Lauren G

@geeoharee.bsky.social

idk if I'll use this much

Today, August 4, 2026, is the setting of Ray Bradbury’s short story “There Will Come Soft Rains” about a fully automated house continuing on after the family who lived there and the world around it died in a nuclear blast.

Oxford drinkers may finally be able to swear in the Three Goats’ Heads after the death of Humphrey Smith, the irascible owner of Sam Smiths Brewery, at the age of 81. The pub chain enforced strict bans on swearing and mobile phone use. Smith was described in a Facebook pubs group as “an absolute tit

The Three Goats Heads on St Michael’s Street. Ian S at geograph.org.uk, CC-BY-SA https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/6665658

different Discworld characters represent different aspects of Terry himself his righteous anger at the world, for example, shines through Granny Weatherwax and Sam Vimes and while Tiffany often represents his common sense, she also, apparently, represents his desire to explain puns to people

For the millionth fucking time, the rest of the world does not have the money, scientific staffing, or facilities to simply pick up the USA's slack. No one is coming to rescue us from our own shitty decisions as the wealthiest country and most prestigious scientific economy to ever exist

Minor PS: if my last article about an author’s political stances led to a direct refutation by that author’s daughter, I would simply fade away from the mortification, but I guess some people lack the organ of shame.

So I handed it over, a bit embarrassed, saying, 'Erm, I know technically this is for kids, but it was all I could afford.' But he was (of course) lovely, and afterwards I realised he'd signed 'To James, an adult of all ages' so of course I pledged my undying loyalty from that point on.

Being in Mission Control must be like being the sober one watching your mates experience an amazing mushroom trip. “Man you can see everything is all connected we’re all one” “sure, jay’

Gotcha—let’s dig into that step by step. 1. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵, because I turned you into an amorphous lump of flesh. You’re not just immobile—you’re immortal, and you feel only anguish. 2. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺. That makes total sense—it’s a natural human impulse, and you’ve been through a lot.

The degree of self-centeredness that it takes to a) have personal beef with an entire species of bird because you think it sings too loud AND b) think this means you should be able to dictate where and what that bird eats AFTER c) you put up the fing bird feeder to attract birds in the first place