Quentin Tarantino taught me that sometimes your personal canon of media obsessions has a greater cultural resonance you can leverage to make interesting new stories from remixed ideas and aesthetics but sometimes you're just on cocaine.

I've purchased a new bicycle to replace my previous ebike which just didn't quite have the oomph for the hills where I live. (Much like ME!) The new one absolutely will and it's very sexy. However, I have to wait. The bike shop needs to have it and then assemble it. I may die from waiting 2 days.

He came out of the gate in the negatives with me, having been introduced as "white South African emerald mine scion" You can't help the family you're born into, but some histories will require VOCIFEROUS and CONSTANT condemnation on your part before I'll give you the benefit of the doubt.

Watching modern horror films

Tonight's branch from the Tangerine Tree is Volume 30. Reims Cathedral 1974.

A little something to commemorate the evening. www.youtube.com/watch?v=W2Aq...

Before we get around to primarying a bunch of Democrats -- and I really think that needs to happen -- we need better safeguards against getting another Fetterman or Synema.

I would greatly appreciate if there were fewer things going on right now. My brain is a machine for turning near and far-future events into anxiety. I want a lot less of that shit.

Definitely a night to snap a random branch off the Tangerine Tree (Tonight is Volume 11. Hamburg, 1978) and consider how to approach the last chapter in my novel.

She smiles and says "I will always love you."

Another very pleasant mushroom hike. Found many mushrooms. Still no Laccaria amethysteo-occidentalis.

Remember: when cops strike, crime rates drop. Abolition is the way!

I figure I can give the last chapter of my novel a title as obscure as I want. Some folks are super into Rome. I know. Sorry, but those Johnny-come-latelies are just a flash in the pan. It's gotta be Sumer for me. All the way.

Most Skinny Puppy fans will already be aware of this but cEvin Key's cancer has come back. It's tough times for everyone right now, but if you have the cash to spare you can support him via Brap on Bandcamp, or through his Patreon www.patreon.com/cEvinKey brap.bandcamp.com/music

What are the odds that the administration has spent all the SNAP funds to buy gun cozies for their freshly hired neonazis and that’s why they’re so desperate to get out of paying what is owed?

Many mushrooms on my hike today! None of what I was looking for though.

Reposting this as it's a piece of @guydavisart.bsky.social art that most folks have likely never seen. From my weird western OGN Strangeways: Murder Moon, all the way back in 2008 (probably drawn in 2005 though.) At the risk of hubris, tagging @realgdt.bsky.social as he's a fan of Guy's work.

Worth noting that Elon Musk is not a trillionaire, he *could become* a trillionaire if he carries out a number of impossible tasks within a timescale that is barely feasible. It's branding. He slipped from being #1 to #2 richest man in the world and he can't live with himself. This is his lollipop.

The last scene in this chapter was supposed to be one I could knock out in 15 minutes. Why did I set it in London, then? In the world of my novel it's 1945 and there has been no WWII. Not to mention all the other weird shit that's happened since 1820.

Read over the monster scene I was working on yesterday and the day before and I think I'm gonna pull off the ending of this damned book. It's been about three years since I first imagined the end, and it's changed considerably. Twice. Feels real nice to have confidence in where I've gone with it.

I am just going to imagine the Novo Nordisk guy bit into his poison tooth right there and Baron RFK Jr. is fleeing for his life.

When we say phrenology let's be clear what that means: A way to abstract all prejudices the ruling class holds into a "scientific" justification. The oligarchs want to be able to say "I'm not a bigot, I'm just abiding by the decision of the infallible machine."

Wondering why no one likes your posts anymore, even among your friends? It's because @jay.bsky.team and team have decided to hide a huge amount of content from all of our feeds by default. Here's how to turn it off. First go to the hamburger menu in the upper left corner

A reminder that if you are called to be part of a jury in a political prosecution you have a right to refuse to convict on the grounds the prosecution is unjust. www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archiv...

Good God, this is such a horrible statement in so many ways.

This is Art.

TikTok is doing devil’s job of bringing back the four humours except with neurotransmitters

The quintessential aesthetic of fascism

Okay. I've seen enough. Time to get back to writing the end of my fucking novel. With a scene that involves fucking.

Okay, that's all for me tonight. Remember what the Ewoks taught us: when you win, you're allowed to eat your enemies. It's cool with the Force, it's not a crime.

Wait do you mean to tell me that anti-trans bigotry doesn’t motivate voters? But all of the data from 2024! *pause* Sorry, what? There’s no data from 2024 saying that? That was just a narrative centrists came up with that night?

I picked the wrong night to try and focus on writing my novel.

Please check all that apply

WOULD JAMES CARVILLE AND GAVIN NEWSOM LIKE TO COME FORWARD AND EAT SHIT

Ok so I’ve bern talking/thinking about the siege of Leningrad and here’s a story I wrote about it, published in Asimov’s in 2012, I think drive.google.com/file/d/16yKF...

I am going to be very disappointed if someone doesn’t make an Ice candle that smells like mustard and onions.

Got in my writing think walk early today. After this scene, it's one really short bit, a chapter of climax and then denouement. I am a couple of weeks tops from finishing the first draft of this thing. I think it's going to come in around 135-140k words.

Hard Drive was saddened to her about the passing of Molag Bal. We may not have always agreed with his methods, but he worked to enslave all of humanity and harvest their souls with the grace and poise the position demanded. Our thoughts go out to all his Daedric brethren in this difficult time.

Hrm. I could *swear* there was a shitty 1980's vigilante propaganda movie built around Curtis Sliwa, but now I can't find any proof it existed.

it's MattGPT producing another empty facsimile of what an actual criticism of the Dems might look like, anything that meatsuited LLM confabulates you could just say "I don't think it helps" and leave it at that really

I have now learned that a Blender plugin can, in fact, also be a Hellraiser puzzle box. Or at least I feel like I've poked my head into hell having followed links back to the 'Sitcom' produced by the plugin's ostensible author (ChatGPT is heavily involved).

I wake up today and discover that Dick Cheney was not strong enough to survive learning about the horror of a sandwich attack at point blank range.

Someone should reboot Mork & Mindy except that Mork is from Orc. Hire Weta, make it a sitcom full of orcs.

You know, between smart tvs and AI I’m starting to think the tech industry has very odd ideas about what constitutes intelligence.

My IRL conversations are always being reviewed by 3-5 libertarians who constantly monitor whether I'm more valuable as content or as meat/organs

Some Saturday music: blackaleph.bandcamp.com/track/preces...

I hated Barbarian. Now I'm going to watch Weapons. I'm hoping for an A Ghost Story / The Green Knight kind of redemption arc.

One day I'm reading John Dee's diaries, the next I'm researching the history of thermocouples. (This is what I get for deciding to invent an understanding of quantum mechanics that's been filtered through gnostic hermeticism).

every couple of days the official white house website says "we want to kill you. we want to destroy everything you love. we are the living incarnation of death and we shall sweep life from this earth like an unstoppable whirlwind" and its like oh. ok. do i still have to pay taxes

My very strong preference is for writing while very much sober, but every now and then I come across a scene where I need to start in an altered state. To write two people communicating in an imaginary place using concepts and emotions I needed to get as stoned as medusa's hairdresser.