Laage

@laage.se

Dane living in Sweden. Posts primarily in English, but Swedish and Danish posts may appear from time to time. Sysadmin working primarily with Windows, AD, Azure AD, Powershell. Cats and dogs in abundance, plays board games when there's time. He/him

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.

... users can be found giggling, crying, or simply staring into the distance saying "Whoah..." We spoke to one, and asked how they feel about warnings that the practice is addictive: "I could stop, but I don't want to." Some experts say if reading was invented today it would be banned at once.

Paul Atreides doth go to a Frensshe bakerye to picke up breade. Upon arriving at the Frensshe bakerye, Paul Atreides doth fynde that the Frensshe bakeres have lefte a box for hym. Paul Atreides asketh: "What ys yn the box?" And the Frensshe bakeres responde: "Pain."

A spaceship landed in the park. A door dilated and a distraught alien emerged. "What's happened to the library? It's gone! The one thing your civilization had going-" "They moved to a new building," a passer-by said. "Don't you have ways of finding these things out?" "Yes. I ask at the library."

Long ago, dragons rose up against the gods. After a long war, the dragons were defeated. As punishment, the dragons were split, literally, and spread across the world. Their diminished selves seek their lost parts. Once the right nine lives of cats meet, they'll reform a dragon. #CrossRepost

"You have tampered in the Gods' domain!" the god shouted. "Well, maybe, but you gods tamper in the human domain all the time!" "That's... That's different!" "How?" "We are Gods! It's what we do!" "And we are human. Likewise." "I..." The god sighed. "Fair. But keep it quiet, okay?"

A week after the teleport network had opened, it was already routine. Johnson stepped onto the plate and thought about the Bank Street station. He arrived at the leisure park. He complained to a guard, who said: "It takes you where you need to be." Behind him, his daughter's soccer game started.

"You have improved," the swordmaster said. "Thanks to my new sword," said the student. The swordmaster studied the blade and frowned. "This is enchanted?" "You know about cursed swords that whisper that you should kill?" "Yes?" "This tells me I'm loved and valid." "Ah. Well. It's not wrong."

"Remember that prophecy that some old god would end the world last year?" the guy at the tavern bar laughs. "What happened with that?" I feel Finna flinch beside me. "There's no point telling them," I say. "Well, I didn't kill that old god for their sake." "Saving the world includes the jerks."