Hayfever season again.

Well you must be a girl with a name like that He said “You’ve got me wrong. Playing smart guys on TV is what I do So let me get my verbose on, oh yeah When Seattle speaks I’m listening But it’s not all highbrow and glamour.” I said "Tell me your name, is it sweet?" He said "My boy, it's Grammer."

Our local free bookshelf has yielded... whatever this is. (Translation in the alt text for the curious.)

I know two browser games called Squar(e)dle and they're both top notch.

This morning's 100 words ended up being a poem, so here you go. --- See You Soon The snowflakes come down like a wolf on the fold, Devour the garden in soft silent bites, Swallow up hedgehogs in leaf litter moulds And the upside down blancmange of birdbath-shaped ice.

Which lines of poetry live rent-free in your head?

every line in this six second clip of the case closed dub

Finally out into the world, the labour of many months. My long essay in the inaugural edition of the Alter Magazine on the pasts, presents, and futures of Indian science fiction. “The Secret History of Indian Science Fiction” — altermag.com/articles/the...

The fact that there are no karaoke tracks of Numberblocks songs is a disgrace. What if I want to pretend I am a mathematical concept given life and corporeality, discovering the wonder and beauty of physical existence for the first time???

The Muppets Dr. Manhattan (1986)

Wrote a Halloween crossword, which was mostly an excuse to have fun with the grid mycrossword.co.uk/cryptic/2795

Just noticed a bizarre printing error on this Cheers boxset, where for some reason the name of the show is missing. Lends it a real air of menace. "The bar where everybody knows your name, b̫ͯủ̗t̞̄ ̪ͫn͉̋o͖̓b̪͗ȏ̠d͂ͅẏ̲ m̯͕̐̈́̕͢u̻̻ͩ̀͜͞s̶̢̯̲̈̇t̢̡͙͔̽̿ ̴ͣ͒҉̥͈e̵̻̝̐̌͝v̴̸̞͉̏ͦě̵̥̙ͤ̀r̆́͏̸͇̮ ̡̲͙̃̿͝ k̽ͭ̾͏̥͉̙́͝n̴̡̫̫̘͋̈́̓͘o̢̻̗̲ͨͨͬ́͡wͪ͌͒͏̛̝̣̖͞ ̛ͣ̈́̂͏͕̠͜ͅî̶͓̟̜̓̐͝͝t̳̩͓̆́̚͜͠͝s̨̡̛̝̭͉̽̃ͧ ̢̧ͫ̊̏͏̟͇̗N̸̷̊̏̌͂ͭ͆́҉̯͎͎͈̰͈͝͞Ä́͑ͦ̆̑͗͜͏̸̛̯͚̺͓̘̩͘͠M̶̸̲͕̞̠͖̹̈́̇ͦ̑̉ͧ͢͟͜͡E̸̴̢͛͂͒ͬ͋͗͠͏͇͕̣̥̭̜͟"

I tried to google “are most people named Gordon Canadian” but I dropped my phone in the middle and I’m fully hysterical

I was going to post that poem with a self-deprecating introduction, as is my wont, but it wouldn't fit in the character count. Well played, Bluesky.

MOTN Feed The cosmos dreams - until a cry Sends spangling shards of waking thoughts To pick up mass and roll up weight. Then, into sticky orbits caught, They roil and bloom chaotic life, And through the great primordial night Speed up, evolve. First contact made: A hand against the bedside light.

Looking up the word "hove" to see if it's just a past participle of "heave" or its own verb, and came across these singularly depressing examples. Thanks, really helpful.

Happy Sunday, have some doggerel I wrote about baby hands. Contact Nap Undersea things a nemone fingers, fists like fronds that curl uncurl in imaginary swirl of tides beyond. Half in doze they tenderly close in abstract quest while untrimmed nails leave jellyfish trails a cross my chest.

My beloved infant son, if you don't want to get sprayed in the face with milk, then stop yelling at my breasts. They are currently voice-activated, as you are well aware!

