Don Sinnamon (he/him)

A young brush tailed possum and her kid still mostly riding on her back, eating scraps from a birdfeeder on my balcony. The mother looks mildly stunned by the light but the kid is full on eyeballing me

I’m sure this mum has been visiting me since she was riding on her mother’s back but it’s probably been several more generations than that.
Bloody loud barreling across the roof all night but still appreciate them. When they’re not stripping my plants down to the stalk

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“The children are always ours, every single one of them, all over the globe; and I am beginning to suspect that whoever is incapable of recognizing this may be incapable of morality.”

James Baldwin

I'd forgotten the throwaway gag that Zaphod had his extra arm added to help him in his ski-boxing, which I think must have been a nice little jab at the weird combination of sports that resulted in the biathlon being skiing and shooting, somehow.
I'm going to keep reading the rest of the series now

Ours was a revisit of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy which I hadn’t read in more than a decade and almost everyone else had read at some point.
So, it turns out that between everyone knowing the book and the ongoing cavalcade of horrors elsewhere, not much book chat went on

Finished the Book Club book with seven minutes to spare before I have to leave.
That’s efficiency

Hey, a lot of work went into Sub_Optimus_Time_Travel_Slash_Fic_Final_No_Really_Revised_Now.
Probably.

Never mind. Alt text told me

Which one is that?

I think mine convey the rank of Bogan Corporal at least

I have tanlines from wearing thongs (on my feet, for the foreigners).
I call them my chevrons of shame, but I'm actually kind of impressed with them

Fuck the whitewashing of history

Caught between invading Normans & a witch-hunting bishop, can Hilde save her village before the darkness consumes her?

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Not just computers either.
Online bots are goatse-ing the Overton Window all over.
Thousands of people who just a few years ago would have known better than to spout some hateful bullshit in the open, are now proudly marching in a herd of nonexistent bigots online.
Not that private bigotry was ok.

There’s a one minute sequence in his season of The Terror that was literally breath-taking.
To avoid spoilers I’ll describe it as a dream sequence and that’s sort of true but also not.

I remember seeing his Dead Dad years ago (as part of a larger exhibition of his) which seemed to be the start of his hyper-realistic works if I recall.
This super precise likeness of a person, shrunken by death, really stuck with me.

Maybe he managed to salvage all the accessories from the old one and couldn't bring himself to part with all his 8-track tapes?

I saw this independently and not even through the friend of mine who’s in it.
Sydney folk, check it out

I feel like I should preface the quote with something but all I can say is both major parties in Australia are complicit in genocide.
At least there's a protest tomorrow against the Israeli PM's visit, that is itself in response to our supposedly left wing PM inviting him

Didn't know there was a TV version but heard a radio adaptation about 30 years ago and occasionally still hear "You're making her owls when she wants to be flowers" in a Welsh accent, which is somehow extra unnerving in Australia

Yeah, I feel like I'm 900 years old railing about another social contract being abandoned, like people playing videos or music on their phones out loud.
Even when folks try to be a bit coy about it, if you get enough allusions, the negative space basically outlines the twist.
Still a great episode.

But Liam was scared and frequently asked what they had done wrong, where they were and what happened to the little blue knit hat he wore the day he was detained, Conejo said. There wasn’t much he could say to his son, “except hug him and tell him everything would be OK,” Conejo said. Worried about further upsetting his son, Conejo said, he was forced to bite back his own tears.

Liam has since been reunited with his hat and continues to wear it, even inside the house, his dad said Thursday. Asked how he might one day explain to Liam everything that has happened, Conejo said he would tell his son that he had become the face of hope and change. "He was the global figure who did all this so that the voices of the people demanding freedom would be heard, especially those of the children who are still locked up," Conejo said. “I would tell him he was very brave and that I am very proud of him.”

welp, this destroyed me first thing upon waking up

I'm not sure her name is ever said out loud in the movie, but I was delighted to discover watching the credits that Claudia Black's character was named 'Shazza' which is ocker as hell.

Not only do I see it, but it's making me think of the shot where Sisko is raising his glass at the end of In The Pale Moonlight in particular

Yeah, I got hit, really not very long after the episode came out, too.
Guh

Thought about Mork several times, and a lot of other references, but if she's digested all the cultural information of the Federation in a few months, of course she'd come to the obvious conclusion that the peak was 80s and 90s TV.

It, and the book, are both very good.
But for God's sake, man. Just send someone for your gloves!

Which Donne poem?

After whining on here, I did actually managed to buckle down and get a bit of momentum going.
Whining works!

I've had a shit January and spooling up my brain to be creative seems to involve it cycling through all the horrors before I get to a place where I can actually be productive.
And because I haven't moved beyond this one section, the stink of failure is threatening to settle in.
But we persevere