Such a beautiful profile!

Remember-- when you reward a Small Messenger Capybara for his courier duties, the traditional gift is a vanilla milkshake.

There are Small Mongolian Ponies-- Przewalski Horses! --being relocated to Spain. They'll be the first Przewalskis in Iberia in 10,000 years. Yay, Small Mongolian Ponies!

Hello friends!! It is I, Alfie Ted, and I am going to be your #FurryTails beartender today. We will also be discussing this month's #FurryReaders book, The Cat Who Ate Danish Modern by Lilian Jackson Braun.

Are we at an impasse?

Happy Birthday, dear Anne Louise!
Thank you for your wonderful art and your wonderful warmth and kindness.

an oil painting depicting an artic fox standing in a field of snow, looking up towards the sun

happy birthday to @annelouiseavery.bsky.social 🥳🎉
may your future be bright and full of joy 🙏✨️
enjoy this oil painting of an arctic fox by Icelandic artist Thorgrimur Einarsson

Happy birthday to me! And to darling Wolf! Best Sacher-Torte for breakfast! 🐺🎂🍂

Does anyone out there over the aether recall a series of British spy thrillers from the 1960s-1970s where the main character was named "Colonel Ryder"? The novels were reprinted in the early 1980s-- I recall that much, but not the author or any titles.

I really love his "Edward II" and "Caravaggio".

Watched "House of Dynamite" today. Very fine small film-- a kind of pre-WW3 procedural. I really liked the way the film dealt with the machinery of crisis. This is something I'll end up getting on DVD.

And baptized her painting in a large amount of blank white negative space a little bat done in soft Shades of Gray

Bat and Moon — Yamada Hōgyoku, c. 1830

Aerograms. I miss aerograms.

Does anyone else recall a period from the early/mid 1960s when the Maltese Cross / Iron Cross was rebranded in the US as the "Surfer's Cross" and they were briefly popular as necklaces?

I remember those! We sold them at the bookstore where I worked in graduate school.

Beyond mysterious letters at Poste Restante, I really, really want one day to finally receive a telex. And maybe a pneumo message, if I'm in Paris.

A dedication page to a book. The page says "To my family. Please don't read this."

my bluesky

Screenshot of a thread on Twitter. Quote-tweeting an announcement by the Lithuanian Ministry of Defence about a new plan for defense in depth, user @CasualArtyFan posts a picture of my face with no further comment. Journalist Jimmy Rushton points out "This is incredibly niche content."

A fun moment on the ol' hellsite

Spooky season is a great time to join @annelouiseavery.bsky.social 's Patreon. Creepy tales, delicious recipes, maybe even a wandering ghost at the kitchen door...👻🎃

Rethink this, North Dakota

I found a lost shadow in the woods and took him in. I had lost my shadow only a year ago when I moved to a cabin in the woods. What a moment of kismet; a shadowless man finds a manless shadow at a time of mutual need.

Is that like a Bauhaus auberge?

I love this cartoon, I reckon it's pretty realistic of how it really happened ;)

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I haven't received a letter at Poste Restante for decades. This must be remedied.

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Sometimes she read as she walked. The grey gilt light and the scent of damp leaves and woodsmoke from the farm. Crows in the fields, the mist rising from the river. The anticipation of hot chestnut soup and bread with cheese and apple dumplings. And she never felt melancholy, never, for her soul could rest and soar in the darkening autumn months, when no demands were made upon her, no tiring expectations of society or travel or that particular form of forced vivacity which made her tired to the very bones.

How did the right wing end up taking possession of cursive handwriting as a cause?

just hanging out

luigi mangione murdered a healthcare executive and opposed "wokeism." i don't know why people insist that killers need some coherent ideology. most people don't even have coherent wardrobes, let alone a coherent worldview.

Old Fox was trying to persuade Wolf to come out of the wardrobe, where he'd been hiding since listening to the news early that morning. I'm never coming out, shouted Wolf. Old Fox sighed & sat down on the rug, wondering whether to make some tea. He really didn't blame Wolf, it was all so desperately worrying, more so than it had been for years. For a grim, squalid tide of blood-soured ideology had seeped into the world, into bustling town and sleepy village and hamlet alike; a putrid, chlorotic groundwater which was rising unchecked and unmeasured, tainting all in its relentless path, claiming only the most vulnerable, only the weakest and the poorest for its wreck-wood and soil. We must be brave, we must speak up and we must hold fast, said Old Fox to himself finally, we must hold fast. And he got up and went downstairs to make Wolf a sensible cup of cocoa and some brown buttered toast.