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Geoffrey Chaucer (Le Vostre GC): Servaunt of the Kynge. Blogger. Wryter of verse. Wearer of litel woolen hatte. Deputy Forestere of North Petherton. He/hym/hys.
Do not messe wyth writers. Thei are the kyndeste and meanest and weirdest folk on Earthe. Thei kan create a person yn a second, or make a partye be rememberid for two thousande years. Thei kan stitch and unstitch worldes. Thei give names to emociouns we do not yet understande. Odd people, mightye.
Some authores trye to wryte lengthye frame-tale narratyves thei get called assholes That nevir happenid to Giovanni Boccaccio
The moone doth belonge to everichon The best thynges yn lyfe are fre The starres do belonge to everichon Thei shyne ther for me and thee -- The floures yn spring -- The robins that singe -- The sunbeames that shyne -- Thyne, and myne! And love can come to everichon The best thynges yn lyfe are fre!
Yes. We do not study the past with a view to feelgood vibes. Sometimes we encounter events and people that do that, but it is not the *purpose* of serious or just basically honest study.
Armchair Classicist (Ryan Schaller)@armchairclassicist.bsky.social · yesterdayTruth. #History
Do not messe wyth writers. Thei are the kyndeste and meanest and weirdest folk on Earthe. Thei kan create a person yn a second, or make a partye be rememberid for two thousande years. Thei kan stitch and unstitch worldes. Thei give names to emociouns we do not yet understande. Odd people, mightye.
On the internette Hearinge the discourse Ich longe for the internette
Textes from Sisyphus: UGH You are not goinge to BELIEVE what just happenid AGAYNE 🪨
What a beautiful face Ich have founde yn thys place That doth circle ay all rounde the sonne And whanne we meete on a cloude Ich wil laughen out loude Ich wil laughen at everichoon Ich kan see Kan not believe How straunge it ys to be anythinge at all #NeutralMilkHotel
"Wyoming will become the first state in the US where you cannot receive a B.A. in Philosophy. The University of Wyoming will be the only R1 institution, the only state flagship university, and one of two land-grant universities that do not offer a B.A. in Philosophy." dailynous.com/2026/07/23/u...
"We searched the entyre internet!" What archivists heare: "We searched the entyre small airport bookeshoppe!"
It ys a tragedye - It ys a sadde song - But we sing it anywaye. For heere ys the thinge: To knowen how it endeth And yet begin to sing it agayne As yf it mighte turne out thys tyme? Ich learned that from a friende of myne He koude make you see how the worlde koude be Yn spite of the waye that it ys
Textes from Sisyphus: UGH You are not goinge to BELIEVE what just happenid AGAYNE 🪨
Yf you spye a fadid signe at the syde of the roade that saith 'V short leagues to the Shack of Love'
Soft Rains Day. "Today is August 4, 2026, in the city of Allendale, California. Today is Mr. Featherstone's birthday. Today is the anniversary of Tilita's marriage. Insurance is payable, as are the water, gas, and light bills." RIP Ray Bradbury, 1920-2012
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Clarkesworld has recently discovered that their August issue successfully breached containment and gained access to the Internet, where it is presently hacking reader's minds. "Oh no, what will we do? Who knew that stories could be so powerful?" said Neil Clarke, when approached for comment.
Clarkesworld@clarkesworldmagazine.com · 4d agoThe August issue of Clarkesworld is now online and features stories by Ravn J. Silver, Eilis O’Neal, Jordan Alexander, D.A. Xiaolin Spires, E.N. Auslender, Y.M. Pang, and H.H. Pak. clarkesworldmagazine.com/issue_239 Subscribe today at: clarkesworldmagazine.com/subscribe/
2006: Those Grey Goose shots at 3am were a bad idea but I’ll make it to work 2026: Stayed up until 11 last night experimenting with a new eyeliner and I’m inexplicably hungover
"I don't understand why you, a fantasy writer, don't appreciate the value of making bargains with the fae."
John Scalzi@scalzi.com · 2d agoEvery now and then someone takes a run at me along the lines of "I don't understand why you, a scifi writer, don't appreciate 'AI'," and I'm all, motherfucker, it's *because* I'm a science fiction writer I have the positions I have, how many times do we have to fucking yell "torment nexus," my dude
For two yeares yn the 1970s McDonalds hadde a verye posh versioun of the Hamburgler wyth the name Thief Wellington
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON SPOYLERES FOR NEXTE SEASOUN: Henrygon 8th of hys name hadde six wyves. The firste was Katherneys of Aragon. The seconde was Annemys Boleynarys.
[After the passage now known as "the dialogue at the door of the Shack of Love" there occurs this striking, surprising, and paradoxical passage, often taken up in critical interpretations of the text but never satisfactorily explained]: Thou art what? TYNNE ROOFE ALAS, THE RUSTE!
Another thought: in his statement, Hank Green expressed quite a lot of shame about the "dopamine hit" he gets from using AI. As a non-AI user I don't really know what he's referring to here. Is the AI voice flattering him while also doing his job (presumably poorly)? Because that's big weird.
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Dave ys frost: cold, eternal, makinge stabilitye of death. Buster ys fyre: livelye, destroyinge, disappearinge yn a breathe. Togethir thei create a space out of tyme. A place to share a drynke, to playe some games. & So we revel yn that ympossible and unstable dimensioun forged by Dave and Buster.
