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Qsy @qsy.bsky.social · 11/10/2026

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I feel like a lot of politicians should catch lead rot. Don't care how.

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Alex Burness @burness.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

If nothing else, just read the opening paragraphs of the new @vevalenz.bsky.social piece. This sort of casual cruelty, and worse, is so common in U.S. jails/prisons that to most it barely registers as scandalous—but it is, and this reporting really matters: boltsmag.org/california-p...

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Ryan Boyd @ryanboyd.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

I forget who posted it but the idea that Americans live inside a “casino run by murderers” has not left my brain since I saw it

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Adam @adamid82.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

In Diskworld, you could be both.

c0nc0rdance @c0nc0rdance.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

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*hands over tasteful eggshell-colored business card* " Conner Q. Cordance, Esq. -- Toad Lawyer. (I'm a lawyer for toads, not a toad who is a lawyer)"

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Adam @adamid82.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

Tzimisce wishes it was Incubus.

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Adam @adamid82.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

It honestly annoys me how well Trump fits the Biblical description of the Anti Christ.

Adam @adamid82.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

Physics is a harsh mistress

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🎃GHOULLIKEHELLMACHINE🎃 @golikehellmachine.com · 08/10/2026

like, if gaddafi had declared that all apples are now oranges and that all libyans calling them apples were internal enemies, it’d be covered in the press as a wacky but dangerous move from an unserious and dangerous clown dictator

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Martha Crawford @whatashrinkthinks.com · 08/10/2026

I really want journalists to get trained in interviewing by forensic psychologists who understand how to interrogate sociopaths.

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Jay Baylis @jaybaylis.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

It's simple: when star wars is about "lore" and "darth vader", it's bad. When star wars is about a crocodile with shades that drives a race car, it's good.

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Adam @adamid82.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

And that donkey’s name… gravity.

Micah @rincewind.run · 06/10/2026

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if this fucker is going to spite us and live past 90 like his dad did he should at least get to experience the rest of us tearing his legacy down around his ears

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Micah @rincewind.run · 06/10/2026

damnatio memoriae is the right thing to do with trump for many reasons and at the top of the list is the fact that it will make him so, so angry

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DB Maggi @dbmaggi.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

The best argument I've ever heard for universal basic income (UBI). "The reason we don't call that work is because it doesn't make rich people money." 🎤Craig Fay

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I think an alternate you found a way to jump time lines out of this one. Let us all wish him well (lucky bastard)

Spondule has anger issues: part 25

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I feel like this comic was written for me personally. 10/10 no notes.

K.B. Spangler @kbspangler.com · 05/10/2026

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He was extremely thorough and insisted every single part of the protest had to be as orderly and by the book as possible! To the point where he declared that drinking the mayor’s wine wasn’t looting as long as it was returned before they went home for the night. I NEED to find that account again.

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Jess Nevins @jessnevins.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

The movie shows Saruman inventing “blasting powder” the bomb at Helmsdeep is the first time it has ever been used in Middle Earth.

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I mentioned the other day that for the Mesopotamian rpg I was writing up Plato's Allegory of the Cave (from REPUBLIC) as if it had been written by the Iron Age predecessor of Lovecrafts' Abd al-Hazred. I did. Here it is, in a four-part post. Notes: Rúgúzid is the Iron Age al-Hazred;

2282. Near the end of this year, Rugúzid finished what he believed would be his last and greatest work. He had spent the previous fourteen months in deep thought, usually writing only a sentence or two every day and always following up by double- and triple-checking everything in the sentence or sentences, including the placement and appropriateness of the punctuation marks. When he had at last completed the essay and was satisfied that it said everything it needed to say as clearly as possible and in just the right words, he leaves his apartment, walks across Babilim to the headquarters of the Nam Abgal, and orders the scribes working there to make copies of the essay—dozens of them, on papyrus and linen scrolls, on clay and stone tablets, on wax writing boards, on moving stone tablets, and on every other material and item which the other Nam Abgal members preferred to read from. When the scribes have finished, Rugúzid paid the Nam Abgal couriers to bring one copy of the essay to each member of the Nam Abgal with haste, no matter how far away their homes were.
What he had written bore the title On Shadows, Forms, and Perfect Forms. For a few years, it was the most powerful thing Rugúzid had ever written. It had the effect of a thunderbolt, or shower of thunderbolts, on the members of the Nam Abgal, who were variously nonplussed, disconcerted, amazed, bewildered, or deeply, deeply impressed—but none doubted the truth of what he had written.
The most important passage of On Shadows was the

following:

Imagine a group of mortals—humans and other intelligent folk, like anthrōpotauroi and kéntauroi and brazen folk—living in an underground cave-like dwelling, with an entrance a long way up, which is both open to the light and as wide as the cave itself. They’ve been there since childhood, fixed in the same place, with their necks and legs fettered, able to see only in front of them, because their bonds prevent them from turning their heads around. Light is provided by a fire burning far above and behind them. Also behind them, but on higher ground, there is a path stretching between them and the fire. Imagine that along this path a low wall has been built, like the screen in front of puppeteers above which they show their puppets.

