The Librarian was not familiar with love, which had always struck him as a bit ethereal and soppy, but kindness, on the other hand, was practical. You knew where you were with kindness, especially if you were holding a pie it had just given you.

– Terry Pratchett, Unseen Academicals

“I need no axe to be a dwarf. Nor do need to hate trolls. What kind of creature defines itself by hatred?

” -Grag Bashfullsson.

This is a very timely quote.

It’s a shame that Bruce Boxleitner is not in the new Tron: Ares movie, but a bigger shame that Jared Leto is.

I enjoyed Tron: Legacy and have a great love for the first film.

It’s a shame there seems to be no mention of Flynn’s son, Sam, either.

https://www.accountabilitynews.org/post/multiple-women-accuse-jared-leto-of-sexual-misconduct

Starbucks barista: Order for Cathy Lou.

Cthulhu: (visibly incensed) I guess that’s me.

Medieval marijuana, from a 12th-century medical and herbal collection:

https://publicdomainreview.org/collection/miniatures-from-a-12th-century-medical-and-herbal-collection

The Latin at the bottom reads: “Grows but in waste places, and at roadsides, and along hedges. The very best medicine for healing.”

Bill Maher: “I went bowling with Charles Manson. What can I tell ya? He’s a really charming and funny guy one on one. And he asked my advice about important stuff. Wish you all coulda been there.”

(Via Elaine Boosler)

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YOLO.

JK.

BRB.

-Jesus

Stop venting to ChatGPT; go to confession at your nearest Catholic church. You don’t even have to be Catholic; you just have to ask to confess. You can even debate with a priest for free, or you can give a donation, like donuts or apples. Or you can fight the priest. It’s like Dark Souls.

Day 20,530

My breakfast with Cerberus (actually three lovely Irish wolfhounds—Raven, Desmond, and Ruth—hard to see where one giant pooch ends and the next begins).

I had banana walnut French toast; they had pancakes.

If you get a handy from a deaf person, is it technically oral?

There were kids at FSU yesterday who survived Parkland 6 years ago and I cannot stop thinking about them having to live through this once again.

Folks are shocked that it took only 84 days to get to “deporting citizens, born in the U.S., to dangerous foreign prisons without due process.”

If him being a rapist and felon wasn’t enough, why does this surprise you? Why does anything anymore? This country is a travesty of historical proportions.

Draft  of

**”Whispers of the Blooming Void”**

In the silent expanse of space, the spaceship *Arboretum* glides like a forgotten specter. Within its hollow corridors, the last remnants of Earth’s flora pulse with an eerie, bioluminescent glow—a garden of alien beauty. The ship is under the care of its sole occupant, Niall Verdan, a botanist-turned-reluctant guardian.

The Earth, a memory drowned in smog and flame, had discarded its ecosystems like a snake shedding its skin. The *Arboretum* was a desperate, half-forgotten experiment sent adrift to preserve life. But as decades turned to centuries, the ship became a myth, and Niall became… something else.

Alone for so long, Niall begins to hear the plants speak—not in words, but in sensations. The lavender hums lullabies of regret. The orchids whisper secrets of unseen dimensions. The vines, their tendrils twitching like eager fingers, seem to want something. They call to him, pulling at his mind like a tide.

One day, while tending the garden, Niall discovers a door he has never seen before, covered in moss and glowing faintly. The plants nudge him toward it. Inside, he finds a pulsating orb of light—a seed, yet alive and sentient. It communicates with him, revealing that the garden has become more than a collection of plants. It is evolving, feeding on the cosmic energy around them to birth a new kind of life.

But there’s a catch. The seed wants Niall to choose: merge with it, fusing his consciousness with the garden to become an eternal caretaker, or let the ship drift toward a star, giving the seedling its chance to scatter its spores across the universe.

Torn between his humanity and the surreal connection he feels with the blooming void, Niall must decide the fate of not just the *Arboretum*, but the legacy of Earth itself.

Just so we’re clear… the 5th Amendment says, “No person… shall be denied life, liberty, or property without Due Process.” Not “no citizen,” not “no person with exceptions for those in the country illegally.” NO PERSON.

NO. PERSON.