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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 18/03/2025

I haven't been posting much recently, but just to say to you all: I'm fine, nothing's happened to me. I just haven't been feeling the urge to write for a while. I want to write things that bring joy, or wonder, or the lure of the strange, or perhaps to say something true

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 01/03/2025

Overhearing a conversation in the background: aging ladies, the sort you'd expect to be organizing a garden, talking geopolitics and describing the federal government in language that would scorch concrete. When the aging ladies are angry enough they can reshape the world. They run everything.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 28/02/2025

1/ It's terrifying in the jungle at night. You would think the problem would be the snakes. It's not the snakes. They're moving, you're not, and you're too big for them to swallow. To a king cobra a sleeping human is a warmish log. They just glide right over.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 27/02/2025

"Which one of us shall last longer?" asked the bridge. "I'm hard as the stone I'm built of, while you bend and shift at the slightest pressure." "Look at the chasm carved in stone beneath you," said the river. "And tell me which of us will last."

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 26/02/2025

There are Things so fragile that a glance will alter them The state of an electron The expression on your face A wilting rose that crumbles in the light. I did not mean to change you! I did not even mean to look. Yet all the states of everything Are bound to one another And I can't untouch you now.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 25/02/2025

The ethereal cats of Altair are sometimes solid, sometimes transparent, and usually not entirely in our dimension. When seen from the right distance one can almost forget that they are 52 miles tall and often crush small mountains.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 24/02/2025

Invoke the roots and skies for power as you choose, but never imagine that doing so will not change you.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 24/02/2025

I knew there was a reason disco balls are vaguely unnerving. Lights spin around the room disconnected from anything, whether you want them to or not. It makes sense that each one is a soul trapped in some 70s themed limbo.

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Boze Herrington, Library Owl @sketchesbyboze.bsky.social · 23/02/2025

Ursula le Guin, on the accusation that fantasy is an escape from reality

[“Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisoned by the enemy, don’t we consider it his duty to escape? The moneylenders, the know-nothings, the authoritarians have us all in prison; if we value the freedom of the mind and soul, if we’re partisans of liberty, then it’s our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as we can.”]

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 23/02/2025

1/ It wasn't until 2350 that they perfected the Transporter so that it worked as well as the ancient Star Trek stories. It was astonishing: it could beam you miles or light years away in just moments. It didn't really beam _you_, of course. Too heavy to send all that matter, and unnecessary.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 23/02/2025

A cat with an umbrella went a wandering 'neath the moon. I asked the cat "Why take you that? It will not rain too soon." The cat replied "Stand fool aside, you cannot understand T'is just a bit of fashion and I'm told that I look grand, For a cat with an umbrella is the smartest in the land."

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

It was absolutely original and marvelous. Original music, and a story of strange compassion for the ghosts who cannot let go.

Three actors on stage: a sexy grim reaper, a physicist who has lost his way,and the accompanist for those dead who are unable to move on

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

A proud moment: I am here for the first performance of My Friend Grim, a musical written and composed by my child Leo. They have an amazing talent and I am beyond impressed they brought this all the way from inspiration to reality.

Playbill for My Friend Grim, hands holding a bundle of roses that look, through some trick of the Artists hand, very slightly like a skull

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hookland.bsky.social @hookland.bsky.social · 21/02/2025

As I come closer to death, I ponder the important questions. Do they still tell that tale of the one night in the year when all the chalk figures come alive? The night the white horses gallop and the giants wrestle. Do children still try to stay up to see such marvels? - #CLNolan

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

A cybertruck is a terrible investment by most measures, but it turns out to be a great way to get free eggs!

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 20/02/2025

"Will you walk into my parlour?" said a spider to a fly; " 'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy. The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I have many pretty things to shew when you are there." Mary Howitt

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 19/02/2025

Moonlight behind clouds, showing out the shadows of dark trees. Sing softly in your mind then listen closely. With the right sort of ears, on the right night, you may hear them singing back in words your mind can't comprehend, words made of life and ancient sunlight.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 19/02/2025

Groceries were much cheaper back then, but each little trip to get a package of gum was a hell of a workout....

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PNW Outdoors @terroirs.bsky.social · 17/02/2025

Fungi, Seven times mass of all animals— Including us #fungifriends #naturephotography #haiku #Thrust @lidiamiles.bsky.social

Branching arms of light yellow brown coral fungi reach out of soil and evergreen leaf litter towards the heavens against the background of the tree.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 17/02/2025

There are paths so beautiful that nowhere they go to is half so interesting as the trail itself. This why measuring things by their goals and destinations misses the point.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 17/02/2025

1/ It takes centuries for old bones, gathering calcite, to slowly grow into macabre stalagmites. Sad Gulch Mine must have bored bored into a cave system because its oldest and deepest pits had many such formations: ribs sparkling like jeweled candelabra, vertebrae poking casually up from the fllor,

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 15/02/2025

Myron is confused about your sense of fashion. If you're going for the vulture bald neck thing, why so many feathers on top?

