I am an artist; I cannot work if I am not pushed by inspiration, and inspiration's arms are weak at 10 AM on a Monday
Posts by Laura McPherson
No Kings is a Sinn Féin psyop to delegitimize the UK royal family by associating the trappings of kingship with Diaper Don
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Women don't love Cybertrucks, they love BONES and FICTION and CHARON. New items: @katelechler.bsky.social has BONES for you, and @premeemohamed.com has exclusive BESPOKE writing prompts! Grab a coin and a treat today. Keep us exploring The Deadlands. 💖💀💖
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Proud to announce that after 13 years working as a writer and editor, I have subverted our profession's most enduring trope by becoming a full-time bartender. Cheers 🥂
Unedited Reddit scroll page with Dell AI microbiology advertisement inserted directly after user-generated post of Colin Powell’s 2003 Anthrax speech to Congress
User interest advertising with no human supervision. 10/10
In Search of Lost Time is a series about how the best people in your life are engaged in exotic forms of psychological warfare at all times
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Tricolor hound puppy sleeping on someone’s legs which are under an orange and black blanket
Calling in puppied, is this anything?
Me: i have no time to write this story
Me: i have no time to write this client brief
Me: i have no time to write this conference paper that was already accepted on proposal
Also me: i should write a literature review for a medical journal because connecting these two rabbit holes feels important
Not whomst you asked but YES
The Indigenous People of North America have decided to go back to calling the Gulf of Mexico, “Chalchiuhtlicueyecatl”. It is what the Nahuatl People originally called it as it is the domain of the goddess Chalchiuhtlicue, who is assoc w/water bodies, including the Gulf of Mexico.
THE SUPERB OWL HATH RISEN
Hey, that’s where I live. Come on in, we have everything except public transportation!
Happy holidays to everyone except the daft left shoe who bought the neighbor kid a boatman’s whistle. That one specific person should spend the rest of the day marching barefoot on Legos while everyone else enjoys some pie.
Two bluetick hounds cuddling over a person’s leg and an orange patterned blanket
I respect “can’t pee, trapped by cat,” but have you tried “can’t feel my legs, trapped by 140 pounds of hound”?
I submit “hammertime” as a timeless call to celebrate potential and the joy of flow.
I also say it a dozen times a day because it’s my competition dog’s word to release from “stop” aka stay (he came with “you can’t touch this” pre-installed).
The marginalia one is taking notes from Poe and Voltaire, at least.
Forbidden Oreos
Thank you so much! What a fun reading group that was!
Join me for this reading of #sciencefiction #fantasy and #horror via Zoom at 11 CDT/12 EDT! I'll be reading from "Warm Because They Toast Them," a Quizno's short horror, and giving away a digital copy of my Pushcart-nominated short story "FitYou."
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One of the greatest things about puppies is experiencing their joy of discovery. For example, Fitz discovered two new things he likes to eat today:
✅ pickles
✅ highlighters
✅ yes, highlighters as in neon
colored marking pen that is
thankfully nontoxic
Or on the bright side, entering damnation and not-yet-knowing!
A tobacco store with the main windows covered in particle board spray painted with the words “WERE OPEN”
What in the actual Clerks
The person who would question “should I get out of a binding arbitration clause when I have clear options” is exactly the person I imagine choosing poorly at “should I buy a Tesla when I have clear options.”
And the matching covers for the soap dispenser and the Kleenex box!
So many of these are undisclosed paid placement! The shadow advertising network has its tentacles everywhere.
I mean don’t get me wrong though sad or not I kept going back to the window and losing my sh*t laughing because dear Lord those cars look stupid. No number of online pictures can prepare you for it.
It does evoke a certain sadness. There was one parked across the street in my ‘60s neighborhood of raised ranches and colonials and it just looked kinda…lost? Like it was a child’s pinewood derby car made suddenly supersize right at the moment the child became too old for it and left it at the curb.