Bruce Arthurs
@brucearthursaz
Long-time SF/F reader, occasional writer. Living in Arizona w/several housemates and a small mob of cats. Recently widowed; my wife Hilde passed away March 2026. I strive for posts that are amusing, informative, and/or wise. (The last one's the toughie.)
There's a reason I keep posting this image... (Because it's a goddamn cool outfit, worn well, that's why.)
Tend to go for rough, rather than rounded or smooth, but here's a nice chunk of striated rock w/one side polished. (I've forgotten the mineral's full name.) Also remembering my family's German Shepherd, Siggy, who had a Pet Rock she carried around in her mouth. It weighed eight pounds.
Sorting more family papers, came across a vintage Christmas card. A clear depiction of box-shaped alien visitors running in terror from one of this world's monstrous inhabitants, who only want to skin and disembowel the visitors. This is why Earth can't have nice things. @weirdxmas.bsky.social
Our local street cats and kittens mobbing a fresh dispensation of kibble. #caturday
Nick Cravat's wordless performance in THE CRIMSON PIRATE (1952). He and Lancaster were a great comedy duo. (Cravat's character was mute, because Cravat had an intractable Noo Yawk accent that made voice coaches weep, and limited the roles he could play.)
Arizona Cheese Crisp. Uses a flour tortilla instead of toast. Can be plain with cheese, or added toppings like strips of canned or roasted green chiles.
(from AMONG CANNIBALS by Carl Lumholtz, 1889, artist uncredited)
Grunewald's "Resurrection" Christ as superhero. I live in a universe where dead guys don't come back to life, so I've never been able to believe in the Resurrection as actual fact. But some Christian art, POW, smack between the eyes.
For Age of Sail films, allow me to present THE CRIMSON PIRATE (1952), best swashbuckler ever. Only a very (very) loose connection to any actual history, but so much fun to watch. (And rewatch; I've probably watched at least a half-dozen times.
If I'm recalling my misspent youth of watching Saturday morning cartoons correctly, this was one of Touché Turtle's charming affectations.
Talked to Mitch McConnell for 20 minutes today. He said to teach Trump phenomenology.
First time Tully's climbed into my lap for some chillin' time. At fifteen pounds, kind of like a small version of a weighted blanket.
Squeaky decided to be Miss Grumpypants today, claiming a shelf as her own personal space.
I am reminded of some of SF editor David G. Hartwell's colorful wardrobe choices:
Went outside after a second car alarm went off. Ah, hah, exceptionally loud noise explained: At least two locations within a couple of blocks are shooting off professional-grade fireworks, but without the lift and height provided in pro-run shows. Barely past 9:00. Gonna be a long night.
"A VIEW of the FIRE-WORKES and ILLUMINATIONS, at his GRACE the Duke of RICHMOND'S at WHITEHALL and on the River Thames, on Monday 15 May, 1749"
And for a more normal #Caturday posting, here's Baldura, the former street cat we adopted in 2017. Always very mellow and calm around people, I think she must have been lost or abandoned rather than born to the street. Got taken in by a rescue org, then on to us.
How much better would it have been if Congress had passed the Patriot Cat instead instead of the Patriot Act? #Caturday #4thofJuly #redwhiteandblue
Recent book arrivals. THE ROYAL FIRST IRREGULARS and THE MYSTICAL MURDERS OF YIN MARA, two shorts in the Maradaine series by @mrmaresca.com AND WHAT CAN WE OFFER YOU TONIGHT, @premeemohamed.com 120 MURDERS, @nmamatas.bsky.social , ed. EVERYBODY'S PERFECT, @jowalton.bsky.social
#PhantomsFriday THE GHOSE OF GREYSTONE GRANGE, by Arthur William À Beckett. Artist: A.B. Frost (1851-1928). Frost is best remembered for his illustrations of Joel Chandler Harris's Uncle Remus stories.
The layout of the Great American State Fair keeps making me thing of That Scene from 1963 Paul Newman film HUD.
Guess I better post this one more time before it becomes irrelevant.