The parking attendant paused by the double-length bay. Intended for mobile homes and cars with trailers, it was currently occupied by a sleeping dragon.
No parts of it extended beyond the lines, and the paper ticket was clearly displayed, impaled on a horn.
This was filmed at the Sheldrick Wildlife Trust, which rescues, rehabilitates, and releases orphaned elephants in Kenya (among other conservation efforts). Charity Navigator has given it a 4/4 star rating, and you can make donations here or “adopt” a baby elephant here.
i love my disabled friends dearly more than anything so i say this with love - meal planning for a group of ppl all with different dietary needs is like playing The Logical Journey of the Zoombinis
i understand why folks turn off reblogs on a post but part of me always feels so betrayed by unrebloggable posts on my dash. like oh okay shops closed? just when i get to the door
Has anyone on here posted about the 2026 Wāhine Toa Firefighter Calendar full of buff firefighter women where all profits from sales go towards Breast Cancer Cure yet because, like, look at it
Initial stock has sold out but they're doing preorders for a second run that goes until November 10th (2025):
https://www.breastcancercure.org.nz/calendar/wahine-toa-firefighter-calendar-2026
Send Diane Duane to the Reichenbach Falls to outline a cyber/steampunk Sherlock Holmes novel
...Well, they say you're supposed to declare the challenge in the topmost sentence. Will that do, you think?
So let me tell you what's going on, as sometimes when an idea sneaks up behind you and hits you over the head, you should, you know... just shove it out there and see what people make of it.
Background: Once upon a time, I wrote a short story for this Holmes & Watson anthology. Here's the first paragraph of the story.
It was early autumn of the year 1895 when Holmes and I, having been caught up in the events earlier that year that surrounded the return of the abominable giant “rats” of Sumatra III, were at last able to return from deep space to the familiar environs of Baker Street. After months of headlong flight among too many planets of five systems, being caught up in not merely one or two but three major on- and off-planet engagements, and pursuing (or being pursued by) malefactors and their minions through the unexplored catacombs of an anciently abandoned alien city, the prospect of resuming something like our normal routine came as a great relief.
...So who'd like to see the prequel novel?
But first (because I am a career-long outliner, as discussed at some length here) will, of necessity, come the outline. ...This is because I don't want to waste my readers' time, any more than I'm willing to waste my own. (Not least because as too-recent events have reminded me: Art's long, but life's too damn short.)
Adding a break here, because the logistics on this are a touch complex. WARNING: contains very time-sensitive changes to travel plans (six hours, and the clock is ticking!), multi-national rail journeys (on senior-citizen discounts), writing work done to good effect in foreign places... and the Falls.
...First: a shade of meta background here. For the past week and almost-a-half I've been away (again) from the rural cottage I long shared with @petermorwood, to see if I could start to break through the shock and grief into starting in on writing work again. It's been a tough quarter-year since suddenly losing him: and what's increasingly been feeling like "the Empty House" has not been—as you might imagine—a place terribly conducive to the imaginative life, when for nearly three decades there was always another mind, and voice, imagining things in there with me.
Getting away, though, seems to have helped. And without warning, this last week or so, the novel for which that paragraph up top served as an inadvertent precís has abruptly stood up and said, "Let's go!"
Problem is: right now I'm terrified that going straight back to the Empty House will strangle it in the cradle.
...Here, though, is a thought that came to me abruptly when I started work on the pizza in this post.
Why not extend your stay here for a week and see if you can nail the outline down in that time? The flight back to Ireland can still be changed, and at no additional cost... for (glancing at the clock) the next six hours.
And (glancing over the European horizon) Reichenbach is right there... just a few hours away on the train. What an energizing place to do such a work! (I've been there before—a story that will come out over the process to come—but not for nearly fifty years. Again: Art is long but life is so short...)
So who's in to help me make this happen?
Over the next six hours, I need to raise enough $ to put me up in the hotel in Reichenbach for a week. (Looks like about US $1000 at the current exchange rate.) This doesn't seem like appropriate territory for a GoFundMe. Never mind: I've got a Ko-Fi.
Want to send me to Rechenbach to get this job done?
Go over here and drop something into the pot. Tag your contribution as REICHENBACH so I know what it's for.
Please bear in mind that you need to do this within the next six hours of my uploading this post. Otherwise I can't reschedule my return travel without it costing me various arms and legs.
Who knows, maybe this will come to nothing. But without putting it out there for people to see, I'll never know.
What you get: Daily, probably multiply-daily, updates. Chunks of the outline as, day by day, it gets written. And the complete final outline, when it finishes up within a week of my getting back to Ireland. (Because a few days of polish probably won't kill it.) ...And probably some food posts, because (shrug) writers gotta eat, yeah?
And yeah, of course I'll go up to the Falls, and post video for those who've assisted in this endeavor. I've been before: I know the way. :)
...So there it is for you, folks. The ball's in your court(s) now.
Instead of trying to digitally reverse age actors for The Hunt for Gollum I think they should abandon the script entirely and just put Viggo Mortensen in costume and film him chasing Andy Serkis in a leotard across the scenic landscapes of Aotearoa. Give Andy Serkis a head start. Viggo will probably become Aragorn several hours into the chase. Locals can aid or hinder as they see fit.
The witch woke up to see a ghostly cat standing on her chest.
"All right," she muttered. "Take me there."
The ghost led her to the forest, where, under a shrub, she found the cat.
It was badly injured; eight ghosts of lost lives watched her heal it.
"Only one left, now."
"Mrew."
I've made a comic adaptation of this story, with permission! I'm going to be selling it at Malmö Seriefest this weekend, it's been so exciting getting it printed and seeing it in person and finally posting about it!
The comic itself is B6, printed in colour but only blue tones. It is only 12 pages as it's an adaptation of a micro story!
I'll likely make the comic available digitally after the weekend as well, when I'm not so busy preparing!
This will be my first market, so feeling pretty nervous about it, but also excited!
A 10-millionth visitor to the Rijksmuseum of Netherlands was allowed to spend the night at Rembrandt's painting "Night Watch" with a bottle of wine and dinner.