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runcible@runcible· 15d

When you move the octopus in the garage and expose how badly you need to dust in there.

A close-up photo of the top of a black network-attached storage device. There is a layer of dust across the top, and in the center is the silhouette of a plastic octopus that used to be on top. The area where the octopus was, there is no dust.

Oops.

runcible@runcible· 22d

runcible@runcible· 26d

Yeah I am not gonna be doing that, reddit. Can't get past the final screen without giving them something, either.

runcible@runcible· Jul 10

Seen in the parlor bathroom

Rainbow sticker on a bathroom towel dispenser that says "tattooed people cum in colors"

runcible@runcible· Jun 30

Whenever I see people throwing punches down, instead of up

‘Dolly Sisters, right? Sounds like the Botney Street area,’ said
Pepe. ‘I’m sure of it. Not too bad, as I recall. I didn’t get beaten
up much down there, but at the end of the day they’re all crab
buckets.’
Glenda was taken aback. She’d expected anger or
condescension, not this sharp little grin.
‘You know a lot about our city for a dwarf from Uberwald, I
must say.’
‘No, love, I know a lot about Uberwald for a boy from Lobbin
Clout,’ said Pepe smoothly. ‘Old Cheese Alley, to be precise. Local
lad, me. Wasn’t always a dwarf, you know. I just joined.’
‘What? Can you do that?’
‘Well, it’s not like they advertised. But yeah, if you know the
right people. And Madame knew the right people, ha, knew quite
a lot about the right people. It wasn’t hard. I’ve got to believe in
a few things, there’s a few observances, and of course I have to
keep off the old booze—’ He smiled as her glance pinned the
glass in his hand, and went on: ‘Too quick, love, I was going to
add “when I’m working”, and good job too. It doesn’t matter if
you are shoring up the mine roof or riveting a bodice, being a
piss artist is bloody stupid. And the moral of all this is, you have
to grab life or drop back into the crab bucket.’
‘Oh yes, that’s all very well to say,’ Glenda snapped, wondering
what crabs had got to do with anything. ‘But in real life people
have responsibilities. We don’t have shiny jobs with lots of
money, but they are real jobs doing things that people need! I’d
be ashamed of myself, selling boots at four hundred dollars a go,
which only rich people can afford. What’s the point of that?’
‘Well, you must admit that it makes rich people less rich,’

‘Oh well, so long as you’re having fun,’ said Verity, looking, in
theory, from one to the other. ‘Here, have one of these, they’re
lovely. My treat.’
She reached down and picked a crab out of a bucket. As it
came up it turned out that three more were hanging on to it.
‘A crab necklace?’ giggled Juliet.
‘Oh, that’s crabs for you,’ said Verity, disentangling the ones
who had hitched a ride. ‘Thick as planks, the lot of them. That’s
why you can keep them in a bucket without a lid. Any that tries
to get out gets pulled back. Yes, as thick as planks.’ Verity held
the crab over an ominously bubbling cauldron. ‘Shall I cook it for
you now?’
‘No!’ said Glenda, much louder than she had intended.
‘Are you okay, dear?’ Verity enquired. ‘You look a bit ill.’
‘I’m fine. Fine. Just a touch of a sore throat, that’s all.’ Crab
bucket, she thought. I thought Pepe was talking nonsense. ‘Erm,
can you just truss it up for us? It’s going to be a long night.’
‘Right you are,’ said Miss Pushpram, expertly wrapping the
unresisting crab in twine. ‘You know what to do, that’s certain.
Lovely crabs, these, real good eating. But thick as planks.’