Then also imagine that there are some other group of mortals along the wall, carrying all kinds of artifacts that project above it—statues of various intelligent folk and of various animals, made of stone, wood, iron, and every other material. And, as you’d expect, some of the carriers are talking, and some are silent.

Would the prisoners see anything of themselves and each other besides the shadows that the fire casts on the wall in front of them?

No, they couldn’t—their heads are motionless because of their bonds. Likewise with the things being carried along the wall.

If they could talk to each other, they would all believe that the words they use to name the shadows were correctly applied to those shadows. And if the cave had echoes from the wall in front of the prisoners, the prisoners would believe that it was the shadows passing in front of them that were talking.

In all, the prisoners would believe that the shadows they were seeing were the entirety of those beings—that the truth lay in those shadows.

Now, imagine how the prisoners would feel if they were rescued, released from their bonds and cured of their ignorance by being shown the figures and things casting the shadows. When one of the prisoners was suddenly rescued and stood up, walked forward, and turned his head so that he could see the source of the light—his reaction to seeing the things whose shadows he’d previously been seeing would not be relief. He would be dazzled, yes, but also dizzied, discomforted, unstable, uncertain, and painfully vulnerable.

What do you think that prisoner would say if they were told that everything they’d seen while bound and fettered, all of the shadows that he believed were the reality, were all

inconsequential? What would the prisoner feel, what would they say, if they were told that they saw only falsities before, but now they are seeing correctly—now they are seeing the truth? If we pointed in the direction of each of the figures passing by and asked the prisoner what each of them were, and to name each of them, what would the prisoner say?

The prisoner would be puzzled and disoriented and at a loss and would eventually say that the shadows they had spent their life seeing were the truth and the reality, and the figures passing by were just lies and illusions. And if the prisoner were made to look at the firelight itself, its light would hurt their eyes, and they would flee from those who freed them and run toward the shadows, believing that they are the truth and that they will save them.

And if the prisoner were grabbed by their rescuers and dragged out of the cave, up the rough, stone path and into the open air and the sunlight, how would the prisoner react? They would be angry at having been grabbed and dragged against their will, they would be nearly blinded by the light of the sun, they would be dizzied by the wind and the many new smells they were experiencing—and they would not be able to recognize that everything they were seeing and experiencing were real and true.

After some time, the former prisoner would still see shadows, but they would have adjusted to their new circumstances

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Lainey Williams @endless-swords.bsky.social · 06/10/2025

The Hearth (1/21) A sapphic horror comic about witchcraft and hunger in the dead of winter.

An illustrated cover for a short comic called The Hearth by lainey williams. A cabin sits in a clearing in a snowy forest. The small windows in the log cabin are lit yellow and there is a trail of blood through the snow leading to the door. Smoke rises from the cabin’s chimney to surround the title. On either side of the smoke are illustrations in the style of Karelian embroidery, showing stylized geometric patterns in red thread. On the left side embroidery section, there is a depiction of a woman kneeling. her hands are stained red and she wears a headscarf. Opposite her is a woman standing. Instead of a left arm she has a wing. Over the top of the image, two geese shaded in red fly over the cabin and smoke. The trees all around the cabin are shaded in dark blue.

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Adam @adamid82.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Now we all want to meet Hog.

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Adam @adamid82.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

They did totally revamp (see what I did there?) the vampire counts tech mechanics and way of unlocking special lords. I am just sticking with my boy Vlad.

Adam @adamid82.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Since Orcs feel little pain and live for the thrill of violence, would an Orc incorporated into a dark Eldar war device (like a talos engine) work better or worse than a human? Paint it Red and Blue for extra power.

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Adam @adamid82.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Messy and short lived fun and games.

Karl Bode @karlbode.com · 29/09/2026

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just another day in a country too corrupt to pass a privacy law, regulate data brokers, or adequately fund its regulators things are going to get wild

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Adam @adamid82.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

People like silhouettes, nothing to worry about.

