the house in the story is, strictly, a combination of that house in Providence and one he saw in New Jersey that isn't there anymore but was almost certainly just as nice. this was how he wrote it up.

reading HP Lovecraft's The Shunned House (far from his best story, but one of his most architecturally- and historically-minded ones) and it will never stop being funny to me the way he describes old New England houses and then you look it up and it's the nicest house you've ever seen in your life

clearly the discourse is going to unexpected places

just another friday afternoon working in publishing

i don't especially want to get into the discourse but at a meta-discourse level the chuds deciding to go after Christopher Nolan, who was very obviously unusually conservative for a mega-Hollywood figure, is tactically insane

i don't see why we have to argue about this. the geography here makes it very simple. West Falkland becomes "Malvena", governed from Buenos Aires. East Falkland - hereafter "Falkland" - is governed from London. easy peasy

are sports writers ok

wait *what*

tried to check up on the dying embers of Your Party (just for a laugh, you understand) and you'll never guess what issue has now embroiled them

there'll be no Al Carns then. i'll tell the centrist dads

the french have a secret genre of music and i'm so glad i've never heard it

sometimes i fear we're running out of discourse. but someone always comes along to prove me wrong

nope!

FUCK MY LIFE

yooooooo i'd forgotten this subplot. mad.

retvrn

right, sure, but - although you are, like him, a huge cunt - you're *not* him, so that's not super useful is it, Tim

if i was in merseyside

some days not being a "why is this headline news" scold is hard

yes?!

very funny that Starmer chose to spin out the leadership process so he can still be the PM if England win the World Cup and now he's also turned that into a series of political rakes for stepping on

welp!

ok it really is all over. even the commentator just said "we're going to have a fairly long procession out" which i take as my cue to leave these freaks. all eyes on the Pope now, I guess, or, alternatively, on any of the millions of things that matter more

cannot emphasis enough how silly this bit is. each new bishop has to sing 'ad multos anos' at the old bishop, individually, three times, in a higher tone each time, as they approach him in front of the altar. honestly kind of intimidating

now each new bishop does a blessing. jesus fucking christ could they not all go at once

and now their whackin' sticks. for whackin' people who don't kiss their rings. these baby priests have learned their lesson well, apparently, and do not receive a whackin'