Merry Turnover! Happy New Thing! …here is Alder making air biscuits on the bed.

All of the characters playing the longest, most successful one-sided hide-and-seek game with humanity have the same underlying issue that nobody who's emotionally invested in them finds easy to swallow. And it's endlessly low-grade tiresome to see.

Home safe after a four hour drive that was supposed to have been two hours, but… freezing rain. Stopped twice, both times to get the ice off the windshield and the wipers, and once to eat. We aten’t dead. 💀👍

Merry Christmas to all. defector.com/what-did-we-...

Son opening present, reaches inside wrapping paper. “I don’t know what I’m touching here…” His mum, knowing it’s clothes: “Cloth.” Me and his mum: “Hee hee hee hee hee!” Him: “Huh?” He knows not the words of power and we ancient ones are pleased.

Oldest cat on my lap purring, Old English seasonal music playing, Crimbus tree in the background. Not a bad way to work at a computer.

Once you've seen tombs described as 'dream incubation chambers for the dead', it's hard not to think of what those dead dreams might be. Are they remembrance of sunlight or an enfolding of shadows, rage against brick thwarted access to the corpse paths? – #MattAdams

A Crimbus cat for you. Ash was bribed with a treat to briefly wear this tiny Santa hat. Then he made horrible noises and ran away. In five minutes he had forgotten the indignity.

Just found out Gil Gerard passed away. Rest in space, Captain Rogers. 🫡🚀

Hot chocolate, whipped cream, salted caramel booze, marshmallows, cinnamon sugar on top. Phwoar.

Track extrapolation from one Chelsea Wolfe song did real good for a tonne of songs this evening. And then just now I was no longer immersed, and the track that had come on was doing its best but it was time for it to leave.

The FIFA Peace Prize? Worth about as much as the mid-to-late 90s internet awards. Good job buddy, here's some crayons so you can colour it in.

Avast! Have some space filk.

I wear boots. Do not want other footwear except for sneakers when I'm exercising and house slippers when I'm indoors. I wear boots until they die. And yet, every time I need a new pair, I get, 'wEaR dIfFeReNt sTyLeS' like I'm going to do that. This is because of cost. It is entirely unnecessary.

Chinese traditional folk music, tea and barmbrack with peanut butter. This is the order of the day.

New Order’s ‘Ceremony’ is getting me but good this evening. 🥹

Rounding out Sunday evening with Front 242, tea and The Great Gallumphus. Eyes tired. 🥱

Managed to get out of a nightmare by saying, ‘Yeah? How about, checking out.’ Woke up physically saying the words. Goodbye, basement thing in the sketchy apartment building.

Apparently anxiety & depression were untreated ADHD. Got assessed, have meds, suddenly way easier to regulate CyberCrump.exe. End transmission.

Cannot move.

This one’s called Run. All, I, am is a system Spinning out reel in a process But ain’t it so good when the math maths When the sweet soars, why the sour scars

A wee bit emotionally fried today. Hoping for rest and hugs later.

They played Siouxsie, The Dark, 45 Grave, Alien Sex Fiend, Skeletal Family and Bauhaus all in a row. Jaysus, that’s some endurance building fun…

End of the night for us, going to pick up sustenance for the sprog because he’s ensconced in his lair and hasn’t nommed yet. Very pleasant evening, plenty of people arrived as things went on. Organisers lovely, clientele ver’ nass.

Early evening at Goth of rhe Dead, not dead yet.

Old man goth rides again. At Ludology in town before Goth of the Dead event on the large back patio.

Last night’s interactions. Them: ‘Are you a person or an animatronic?’ Me: ‘A person? I don’t have the budget for that!’ Them: ‘Are you using a voice changer?’ Me: ‘No, I’m from the UK.’ Them: ‘The scariest part of this is that you’re British.’ Me: ‘I am? Goodness, what will my wife think!’

Ready for visitors…

This year I am using a tiny bit of my brain to think ahead, so I made this for later tonight. Now the various ghosts and goblins turning up won't waste their time.

If do not want TMI, do not read on. Cramping of the perineal musculature after the sneeze. That's a thing, apparently. Body, what the f*ck?!?

It seems some people haven't caught up, but Capitalism is simply Feudalism where 'magic blood' has been replaced by imaginary 'hard work'. And instead of titles they have numbers.

Building a ballroom, huh? Dances and parties while everything around is going to shit? Yeah, alright.

Tiny little rant time. Hey very new goths? Baby bats? Blend the white foundation into your neck. You’re not trying for French mime. JUST BLEND IT INTO YOUR 🤬 NECK! …okay, I’m good now.

A story in three parts

Me, getting cat food out: okay guys, this'll be ready in a moment. The Great Gallumphus 🐈‍⬛: IF I LICK THE CUPBOARDS AND THE STOVE, THE FOOD WILL ARRIVE. Me: What is wrong with you, get away from there... The Great Gallumphus 🐈‍⬛: YOU SHALL NOT THWART ME! HAVE AT THEE! Me: ...fine, you're a wizard.

This one’s called Two of Skies. Might be a song. Building my hand from the card I dealt myself Tarot transformed to numbers and suits and every one wild A pack or a herd, gathered and flickering in and out of wealth A game of patience for a solitaire among solitaires, a child

This article helped me understand things a bit.

I done cooked breakfast and it didn’t even burn. What is happening. 😱

A man gets a blowjob from a trans woman and his friends make fun of him so he goes to the police to claim she lied about being a woman. She was convicted of sexual assault and sentenced to nearly 2 years in prison because of a man's shame. www.bbc.com/news/article...

Sprog, CyberWife and self all got out to brunch today. Most rare. All units recharged. 🥓🍳

Making bacon sammiches and tea and only slightly distracted by having lurgi. On the plus side my voice is about half an octave lower than usual.

For Spooky Season, here’s’Short and Horrible’, one I wrote years ago. What have I told you of dropping at eaves Were you not sworn not to listen? Folk shouldn't hark to things after dark Now you just lie there, and glisten.

These days I’ve got fragments and I’m putting them together in ways that make sense to me. I don’t know if that was always rhe case with poetry and me. Anyway, this thread has one such below.

God forbid a man have a hobby

Early morning due to cat. So far tea, strawberry jam on toast, and Latino goth playlist have been the order of the day. Still dark out.

Canada Post “lost” 1 billion dollars last year? How about, “it cost Canadians 1 billion dollars to have a national postal service” which works out to costing about $25 a year per person (population of Canada in 2024 = 40 million). Seems like a pretty reasonable cost to me.

Did you ever have a day when everything felt caged? Your joy, your progress, your love. That day told you the improbable was the certain, the inescapable. That day lied.

Putting aside how the UK government usually responds to these petitions by simply saying 'no', seeing this hit a million signatures in like a day kinda shows how much people REALLY do not want this. So yeah, keep signing it. Let's see how high this can go! petition.parliament.uk/petitions/73...

For all those who are having a bit of a shocker...

When you've finished it you have to go back and make it again