Crab bucket, thought Glenda as they hurried towards the Night
Kitchen. That’s how it works. People from the Sisters
disapproving when a girl takes the trolley bus. That’s crab
bucket. Practically everything my mum ever told me, that’s crab
bucket. Practically everything I’ve ever told Juliet, that’s crab
bucket, too. Maybe it’s just another word for the Shove. It’s so
nice and warm on the inside that you forget that there’s an
outside. The worst of it is, the crab that mostly keeps you down
is you…The realization had her mind on fire.

runcible@runcible· Jun 21

Seen in the world

A yellow sticker on a black car. The text says "HOW AM I DRIVING?" in large red font at the top. Below that, in smaller black font, it says "I'M NOT! THIS VEHICLE IS DRIVEN BY 700 RATS".
Immediately below is a picture of a row of 9 adorable pet rats.

runcible@runcible· Jun 19

trying to reply to emails but someone needs their face held

runcible@runcible· Jun 15

Anyone else seeing a run of what appear to be bot-likes across your comments/posts from the last 4 weeks, all leading to accounts with telegram links in their profiles? Looking surprisingly similar to the long-running bot-follows on tumblr. Cat legs for visibility.

A cat lying on their side on a piece of furniture in front of a sunny window. The curtain is closed, with 2/3 of the front of the cat underneath the curtain while they sun themselves (visible as a silhouette through the curtain). The rear legs and tail are dangling out.

runcible@runcible· Jun 15

[this man is heading for your DM's right now]

A biographical photo of William Carlos Williams

runcible@runcible· Jun 13

In lieu of me being utterly filthy and still jangly after having startled spiders land on me while cleaning out a shed, please enjoy this doofus who slept through my screaming.

A tan colored cat with a white chin sleeping while curled up on her side. Her head is upside down.

runcible@runcible· Jun 12

runcible@runcible· Jun 8

Now that the plans are underway to finally pull out this nearly 2 story high plant that never bloomed for 8 years (and is too close to the house), it finally throws out a bloom. In the leather pride colors. Right for the beginning of pride. Uh-huh buddy, I see what you're up to here.

A close up of a Giant Bird Of Paradise (Strelitzia nicolai), finally blooming after 8 years of just getting fuck off huge and never blooming and now needs to be removed. Out of frame is me yelling about it.

runcible@runcible· Jun 6

Oh damn I forgot to post this yesterday! Rest In Piss you piece of shit.

In the picture, there is a background of a framed calligraphy print above a toilet that says "Ronald Reagan's grave is a gender-neutral bathroom."

In the foreground, there is a hand giving the finger to the picture, and the hand has purple nail polish and a bracelet in the non-binary pride flag colors.

The print is from WitchsGrove on Etsy.

runcible@runcible· Jun 4

So I put this in my bio for a reason. If you're a political ragebait account, that's content-adjacent enough to block you. More power to you, there's every reason to be angry. But if that's all you do, I don't want to be a part of that & I will take steps to make sure that stays the case.

runcible@runcible· Jun 1

I know I'm late, but finally read "This Is How You Lose the Time War", and oh my gosh. Two people both broken for purpose realizing that the only common ground they have with anyone else across time is each other? Heart fucking eyes. Definitely cannot recommend enough.

$The cover of the book "This Is How You Lose the Time War" by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone. There is a depiction of a fractured red robin, with an inverse mirror image of a fracture blue bird below.$

runcible@runcible· May 30

Look upon my stains ye elders and reminisce

A white rag with blobby stains of fuchsia all over it. It is on top of a workbench also lightly stained with the same color, next to an old printer head.

runcible@runcible· May 30

Cleaning out the freezer, found some stromboli filling I made back in 2024. Thawed it out, augmented with a bunch of leftover broccoli I'd cooked the night before, along with the last nubs of a hunk of brie I diced up. It did not suck.

An uncooked stromboli on parchment paper. It has been lightly brushed with olive oil, along with a sprinkling of maldon salt.

A stromboli on a baking sheet that has been cooked until the dough is golden-brown. Gooey cheese leaks out of the holes sliced in the top, and broccoli, spinach, and diced peppers are visible. .

runcible@runcible· May 30

Unrelated, but your account started showing as an invalid handle when I'm viewing?

runcible@runcible· May 28

Someone has Big Feelings about a gray rainy day at the ass end of May

A cat on her side, on top of a pillow, leaning her face against the arm rest of a couch. She has a just-awake yet grumpy expression, as if she is trying to get her beauty rest but cannot due to the ceaseless deprivations of slightly below optimal temperatures and lack of sunbeams to doze in.