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Adam @adamid82.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Multiple radical inquisitors die fighting over her… she could spend an amusing couple centuries in real-space.

Matt Novak @paleofuture.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

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The tweet that immediately came to mind:

We're a modest company with modest goals:
1: sell a quality product at a fair price
2: drain the world's oceans so we can find and kill god
6:19 PM • Oct 21, 2014 • Twitter for iPhone
9.8K Retweets
32.7K Likes

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Up On Goblin Hill @upongoblinhill.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

The drink is called "The Slop" Tanqueray green bottle gin (for nvidia) with a wadded up $1 bill at the bottom of the glass. The drink is $1 so you hand the wadded up bill back thus going in a circle the entire night while the venue quietly goes bankrupt to the notice of no one except Ed Zitron.

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Adam @adamid82.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Another rough weekend for these two.

Two cats lay side by side on a couch. A brown and black one is already asleep. The younger grey and black on is about to follow suit.

A grey and black cat sleeps next to a brown and black cat on a couch.

Julia Is Waving, Not Drowning @booktweeting.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

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you would need two wheelbarrows full of Teapot Domes to purchase a simple loaf of bread people are burning Crédit Mobiliers for heat and wiping their asses on Whitewaters

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Adam @adamid82.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

To be fair, I always had to cheat on that level.

Adam @adamid82.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

You have to have an heir, a spare, and a secret spare-heir. 6 dimensional chess.

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Lan ⛈️ @aquapunked.bsky.social · 29/12/2025

Meet my comic THE TITAN! Looking for a romance that lovingly takes the piss out of the action thriller genre? Or how about a post-apocalyptic world grounded in reality? Or what about a stealth, straight, middle-age trans male MC? I gotchu covered: titancomic.net #MeetTheWebcomic #ComixCleric

Comic chapter cover with Ansel and Ren in bath towels, walking away from each other. Ren is hunched over self-consciously and blushing while Ansel strides away with confidence. Text blurbs are scattered around the image: "T 4 C transhet" "shared trauma" "post-apocalypse if it were just boring and funny". One points to Ren and says "smol bean secretly an insatiable adrenaline junkie" and another points to Ansel saying "California's most dangerous man secretly just very tired". A final blurb points to them both and says "both not so secretly into each other".

Ansel and Ren walk down a street in the late afternoon, heading back to their motel room.
Ren: What the hell was that anyways? You wasted that guy like he was nothing!
Ansel: He was nothing.
Ren: I wasn't even in any real danger.
Ansel: It sure looked like danger to me!
Ren: I couldda just slugged him in his stupid face but go on, Slab McChuckRoast.
Ansel: Is that a reference I'm supposed to get?
Ren: No. So let me get this straight. Twenty minutes ago you were drying my tears and then you... do this.
Ren's next line catches him off-guard. He frowns and blushes.
Ren: Did you have some wiggles to get out or is big bad Dune finally warmin' up to me?
Ansel: I contain multitides.
Ansel: You ready to hit the baths now or what? I'm pretty ripe and I'd like to wash this blood off.
Ansel: That shit corrodes, you know. And it's probably full of hepatitis too.
Ren: Shit, baths? Like bathtub baths?

Comic page with three panels. In the first panel, a farm truck has lost control and has careened right through a guardrail on the side of the highway. There's a slope on the other side, not too steep. The driver inside the cab is yelling" Lord Jesus take the-!"
Inside the back of the truck, Ansel gathers up a panicking Ren as dates go flying around them.
Ren: Oh my god, we're going to die, aren't we?!
Ansel: We're not gonna die!
Ansel has secured Ren in his grip and holds his pistol between his teeth as he readies himself to jump out.

Comic page with 5 panels. Ansel and Ren sit next to each other on the ground in the shadow of a large bush as they talk.
Ansel: Maybe it's better that way. You never wanna meet your heroes.
Ansel: 'Cause then you might find out they're like me.
Ren: Shut up. You're only half bad.
Ansel pretends to get mad at her.
Ansel: You're supposed to say not half bad.
Ren, quoting somebody: Honesty is the first chapter of the book of wisdom.
They pair bust up laughing.
Ansel: Oh fuck off.
They settled down and in the last panel Ansel is giving her a warm and maybe flirtatious look as Ren blushes and draws her shoulders up coyly. She lets out one last little "heh".

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Adam @adamid82.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Glad this came across my timeline. Binged it today. Great comic, I love the little details.