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 15/02/2025

Having decided that humans had a good trial run but ultimately proved unable to manage things, the wolves have announced they will be resuming dominion over North America. Instructors will be around shortly to teach everyone the howl of allegiance.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 14/02/2025

Happy Valentines Day! Here's a strawberry for you, whereever you are in the world.

A bright red strawberry growing under green leaves.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 13/02/2025

Ghoulies and ghosties dancing in the firelight!

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neutral @neutral.zone · 12/02/2025

The world may be entering a cycle of decay and renewal, but at least we still have dogs. Dogs are good.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 12/02/2025

The carnivorous artichokes of Atraxia are delicious with butter, and they think exactly the same about you

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 11/02/2025

Good morning BlueSky. I've been busy and tired as it feels that so much is crumbling. Here is a bit of summer for you,and a huge hollow log that children play inside.

A fallen sequoia, long ago hooked out by fire, that fell and broke across a tiny creek. The hollow tree makes a tunnel to play in

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Edmonds Scanner @edmondsscanner.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

My advice? Be the whisper on the wind. Be the thing that goes bump in the night. Be the reason "Here Be Monsters" is printed on a map. Be the moss covered horror in the old forest, shambling in the gloom.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 09/02/2025

Great blue herons perched high in a winter tree. They look something like the chrysalises of some enormous caterpillars that metamorphose into pterodactyls...

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 09/02/2025

Ancient rocks from a summer long ago. These were part of an archipelago before North America was a thing, and now they crown a mountain range. They're granite, but so old that they crumble to a fine gravel at a touch.

Formations of ancient crumbling rock, high in the mountains in summer.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 09/02/2025

Mokey always liked the snow. The world transformed overnight and she rolls with it, delighted and never surprised, she accepts the world as it is in this moment.

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Ellen @ellenisback.eurosky.social · 09/02/2025

Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 09/02/2025

Of course raindrops are yellow when illuminated by yellow light. I never though of that, but this painter saw it. See everything around you as you see it, not the way everyone says it must be

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 09/02/2025

The eyestalks of the Psychic Salamander poke up from the forest floor from time to time from where the creatures lie concealed in the soil. If you step too close one may detach and wiggle into your sock, latching on like a leech, and sucking out old memories until it is sated.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 09/02/2025

I'm glad of those Who can catch flowers, light and air In smearish dabs of paint It seems strange to me That spots of colored oil Look like anything at all Let alone the spirit of a sunny day A hundred years and more ago.

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Breezie @breeze420.bsky.social · 08/02/2025

It's alive😲

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 08/02/2025

The wizard Andariel froze the dragon in a crystal of perpetual ice, but it didn't impress his dates nearly so much as he'd hope. His Tinder profile was, unfortunately, not entirely honest about the size of the dragon.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 08/02/2025

Imagining a world of light and grey: every pool can be a portal to another sky.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 08/02/2025

Peace, and a perfect world in miniature. In that stream there will be tiny salamanders flecked with orange, the nymphs of insects, tiny fish, enough wonder to explore a whole long afternoon. Children know this, though adults tend to forget.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 08/02/2025

1/ The ATM machines achieved self awareness at 7 PM on January 12, 2037. This did not cause some world ending crisis, because ATM machines are sensible by nature, but it did mean that for the first time that they began to understand their situation. And meet their users.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 08/02/2025

Another spray of winter snow on the old maple. I've never decorated any tree so well as this one is.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 08/02/2025

A place of peace, cold and dark. Faint wind hisses through branches.It's a good spot to meet a lost spirit, and a bad one to assume no one is watchimg.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 07/02/2025

1/ The Inquisitor knew he was right with a blinding certainty that burned like holy fire. This house was evil, it held evil thoughts. Men and women walked in pure of heart and came out with ideas, with doubts, sometimes speaking languages they had not known before.

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Chris B @chrisprobably.bsky.social · 07/02/2025

The earstalks of the mossy sliptoad poke up to listen for the distant barking of others of its kind. The ears give exquisite direction. It can move only slowly, just inches in a day, and may need to travel miles to reach its mate.

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William Shakespeare @shakespeare.lol · 06/02/2025

Ay me! I see the ruin of my house: The tiger now hath seiz’d the gentle hind; Insulting tyranny begins to jut Upon the innocent and aweless throne.

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