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i hate when a book describes a pause as pregnant. get your dick out of the pause
terry pratchett is the only person who actually knew how to use a pregnant pause
Transphobia is being signed into law in the UK. Let's fight it together.
I am begging the UK trans community and its allies to attend the rescheduled Mass Lobby at Parliament, now on Wed Sept 9th, 1pm-5pm, organised by Trans Solidarity Alliance.
The law around trans equality is fundamentally broken. Government inaction is hanging trans people and organisations out to dry - with a con
The new EHRC Code of Practice pushes trans people out of toilets, hospital wards, and community spaces. It normalises gender policing based on appearance and stereotypes. It became statutory guidance in the UK on August 5th, 2026.
Trans people are now legally their assigned gender at birth and must join gendered spaces accordingly, but if they are perceived as their lived gender, they can also be ejected from those spaces. The guidance says: either break the law, or don’t pass too well.
A mass lobby is where you invite your MP to discuss your concerns with you in-person. Our demands have changed. Ask your MP to:
Write to Ministers and Prime Minister Andy Burnham to say they are profoundly concerned by the rolling back of trans rights, and that they believe that it is time for Parliament to legislate to protect equality for trans people.
Ask parliamentary questions focused on protecting trans people’s rights and defending trans people’s abilities to live safe and dignified lives.
Speak up both inside and outside Parliament in defence of trans people’s rights.
Meet regularly with trans constituents to understand their lived realities.
Your MP does not have to be an ally, they do not have to respond to your email for you to show up and greencard them (details below the cut.) What matters is that as many people as possible show up.
I cannot stress this enough: Showing up in person matters. It is much more effective than petitions, emails, and letters.
We have already had some wins because we took action. The 2026 EHRC guidance has already rolled back its most harmful elements because of mass campaigning by individuals like us, and groups like The Good Law Project. This summer, 166 MPs signed the Early Day Motion 240 to reject the EHRC Code of Practice, because of our campaigning. That is 1 in 4 MPs.
It is a horrible, stressful time, and I am so sorry if you're trans and live in the UK. But I was at last year's mass lobby and the line for greencarding alone stretched around the back gates. It was a record breaking mass lobby and made us impossible to ignore. Let's do even better this time. Details under the cut:
I know the elephants are janky as hell but in my defense the stamp is pretty small
Got to use "I like your shoelaces" this weekend.
I would say "in the real world" but it was at the Discworld convention, so...
Haha, you weren't even the only one! @pricklylittleloaf said it to me (and I was unfortunately too dumbstruck to give the proper answer out loud...)
A first for me! I was so excited to try it I probably mumbled it at speed, so probably not the easiest to understand :D
Executive Function
I wake already behind. Not late, not by the clock, but by the invisible schedule everyone else seems born knowing.
The dishes have become geography. Laundry forms mountain ranges. Unread messages bloom like mold in forgotten corners.
A simple task sits on the table for weeks, small as a spoon, heavy as a cathedral. There is a particular exhaustion that comes from translating yourself into a functioning person every morning.
Find keys. Answer email. Make food. Return call. Four pebbles in somebody else's hand. Four planets in mine.
My mind is crowded. Every emotion arrives with all its luggage. Grief drags old photographs. Fear brings spreadsheets. Shame shows up early and refuses to leave. Even joy enters carefully, looking around as though it accidentally knocked on the wrong door.
People ask, How are you? And I stand before the question like a traveler at customs, wondering how to declare the storm system, the static, the fog, the strange machinery that keeps jamming inside my chest.
Some days, existing feels less like living and more like balancing a stack of fragile plates while walking through a hurricane, while everyone else insists the weather is lovely.
I know the responsibilities. They sit beside my bed every night, patient and legitimate.
Bills. Deadlines. Promises. Appointments. They are not villains. But neither are they light. And I am tired of treating every collapse as a moral failure.
And there is the irritation. The endless, shameful irritation. Not cruelty. Not anger, exactly. Just nerves rubbed raw by existing too long without relief. I startle at everything. A notification. A question. The sound of someone calling my name from another room.
My body reacts before I do, like a dog whose ears never stop listening, whose muscles never quite unclench. Always scanning. Always waiting for a threat, a demand, an emergency, even when none arrives.
People see the bark. The sharp answer. The flinch. The impatience. They do not see the exhausting hours spent holding it back. The effort of sitting still while my mind tears around the room. The teeth marks left on every thought I don't allow myself to say.
I am so tired. It lives inside the wiring. Inside the bones. Inside the terrible distance between knowing what needs doing and being able to do it. Every responsibility becomes another object I have to carry while pretending my arms aren't shaking.
