Bebop, slouched over, raising a hard-boiled egg to his mouth. The table in front of him is covered in trays of hard-boiled eggs; Jet's hand reaches in from stage left to pick one up.

Screenshot from Cowboy Bebop: Jet horsing into the hard-boiled eggs, three at a time. Both his hands are full of them.

Fly around the solar system with bro; make gruff bro noises about no women, kids or animals being allowed on your spaceship.

A woman, a kid and a dog join your crew.

Later, they all leave on the same day.

You and bro eat a cargo hold full of hard-boiled eggs so you don't have to talk about it.

Irish musician Moya Brennan dies aged 73 Moya Brennan, best known as the lead singer of Grammy and BAFTA-winning group Clannad, has died aged 73.

Sad to hear of the passing of Moya Brennan of Clannad

RTE news : Irish musician Moya Brennan dies aged 73

www.rte.ie/entertainmen...

*scoffing at the picture of Trump as Jesus* Heh, who does he think he is, Holden from The Expanse? Hyuk hyuk...

*from a foul pit somewhere, the archetypal cartoonish jock emerges, wreathed in flame*

True, but all our birthdays can't come at once.

a cartoon character says good news in front of a futurama sign Alt: Professor Farnsworth from Futurama announcing "Good news, everyone!"

Off you fuck, Orbán.

So, I'm calling for all trans folks and allies to block the M50 with rented tractors until the NGS is abolished, healthcare for kids reestablished and the conversion therapy bill is passed. I'm sure AGS won't crack our heads open in the first hour.

"Looking at the Moon out window 2. It looks a lot smaller than it did yesterday."

"Guess we'll have to go back."

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Fed up with your world? Visit ours. Clarkesworld robot looks to the right where the cover of issue 235 is located. It features a tall spacecraft floating over a dockyard in a pink and purple sky.

Friday is a great day to subscribe.
clarkesworldmagazine.com/subscribe/
(Ok, so any day is good, but why wait?)

Watchingbthe Artemis 2 reentry/splashdown stream to cheer up after a shitey day. So far there's been a lot of back and forth about deactivating the toilet.

Semi-cartoony greyscale drawing of some of Ireland's ancient wildlife described above, in front of a Celtic knotwork tree design. #SpéirGorm #SpéirGhorm #Ireland #Rewild #Rewilding #Art #SciArt #Cartoon

Ireland's Ancient Animals, for which at least some evidence was found to suggest they once roamed this island, even if only for a while. Some might even make a comeback! Featuring the Irish elk, bear, lynx, great auk, wild boar, & wolf. #SpéirGhorm #SciArt

Prints: www.ciaraioch.com/artprints/p/...

It's mad, for a very small country Ireland has a massive amount of absolute cunts.

One fish finger = 1=100,000th of an international flight, I'm sure. Haven't worked out the weight ratios, but I reckon the maths are solid.

It's amazing that there are people out there acting like the spectre of Jed Bartlet is going to appear to the Democrats, smile a wry smile, put his hands in his pockets and say "Break's over," reinvigorating them with the sincerity they need to debate Trump into backing down.