I'm sorry, I read this story and now have a lot of feelings about it that no one asked for.

i don't want to hear your most boomer complaint. what's your most millennial complaint?

I think being "allowed" to draw random little pictures and spend time and effort on them for no reason other than my son demanded them is maybe one of my favourite parenting bonuses. Lately he's discovered Homura Ham's hamster adventure videos.

Are people who like OK GO for their songs the musical equivalent of people who say they read Playboy for the articles?

Oldest son has commissioned his first piece of Danny Go fanart. My commissions are open, toddlers!

I got to road test this, and he's right - it is fun.

Great Things About Newborns - Poop faces - The deflating sound they make when you move them as they sleep - When they start monkey-clinging to you, the most casual expression of unconditional trust - The covetous little No-Face-from-Spirited-Away sounds they make when they root

When morning comes too early once again And no sun lifts the fog that webs thy brain, Can there be any sweeter sound than this: Through baby monitor, a kettle's hiss? Can there be any sweeter man than he Who wrangles toddlers and brings the tea?

Today's reminder that we live in history: seeing electricity meters printed with "Made in Yugoslavia".

Idk if it's the pregnancy hormones or the slow erosion of sanity that comes with toddler-demanded repetition but the Dragon Boneyard level in Super Mario Wonder has such a melancholy to it.

I've been so spoilt by well-run niche ID subreddits (moth, bug, plant, rock ones are great) that whenever I end up in a generic one where the top answers are the same hackneyed lines and tired jokes, and it's just like, yeah, intelligent input darling, why don't you just have another beer then.

You know what, if Amazon can't parley its absurd monopoly into "fuck you we're making the greatest Wheel of Time adaptation we can just because we want to and damn the numbers," then maybe it isn't a very well-run company. THERE, I SAID IT.

Thought Finland was singing into a golf club for a sec there

Iceland performing live from GRR Martin's website.

Already biased in Austria's favour by his respect for cheese.

"We don't have feelings, we have money!" Maybe a bit less drawing attention to where Switzerland's money comes from

What seventies fever dream of the year 2000 did Ukraine spring from, and can I go there

Omg for the briefest moment I thought Spain's last act of her striptease would be to take off her hair and fling it into the audience

The name Katarsis makes me think, in a flash of absolutely sane and normal genius, that Catarrhsis would be an AMAZING band name. Anyway I am actually quite digging this.

Estonia dancing with the enthusiasm of Hilary Duff, except if all her bones had been liquefied.

Two songs in, and I must agree with the honourable Mr Weebl here - forget Norway.

Luxembourg bursting in to show us what that stage is FOR.

Baby's kicking, presumably to remind me that he can actually hear things in the outside world now, including the slightly baffling metaphor of Norway's song.

Hoping that lack of sleep is going to fill the ecological niche usually occupied by cocktails tonight

Finally, it is Eurovision, the one night a year I actually use social media like a normal person!

See? We are doing just fine. We are catching up.

I think it's useful to show these unflattering stages of long-term projects, so here is me in the middle of catching up on the year's embroidery journal! Once I have everything sketched out (in Frixion pen) then as long as I can manage more than one icon a day there's nothing to worry about!

Just crawling back to the world in an understated way, even though it's just social media and doesn't have feelings about me being away for any length of time at all.

And that was the year that was. 2024 embroidery journal finished, just got to find a nice display hoop and get it settled.

We have had our work Secret Santa, which means I can finally show off this little weirdo I made into a patch! Possibly my greatest work of embroidery. Original picture drawn by idk some monk in Le Regime du Corps by Aldobrandino da Siena.

He's trading his goods He's living in Ur His copper is suspect Claims one customer Ea-Nasir is coming to town

Surely I'm not the only person who used to lie awake in bed as a child each December in the 90s, increasingly terrified of the Christmas aliens promised to us by Chris de Burgh.