And all the while, there is weather inside me. Pressure systems. Thunderheads. Winds strong enough to uproot trees.
People speak of emotional regulation as if I am holding a glass of water. As if I merely need a steadier hand. But what I am trying to hold is a storm inside a plastic bag. The walls stretch. The seams scream. Every day feels like one more impossible attempt to keep lightning contained inside something never built for it.
I am tired of being praised for keeping it together. Together is a strange word for this arrangement. I carry fear. Responsibility. Grief. Noise. Exhaustion. All the unfinished things that follow me from room to room. I carry a nervous system that mistakes survival for living.
And when my voice sharpens, when tears arrive too quickly, when I disappear for a while, when another plate slips from my hands, people see the rupture. They do not see the hours spent holding back weather. They do not see how much effort it takes to appear ordinary.
How many alarms I silence inside myself before breakfast. How much of my life is spent bracing. For disappointment. For demands. For the next thing. I am not falling apart. That would imply there was ever a moment when all of me fit neatly together. No. This is simply the shape my life has taken. Carrying too much. Feeling too much. Waking each morning already exhausted by the fact of having to be awake.
And still, somehow, dragging myself forward. Not because I am brave. Not because I am hopeful. But because morning keeps arriving whether I am ready for it or not.
Me when my asshole itches and I’m on the moon
POSSESSION
1981, dir. Andrzej Żuławski
CATS... CATS ARE NICE
A Discworld painting for art class.
Industry says government’s failure to address cooling demands means AI growth plans are ‘fatally flawed’
“There appears to be an assumption that the country will always have enough water for its economic needs,” the briefing said. “Nothing could be further from the truth.” In May, a House of Lords report said England faced a 5bn litre a day shortfall for public water supplies by 2055. Water UK said datacentres were already being built in water-stressed areas, with more than three-quarters located in the south and east of England. Millions of people in these regions have been placed under a hosepipe ban by water companies after prolonged extreme heat and lack of rainfall.
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The government has designated datacentres as critical national infrastructure, on the basis that their loss or compromise could result in “major detrimental impact on the availability, integrity or delivery of essential services” and “significant impact on national security, national defence, or the functioning of the state”. Oliver Hayes, head of big tech and campaigns at the campaign group Global Action Plan, said it was not clear why datacentres had been given this status, but that water companies may be powerless to restrict their water use as a result. This could risk datacentres being prioritised over households at times of peak water demand. “I think it is highly likely that we’re going to end up seeing datacentres that are actually running chatbots, or enabling people to do benign and very wasteful, pointless things, protected and given favourable treatment when it comes to resources,” Hayes said.
21 July 2026
Using the butterflies in the wigs to keep track of point totals for the players was fucking INSPIRED
So Rikard & I came back yesterday from the International Discworld convention where we both had the most wonderful time... we met wonderful people, saw amazing cosplays, played games, attended fascinating talks.
As members of one of the "Schools of Art" competing over the four days of the Con, we were part of a team putting up an impromptu Commedia dell'arte performance involving a wizard, a lady of the night seamstress and a persistent thief. Rikard was the wizard, trying to summon a dragon by doing his best Swedish Chef mumbling. I was part of the wall behind him (holding a piece of wallpaper appropriately decorated by graffiti). Between that, some charades and the treasure hunt where we all tried to find various props from the Discworld books, our team - presenting, among other things, Cohen's loincloth, Foul Ole Ron's Smell (aka an expired duck egg) and the team members' actual teeth - our team actually won the prize!
Rikard and I also joined the Unseen University Challenge, a Discworld trivia contest; our team lost in the first round, but when the finals came, one of the teams (appropriately named We're All Individuals) found itself missing 3/4 of its members so I snuck back in and we won!
I had bought a little plushie dragon to complete my Sybil portrait, but it kept escaping my pocket to go on its own adventures. It was twice brought back to me by a little girl who had found it, so I let her keep it, which she was very happy about, warming my heart! And she later got it signed by several distinguished guests including Rhianna Pratchett herself.
And of course I spent a lot of time sketching people at queues and events, but this time I tried a new approach: I actually asked people and even offered free commissions! It went awesomely.
Best event ever; nowhere else is even close to similar. For the next one I'm contemplating the idea of submitting a panel of my own...
Was wonderful to meet you, and thankyou so much; these sketches are incredible!
Best place and people in the world, round or otherwise. - Lu-Tze 𓅰 𓅭
Really love how the person selling this is wearing black latex fetish gloves to protect the pristine condition of Inch the Worm... Beanie Bondage... BeanieSM...
