A.J. Demas

My photo shows a Roman fresco of a brown rabbit with long ears, curled on the ground, with a rounded, soft-looking body. Its head is lowered as if nibbling at three figs placed in front of it. The figs are small and round with short stems, painted in dark reddish and bluish tones. From Pompeii. Now on display at the National Archaeological Museum in Naples.

Here’s a charming Roman fresco of a little rabbit eating figs 🐰❤️

From Pompeii, 45-79 AD.

Now at the Museo Archeologico Nazionale di Napoli. 📷 by me

#FrescoFriday
#Archaeology

1967 - Dystopian Sci-fi novel, Don’t Create The Torment Nexus published

1974 - Cult classic BBC mini series

1997 - BBC remake

2002 - Hollywood movie, upbeat ending added

2019 - Nexcon - A Torment Company IPO’s, $324 Billion market cap

2026 - Polymarket bets on who will be tormented next

Brb, just going to call my MP and check that this is what we’re doing with the gay hockey players because I would not mind getting in on the ground floor with this one.

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A collage of book covers, mostly fantasy or historical with a few contemporary. All queer.

A collage of book covers, mostly fantasy or historical with a few contemporary. All queer.

A collage of book covers, mostly fantasy or historical with a few contemporary. All queer.

Some cracking new reads this month! @ajdemas.bsky.social’s Sword Dance, @sararaaschbooks.com’s Entanglement of Rival Wizards, @kvalentinwrites.bsky.social’s Amateur Witch’s Guide to Murder, Taylor Jenkins Reid’s Atmosphere and Benjamin Alire Saenz’s Aristotle and Dante Dive into the Waters of the

Smiling seductively at policeman: “Honey, there is no doubt at all about THIS female’s reputation.”

Ford 'doesn't know what he's talking about' when it comes to basket weaving, Indigenous artist says | CBC News A third-generation Indigenous basket maker is setting the record straight about his craft — it's a part of his culture, it's valuable, and artists can make a living off of it.

Such a perfect response to this kind of dopey, lazy remark from a politician. I could not love this more. www.cbc.ca/news/canada/...

Yes! It must be nice to go through life like that.

RAT FROM A RAT FAMILY 🤣

Gen A.I. barons want us talkinge alone on our phones to a demon thei created, and not goinge places and being wyth each othir yn art and joy and communitye. Thei want cinemas to shut downe and broadwaye to go darke. Thei want wryteres to stop writinge. Thei want to build hell and have us pay for it.

F340.1
Parting fairies leave gifts
for newborn princess.

My day was off to such a productive start before this …

🤮

“Lazarus was dead, to begin with.”

Paul would, tbh

Mine beeps like sixteen times to tell me when it comes to pressure, which I don’t care about, then doesn’t beep at all when it depressurizes, which is what I would actually like to know.

I really truly would pay extra for appliances that don’t sing.

They’re leaving money on the table here.

And you may saye to yourselfe
These are not my lone and level sandes
And you may saye to yourselfe
These are not my vast and trunklesse legges of stone

Everything I’ve heard makes it sound lovely!

Yeah, I mean I was joking in this case, but you’re quite right!

Excellent thread about a great article (about a show which I unfortunately have not been able to watch). Surprise appearance in the article by one of my favourite podcasters saying smart things about one of my favourite writers!

I just read the whole article, and it’s very good, though!

It’s also a strange way to frame it, as if “sex and romance” are abstract things and the bodies involved don’t matter. The bodies do matter!

I mean, yeah. Evergreen advice, tbh.

This is very interesting, but I feel like given the name of the tool they should be wary of the results. Like they’ll work, but not in the way you think they’ll work?

CELLAR DOOR APOTHEOSIS (a newspaper article from 1910) Gigantic Industry That Has Been Built on the Crazing to Slide. The male American, from the time when his first trousers make him feel proud, has just one passion that is stronger than his love for attending fires. It is his desire to slide down hill. If during those early years he finds a cellar door. banister, haymow or hillside of snow or slippery grass and does not try its friction on his trousers, then there is a geed and painful reason for his temperance ten times out of every ten. The female American, who at a tender age makes herself as much like the male as she can, follows his example in this matter and slides whenever she dares to, minding her mamma only when she is afraid. And even in grown-up days, when you see a particularly fine mahogany stair rail sweeping down from top to bottom of a house, with a graceful, rounded off spiral at the end and not & post or an obstruction anywhere-you know what is the first thing you think of. And if you were quite sure that nobody could pessibly see you, and that you wouldn't fall off, and that you could catch yourself at the end, and that your stomach wouldn't get in the way and your glasses would stay on-well, of course you can't be sure of any of these things. Only if you could, who knows what might happen? That longing to "let her rip," to surrender yourself unresistingly to the force of gravity, goes very deep into your being. It is civilized human nature crying out for contact with an essential force, crying to be set free, if only for an instant, from the paths of every day. humdrum existence. The longing is none the less deep because it seems ridiculous. It is a real, strong, primeval instinet. Now, in any strong human desire there is a great deal of money for the man who know how to satisfy it and is willing to sell satisfaction at reasonable rates.

the hollowing of local news has given rise to a dearth of coverage about the masculine urge to slide down stuff

a harry potter hedwig lego set but it’s used to make a moby dick scene with moby dick underneath the pequod

become ungovernable

Ugh, YES

Keep going back through the quote posts until you get to the reply about the salad, and then … you’re welcome.

Of alle the shires endes in alle of Engelond, why do they have to wende to Canterbury?