The management has very much been notified.

runcible@runcible· May 28

Good skybox today.

runcible@runcible· May 24

For everyone at the Palace of Fine Arts last night

runcible@runcible· May 21

"Carabiner seeking Carabiner for day excursion"

runcible@runcible· May 19

Parked next to this the other day, and thank you for your service (in service of joy)

A bumptersticker on the back of a subaru that says, in multiple colors, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

Two bumperstickers on the back of a car. The top one says "100% SOLD ON STEEL DAN". The one below says "ALL MY HOMES HAVE DEEP APPRECIATION FOR MOTHER NATURE"

Two bumperstickers on the back of a car. One says "SAME AS IT EVER WAS" (in reference to the Talking Heads song). The other says "STOP HONKING! I'M CRYING AND LISTENING TO PATSY CLINE"

A bumpersticker that says "MY OTHER RIDE IS A DETERIORATING BODY OF FLESH AND BONES"

runcible@runcible· May 14

By Talos...

runcible@runcible· May 10

[pained sigh]

runcible@runcible· May 9

Friend's memorial is this afternoon, at a local bar. 1st thing I ask is if I should get food sorted (grief+booze+empty stomach=bad time). Find out that it's being covered by a caterer, but what about deserts? Which is why I made both fudge and brownies last night.

runcible@runcible· May 9

Saw this on tumblr with the comment of how funny it would be If _It_ Happened on the 11th of June/6th of November

A numerical diagram in the shape of a square. The number 6 is in the upper left hand corner, 7 is in the upper right hand corner, while 9 is in the lower left hand corner, and 11 is in the lower right hand corner.

There is a line between 6 and 7 labeled "GEN ALPHA SLANG", alluding to the six-seven meme. A line between 6 and 9 is labeled "SEX POSITION", referring to 69'ing. A diagonal live between 7 and 9 is labeled "EATEN", which refers to the 7-8-9 (seven ate nine) childhood joke. 7 to 11 has a line labeled "CONVENIENCE STORE" for the 7-11 chain of convenience stores. 9 to 11 is labeled "TERRORIST ATTACK" in reference to the September 11th 2001 terrorist attack in New York City.

There is no line between 6 and 11.

Yet.

runcible@runcible· May 8

Shouting Towards The Dead

On the anniversary of someone's passing, there are many ways to try and send a message to them.

Headstones and plaques are focal points to gather around, and if there's any justice in the world, that shared emotional energy builds a bridge that they can hear - like a fuzzy radio broadcast on an old tube radio - on the other side. Maybe a word or two, or snatches of sentences, can be heard, and I can only hope that it gives them comfort before they get back to the business of eternity.

As much as it can hurt for us, walking the familiar haunts of their lives feels like it should. Like water pushing a paddle wheel that powers a mill, it might just be that it juices things enough that they can at least hear the familiar hum of our voices, and the grief and love we still feel. That the memories we tend to come across in images or snippets, and they can see the careworn edges around them and know they're still taking space in our hearts.

For me, pouring it into the ocean feels closer and more immediate. Watching the waves hit the shore over and over again feels like as close as we'll ever get in this life to feeling the pulse of the world... it has been hammering away long before us, and will continue to do so long after everything in our bodies has been redistributed out into everything else. Maybe, with a little luck, some sort of celestial capillary action will draw those words along. Like a message in a bottle that somehow floats across to the other side of the Styx (if she allows it), it will hit the other side and someone will pass it to the right soul.

Maybe it's all of these, none of these, or some of these.

The places we miss someone, over and over again, are like the worn and smooth handrails along the stairs at a train station or popular amusement park. And it feels like maybe, just maybe, all that friction worn off will - with luck - let at least one or two of those heartfelt messages slide in the right direction.

runcible@runcible· May 8

It was, once again, a beautiful day to miss you 💔

runcible@runcible· May 4

510 friends! Do you know anyone who can transfer VHS tapes to a video file format? I have a tape of my Dad on a TV talk show I'd like to get converted - but since it's copyrighted material, services won't do it without written consent from the copyright holder.