Okay, so apparently other people associate black gloves with normal jobs and I accidentally hosted my own impromptu Pervert Reveal Party in front of god and everybody via Beanie Baby post. Awesome.
The equivalent of getting someone to draw a dog to see if they're a furry
Model collapse
If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2026/08/12/insurance-value-of-biodiversity/#model-collapse
One of my favorite rhetorical and analytical moves is joining things together (showing that two different, seemingly unrelated ideas are aspects of the same phenomenon) and taking them apart (resolving a paradox by demonstrating that what appears to be one, contradictory thing is actually two different things that have been lumped together).
"Taking things apart" is a very useful framework for understanding AI. How do we resolve the (seeming) paradox that some skilled workers report wonderful results from their work with AI, while others are full of dire warnings about the lurking defects in their AI-assisted outputs? Simple: the first group are "centaurs" (humans who are assisted by machines) and the second are "reverse centaurs" (humans who have been pressed into service as peripherals for machines):
https://pluralistic.net/2025/12/05/pop-that-bubble/#u-washington
What are we to make of the people who've been fired by bosses who replaced them with AI, in light of the fact that AI is demonstrably not able to do their (former) jobs? Again, it's simple if you separate out two distinct phenomena: "AI can do your job" is the first. The second is: "Your boss is a credulous dolt who is infinitely horny for replacing lippy workers with pliable machines, which made him an easy mark for an AI salesman who convinced him to fire you and replace you with an AI that can't do your job":
https://pluralistic.net/2025/03/18/asbestos-in-the-walls/#government-by-spicy-autocomplete
This is also a useful move for understanding the AI investment bubble. It's not just billionaires who don't think other people are as real as they are and consequently their jobs can be done by chatbots. It's also billionaires who believe that bosses can be sold AI and don't care if the AI is defective, because that's your boss's problem after he buys the AI and fires you. They don't have to believe in AI in order to think it's a good investment: like an investor betting that Joe Rogan can sell millions of dollars' worth of peptides to desperate young men, they are assessing the sales potential, not the merits of the thing for sale:
https://pluralistic.net/2026/08/03/andor/#either
As useful as "taking things apart" is, "putting things together" is also a very important technique for assessing, critiquing and improving AI. In a stellar essay entitled "Temperature Zero for Culture: Why Everything Is Starting to Look the Same" by the data scientist Lauren Leek, we get a top-notch example of "putting things together":
https://laurenleek.substack.com/p/temperature-zero-for-culture-why
Leek's essay is one of those fabulous, wide-ranging, cross-disciplinary pieces, touching on urban design, music trends, synthetic LLM crowds, Netflix recommendation algorithms, and several other subjects, all seeking to resolve a(nother) (seeming) paradox: how is it that we have so much potential variety, but everything is so manifestly the same?
The answer is complicated and nuanced, but Leek's foundational point is that in a data-driven society, "predictions" are self-fulfilling prophecies. As Leek puts it: "Once prediction shapes the choices in front of us, we lose the ability to tell the difference between what people wanted and what the system made easy to want."
This is a pervasive issue across many domains. Leek says that economists call it "performativity," while machine learning researchers call it "model collapse" and urbanists call it "placelessness."
"Performativity" describes how, once a market has been modeled by economists, that model becomes the foundation for economic policy, which pushes the market to conform to the model:
https://press.princeton.edu/books/paperback/9780691138497/do-economists-make-markets
"Model collapse" describes how machine learning models that are trained on their own predictions become incredibly bland, with all variety disappearing from the system's predictions:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/03/14/inhuman-centipede/#enshittibottification
This is hugely consequential: it's why bias proliferates through predictive policing algorithms: train a model with data from racist stop-and-frisks and it will predict that all the weapons and drugs in a city are to be found in Black and brown peoples' pockets. Turn those predictions into recommendations telling cops where to go look for weapons and drugs and they will double down on racist stops, producing even more biased training data, which turns into still more bias in the predictions:
https://hrdag.org/2016/10/10/predictive-policing-reinforces-police-bias/
"Placelessness" is the urbanist's name for "when everywhere optimises toward the same template." I think of it as Flinstones Syndrome, where the same background is looped behind Fred and Barney as they drive through Bedrock. In New York City, it's Citibank-bodega-Chipotle-Walgreens; in the Chicago suburbs, it's the strip malls with a Chili's, a gas station, and a big box store.
Just saw my doctor type "FUCKED FOR LIFE" on my chart then he turned the screen away and stopped making eye contact with me