Hey, remember when The Watchmen TV series showed how deep the Operation Paperclip rabbit hole went, and many people learned about NASA’s origins through popular media, but the storyline about the continuance of the conspiracy was the fictional part? Yeah…good times, good times…

My Year 13s are currently learning Christian moral ethics and actions with the case study of Dietrich Bonhoeffer. Despite the years that separate us from Bonhoeffer’s death, some of his theology becomes more prescient every time I teach it.

Yeah, everyone thought I was being dramatic when I said I didn’t want to watch Civil War because it was too close to the knuckle when it first came out.

I haven’t enough facepalms www.nytimes.com/2026/01/07/u...

lol “Not our circus, not our monkeys.” www.bbc.com/news/article...

Well bugger me, I guess. 🤷🏻‍♀️ It is the the sad truth of being an immigrant. You will never be able to go back to where you came from because it’s a place left back in time, and you’ll never be truly seen as belonging in your adopted home. www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2025...

Oh my god, I don’t need hot honey on everything. STAHP

I’ve got a lovely little stereoscope, dee-dee-lee-dee and now I can see Seti in 3D.

Oh, it’s the time vortex part of the year where I lose track of day, hour, and year.

I hate the look of the new Nolan Odyssey film. If that makes me tedious and boring, so be it. If you want an adaptation that is wildly out-of-step with the period(s), Oh Brother Where Art Thou was brilliant.

The general fogginess has really helped capture the weird, ghostly factor once associated with Christmas 🖤

“Autism didn’t exist in my day…” Seriously, I survived off of Kraft macaroni and cheese and the odd chicken tender specifically made by my grandmother for years. It’s a miracle I got through early childhood without getting scurvy. Anyways, happy this fella is doing okay now.

Going to try to fit a 6-7 tree in the boot of my Fiesta. Pray for me.

Bennu has an apt and prescient name then. 🐦‍🔥 www.newscientist.com/article/2506...

My dad’s cat, T-Rex, displaying standard orange behaviour.

This Egyptologist clearly knows how to Egypt. 👏🏻

Grandpa Grog got the hots for chicks with huge five heads, and now I’ve got to obsess over weirdly specific things and hate bright lights like a Mogwai. news.clemson.edu/study-implic...

If this is your doing, you’re a knob.

Do you know…the Muffin Man??

Oxfam book shops near universities are 🔥. Homeric hymns, Old and Middle English, and a history of Poland? Yes, please.

This photo was taken around this time of the year in 2023 at an open day at The Boy’s first choice for university. This week, he’ll be showing us around the city as a first year student. 🥺

Friends, Normans, countrymen, lend me your ears so that I may tell you the woes of oversimplifying the KS3 history curriculum. I’m replanning Norman conquest lessons and I’m getting fed up with teaching that feudalism is both 1. A Norman concept, 2. Is a uniformly agreed concept and…

Made an overnight booking to stay in a “haunted” inn in York with my husband. Do we believe in ghosts? No. Will we bring an EMF meter to satisfy our childhood obsessions with Ghostbusters? Absolutely.

Soooo…there’s a Classics-inspired perfume range, but it isn’t part of my tax bracket. luxeparfum.co.uk/collections/...

Love when a second-hand charity book shop speaks my language

He’s just a guy with his cat in the Tower of London

I cannot stress how much I hate that 2 factor authentication has been connected to our own personal devices.

I said this when I got my citizenship just over a decade ago. I could see the writing on the wall then.

I feel a bit weird asking people to give me their unwanted soot. I’m on a quest to make black ink and attempt to write with reeds to see if it’s viable for my students.

This blue-green Egyptian faience amulet was meant to protect its owner (apotropaic) and bring good luck. It was in the form of the head of the hero Hercules, identifiable by his beard and the Nemean lionskin - a symbol of power. 2nd-3rd c. CE, Karanis, Egypt. V&A Museum. #ancientbluesky 📸 me

I just want to preemptively put this out there - my mother cannot take Tylenol. She wouldn’t have taken it while pregnant. Take from that what you will. PS the only take away is that RFK Jr is full of crap.

It seems like a fever dream, but I remember the following in Georgia public schools in the late 90s/early 00s: -mandated patriotic songs played every morning, a “moment of silent reflection” because prayer would be illegal, and stickers in our science books creationism. I’m sure I’ll remember more.

Currently wondering how it is I got roped into doing crafty things for The Boy’s D&D group.

I didn’t think it would be difficult to donate some of Bast’s stuff to the local animal sanctuary. I of course sobbed. It made me feel better when my son’s friends who volunteer there said they needed cat beds, so they now have two of her beds and lots of her toys amongst other things.

After seeing how quickly dust settles in my house and what is collected in the vacuum, I’m absolutely certain the way that Vulcans are written to be repulsed by human smell is spot on.

I’m pretty sure I can definitively say I’m British. I keep getting misnamed, even by coworkers I’ve had for 8 years, and it’s too awkward to correct them.

Totally using this to help explain Popper and falsificationism to my students. Side note, I want off this planet.

Trying miniature painting for the first time, and it’s so relaxing. I’ve let hours pass without realising. So these are the very first ones I’ve done.

I’ve only just learned about Sephora kids. The only skin care routine preteens need is sunscreen. You’re welcome.

I have moved on from my obsession with Pidgin BBC to Scots Wikipedia. It is now my favourite thing to passively read. sco.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barghest

My new trauma perfume. If you know you know… #RIPArtax, you were a real one. 🥀

Y’all, my baby got into York to study archaeology, and I’m weeping.

A* as far as pet names go

For Father’s Day, I painted a family crest for my husband. I don’t think my husband appreciated it, I’m thinking maybe because of the inclusion of our dearly departed kitty. So I will share it here instead. The testicular coconuts were unintentional, but very on brand for our family.

I humbly request the reintroduction of the stocks and pillory for people that burn stuff on sunny weekend afternoons. I will supply the dirty laundry to throw at their stupid faces.

Just thinking about my grandfather that passed away well over 20 years ago. He was born in the early 1940s, was the epitome of the silent, stoic Southern man, but never said a word crossways when my sister and I insisted on styling his hair with bright hair bows, barrettes, and hair ties.