It’s that time of year again. Hey, remember when Anonymous more visibly took on scammers, pedophiles, and cults on the regular? I miss those days.
I would love to have seen what the most mobilized teams of the 2010s would have done with flock cameras and the like today.
In the wake of current events, post a blue character! 💙
— Scottobear (@scottobear.bsky.social) 2026-11-04T20:56:30.415Z
American Jewish groups like the ADL so bought into "Republicans are the pro-Israel party who will protect us from the anti-Israel left" that they are unprepared for a world where JD Vance runs on "Israel betrayed MAGA." And unlike Mamdani, he won't be careful to distinguish "Israel" from "Jews."
— Joel S. (@joelhs.bsky.social) 2026-11-04T19:14:28.142Z
listen up democrats: we did not vote for you for y'all to find common ground and reach across the aisle. we voted for you to crush our enemies, to see them driven before us, to hear the lamentations of their women
— Emma Berquist (@emmaberquist.bsky.social) 2026-11-04T04:31:12.236Z
NEVER FORGET: The BIGGEST Cuts to Medicaid and SNAP from H.R. 1 begin on January 1st, 2027. THIS MUST BE REPEALED!
— Peter Morley ♿️ (@petermorley.bsky.social) 2026-11-04T18:39:30.224Z
Good Roanoke things from Virginia overall.
The vibe today was like that part in Lord of the Rings where the trees decide to march on Isengard and unleash their wrath on Saruman’s fortress.
Favored response cards on bluesky to random responders to midterms
Kevin reminded me of this-
https://retrogames.biz/support/the400-mini/upgrade/
Well worth it! It fixes M.U.L.E.!
See also, to add to USB in the back-
https://archive.org/download/Atari800RomCollectionByGhostware
And
https://www.atarimania.com/machines/atari-400-800-xl-xe/top
For the record, cobalt blue bottle for bottle trees and haint blue for porches are not even close to the same shade. Haint blue is really pale blue-green and cobalt is much darker / vibrant.
I mention, as the most salient characteristics (of the collective unconscious) chaotic multiplicity and order; duality; the opposition of light and dark, upper and lower, right and left; the union of opposites in a third; the quaternity (square, cross); rotation (circle, sphere); and finally the centering process and a radical arrangement that usually followed some quaternity system . . .
C.G. Jung, Psychology and Alchemy The mome rath hasn’t been born that can outgrabe me.
James Thurber, The Thurber Carnival
Spotted either a mountain fox squirrel or a fisher on our road trip today while leaf peeping
https://photos.app.goo.gl/yBd81g8BHf4B9hSM9
Assorted leaf peep pix from paint bank in the link
Oh, thank goodness. I thought I was going to have to replace our main car’s alternator, but it was just a bad battery cable.
Instead of $1000-$1500 , it was under $200.
Thank you, Hamren’s Auto Service!
We lost a few today.
Elke Sommer, Susan St. James
Rest in Peace Sir Patrick Stewart
Proton CEO Andy Yen projects a calm persona and rails against Big Tech and critiques AI. Internally, he is pushing engineers to build Proton with AI, even when they have security concerns.
A comparison chart titled with Proton services on the left pointing to privacy-focused alternative services on the right using green arrows. The listed alternatives are:
• Proton VPN points to Mullvad VPN
• Proton Authenticator points to both 2FAS Auth and Aegis
• Proton Drive points to Filen
• Proton Mail points to Tuta Mail
• Proton Pass points to both Bitwarden and 2FAS Pass
https://www.404media.co/manifestos-fear-and-loser-thinking-inside-protons-ai-reckoning/
When I was a kid, one of the priests I knew co-opted jack-o’-lantern making as a Christian thing.
The Pumpkin Gospel or Pumpkin Parable is a Christian teaching tool or children’s ministry activity that uses carving a pumpkin as a metaphor for spiritual rebirth: picking a pumpkin represents God choosing a person; cutting the top and cleaning out the inside represents removing sin; carving a smiling face represents a new creation; and placing a light or candle inside represents letting Jesus’ light shine outward.
That’s all nice and everything for him, but I remember rolling my eyes at age 8.
Somehow, to me, having your brains scooped out and replaced with the light of another mind is a horror; that level of loss of self seems beyond existential.
https://allpoetry.com/The-Green-Eye-Of-The-Little-Yellow-God
The Green Eye Of The Little Yellow God
There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
There's a little marble cross below the town;
There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave
Of Mad Carew,
And the Yellow God forever gazes down.
He was known as "Mad Carew" by the subs at Khatmandu,
He was hotter than they felt inclined to tell;
But for all his foolish pranks, he was worshipped in the ranks,
And the Colonel's daughter smiled on him as well.
He had loved her all along, with a passion of the strong,
The fact that she loved him was plain to all.
She was nearly twenty-one and arrangements had begun
To celebrate her birthday with a ball.
He wrote to ask what present she would like from Mad Carew;
They met next day as he dismissed a squad;
And jestingly she told him then that nothing else would do
But the green eye of the little Yellow God.
On the night before the dance, Mad Carew seemed in a trance,
And they chaffed him as they puffed at their cigars:
But for once he failed to smile, and he sat alone awhile,
Then went out into the night beneath the stars.
He returned before the dawn, with his shirt and tunic torn,
And a gash across his temple dripping red;
He was patched up right away, and he slept through all the day,
And the Colonel's daughter watched beside his bed.
He woke at last and asked if they could send his tunic through;
She brought it, and he thanked her with a nod;
He bade her search the pocket saying "That's from Mad Carew,"
And she found the little green eye of the god.
She upbraided poor Carew in the way that women do,
Though both her eyes were strangely hot and wet;
But she wouldn't take the stone and Mad Carew was left alone
With the jewel that he'd chanced his life to get.
When the ball was at its height, on that still and tropic night,
She thought of him and hurried to his room:
As she crossed the barrack square she could hear the dreamy air
Of a waltz tune softly stealing thro' the gloom.
His door was open wide, with silver moonlight shining through;
The place was wet and slippery where she trod:
An ugly knife lay buried in the heart of Mad Carew,
'Twas the "Vengeance of the Little Yellow God."
There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
There's a little marble cross below the town;
There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave
Of Mad Carew,And the Yellow God forever gazes down.
Meet James Craddock, the Gentleman Ghost. He first appeared in Flash Comics #88 in October 1947, created by Robert Kanigher and Joe Kubert. In life he was Gentleman Jim, a highwayman who robbed the English countryside in the 1800s, courtly to his victims even as he took their valuables. He crossed the Atlantic and ran afoul of the gunslingers Nighthawk and Cinnamon, and Nighthawk lynched him on a false charge.
Death didn’t hold him. Craddock rose as a real ghost and learned he must wander the earth until the spirit of his killer moves on. The cruelty of it is that Nighthawk and Cinnamon are the reincarnated souls of Prince Khufu and Chay-Ara, Hawkman and Hawkgirl, who can never truly die. So the Gentleman Ghost is stuck here, elegant and furious, robbing the living forever.
He shows up in Gotham City every now and then, first to bug the JSA, then Alan Scott (one of my two preferred Green Lanterns, and sometimes hassle Batman.
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