Jupiter Ash

Grabbed a copy yesterday and looking forward to reading it!

Bisexual terrorist.

But time will not permit: all is uneven,
And every thing is left at six and seven.
- Richard II (II, 2)

#Shakespeare

illustration of an otter with a tie, a namebadge saying 'Steve' and a cup of coffee. Text reads: Do not seize the day. That only startles it, and nobody wants to deal with an aggressive day before coffee. Approach it slowly. Avoid eye contact. Maybe offer a polite nod. Act casual. If the day growls, starts making demands, or mentions shenanigans back away quietly and return to bed.

Advice to live by.

sign protruding from a hedge, the only visible word is 'no'

mood

So many things she was excellent in, and many people my age will immediately think of Sybil. A particularly favourite here was her single episode in Cabin Pressure as Martin’s mum.

Image of the mechanical ladder outside the Louvre Text below says WENN'S MAL WIEDER SCHNELL GEHEN MUSS (When you need to move fast) Underneath is more German text which translates as "The Böcker Agilo transports your treasures weighing up to 400kg at 42m/min - quiet as a whisper."

The German company that makes the mechanical ladder used in the Louvre heist has used the image to advertise, with the text 'When you need to move fast'

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Good day to be Juniper the guinea hog, bad day to be a pumpkin! 🎃

How do you prepare for spooky season? Juni’s diving snout-first into the pumpkins... no spice necessary. 👻

Cartoon drawing of James Bond. He is saying "It's 007.. or +4407 if you're addressing me from outside the UK"

I have a third cartoon in the current Private Eye.

I'm fully expecting to appear in Pedants Corner with this one.

A picture of a foggy street

Edinburgh castle failing to render, likely thanks to the AWS outage

!!!

Ah, the Find Out stage. Classic.

this is stupid and I am high but I have always thought (jokingly) that every time someone predicted the Rapture, they were actually right, but because Scripture specifies that no one will ever know the date and time of Christ’s return, once they predicted it, it had to be scrapped

The most accurate recreation of DS9 I've seen.

Now this is Content

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

The Old Wellington Inn in Manchester, being jacked up on stilts to the new street level during redevelopment. It definitely looks like it's about to waddle out of the picture.

Despite easily being the most British fighting vehicle ever developed, the mock-Tudor AT-AT programme was sadly cancelled due to budgetary concerns

Eventually you have to accept that no matter how many different notebooks you buy, they won’t make you a better writer. For that, you need to spend a lot of money on the right pen.

Smajo Beso • Follow 3d • © I started school in Newcastle in Year 5 without knowing a word of English. I was nine years old and had arrived as a refugee from Bosnia just a couple of months earlier. I was one of those strangers our politicians often speak about. I missed my grandparents and friends. I was having awful nightmares, and I would wake up screaming every single night. I hated going to school. I would sit in my chair, look out of the window, and spend my day daydreaming about ways to run back to Bosnia. I didn't want to be here. After a couple of weeks at school, my teacher, Miss Webster, and my classmates did something special to help me settle, something that made me feel less of a stranger. That was the first day I went home with a smile on my face. I have shared this story before, but as tomorrow is start of the new school year, I thought I would share it again. **

Miss Webster was amazing, but I couldn't understand a word she was saying. She had this ritual where, at the end of each day, we would all sit on the floor around her, she would play the guitar, and we would all sing a song together. I couldn't understand what they were singing, but I could see she would sing one part of the song, then she would say someone's name or point to them. The next part of the song would be sung with that person's name in it, and they would get to go home first. My classmates loved this, but I hated it. It annoyed me because I couldn't understand what they were singing, but if I am honest, l hated it mainly because of how happy they all were. I definitely wasn't happy. I cried myself to sleep nearly every night. I eventually started having separate English lessons, which I enjoyed more because it took me out of the classroom. It was always daunting coming to school because I felt everyone was looking at me or speaking about me. For months, my dad would stand with me outside the school gates in the morning until it was time to go in.

One day I came back into the classroom from my English lesson. We sat down, and everyone was extra-excited, looking at me more than usual for some reason. Of course, I thought it was because I was a refugee, because I couldn't speak English, or because they couldn't pronounce my name. I was bracing myself for another afternoon of my classmates encouraging me to sing. This was probably the closest I came to running out. So we were all sitting on the floor around Miss Webster. She was holding her guitar, ready to sing. I remember the sun shining through the tall, narrow windows as I slowly drifted into a daydream of being back in Bosnia. She began playing the guitar, my classmates joined in, but this time, everything was different. I froze. I understood what they were signing. Not because I had miraculously learned English in one afternoon, but because they were singing in Bosnian for me. I looked around in shock, and they were all smiling at me, and for a moment I thought I was daydreaming.

While I was having separate English lessons, Miss Webster had taught our entire class to sing this song for me in Bosnian. They sang it terribly, but it was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. I skipped home that day with a huge smile on my face. For the first time, I looked forward to going back to school the next day. I have often imagined Miss Webster and my classmates rehearsing, struggling with the strange Bosnian words and laughing at themselves. For me, that effort was the ultimate recognition, an act of peace that felt like the opposite of everything I had known during the war. It was special. I do not know if they realised it then, but that moment helped to give me back my dignity, my belonging, and, for the first time in a long time, I didn't feel like I was just a refugee or an outsider. I was home.

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This is so true it's greeted with a knowing but sort of depressed semi laugh.

I feel so old.

But then I've been doing fandom for 28 years.

You have to have changed your main fandom platform at least four times AND you must have at least three fandom-related subjects that cause an overwhelming wave of exhaustion to hit you whenever people start arguing over them

Are we getting to the FO stage?

So very true!

You know what never gets old? People in inflatable t-rex suits visiting t-rex skeletons in museums

Happy National Rum Day!
#theillustratedrat

'level' is a close second, right?

Lol

Teaching STEM without teaching the Humanities is how you get Spider-Man villians. Teaching Theater without teaching the Humanities is how you get Batman villians.

This made me laugh. And then I sat and thought about it. This is correct.

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#SFF fans rejoice, for tomorrow the Epic Sale of Beloved SFF begins!

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On this Chairteenth, we celebrate the good folks of Montgomery, especially our guy AquaMayne. Special shout out to the folks who, within 72 hours, recreated this in their apartment complex. A COMMUNITY!! 💀