Hi! I am trying to listen to your podfics but Google Drive keeps asking me to sign in… and I’d prefer not to (separation from work/school). Any chance you could update them to be public, like the complete work version of “your albatross: carry it with no regrets” is? I didn’t have to sign in for that one.
Thanks!
Ugh, stupid Google. The problem is that i moved the fics because of storage and that broke all the links, and i have never yet had the brain cells to fix them. Here are the folder links, which ought to get you access to the files:
Fanart? Fan-tableaux? The door to my lab cosplaying as the door to a
Preservation Alliance auditorium?
POV: You are a Preservation Alliance resident coming to the quarterly planetary town hall after Dr. Mensah’s return to ask your
elected officials about some normal infrastructural issue or something
and you see this.
(Comments added by Murderbot, Ratthi, Pin-Lee, and Gurathin, respectively.)
Guess who’s back? 👀 Everyone’s favorite lethal SecUnit is returning in the next installment in Martha Wells’ bestselling and award-winning #MurderbotDiaries series!
We’re thrilled to share the cover of Martha Wells’ #PlatformDecay, exclusively revealed by @usatoday!
Coming May 5, 2026!
Cover art by Jaime Jones, Cover design by Christine Foltzer
I think it’s time to exchange “you can only grow when you’re uncomfortable” with “you can’t grow without sometimes being uncomfortable, but you can’t thrive without also experiencing safety and comfort.” Getting better isn’t supposed to be a process of constant suffering. We shouldn’t aim for a state of constant discomfort in the name of growing as a person, and if you’re deeply uncomfortable all the time then something is probably really wrong
[id: black and white illustration of Murderbot sleeping in a round porthole through which stars can be seen. Around the window is inscribed “Pansystem University of Mihira and New Tideland - Deep-Space Research Transport”, but “deep-space” has been crossed out and “asshole” written next to it.]/end id.
I’ve just finished the first Murderbot book and it’s very funny coming from Star Trek to this. In Star Trek you have androids and such actively campaigning for themselves to be considered full people with rights that deserve the same considerations as anyone else. Meanwhile in Murderbot all the humans are telling this guy that it’s a person with rights and it’s their friend and they like it and its response is basically
I didn’t know fondue was a thing outside USA—stupid but i thought it was like, fake cheese that we would melt to dip tiny weenies in. Looked it up and found out it’s Swiss—so probably more people than I realized enjoy it! I would love to try a fondue of local cheese, but that’s not easy to come by where i live. Enjoy yours!
I’m sorry but I am so morally disoriented by the concept of ‘fake cheese’ that I have trouble focusing on any other aspect of your message. What is fake cheese?? You say that like it’s a perfectly understandable and emotionally neutral combination of words. I feel like I’ve just been handed a koan.
Then you add the phrase “tiny weenies" like it’s the logical next step rather than a new psychological event. From my (very French) perspective the sentence “fake cheese to dip tiny weenies in” sounds like such a unique cultural artefact in itself, like a linguistic diorama to be displayed in a vitrine. This is not meant as a negative judgment of you or your country! just my earnest ethnographic confusion as I try to grapple with the concept of “tiny weenies” from a place of “fake cheese” trauma…
I had no idea fondue was seen this way in the US—I thought we (as a species) had a collective working definition of it, a sort of global consensus like the commutative property of addition, so the idea that in some corners of the world “fondue” means “fake cheese to dip tiny weenies in” has made me remember that you can just flay language off reality like skin. There’s also a non-zero chance for this phrase to have activated a sleeper agent in Lausanne and authorised targeted elimination under the Académie Française’s emergency powers.
The concept of fondue now feels violently theoretical but I wish you many delicious ones in the future though :) You have politely disintegrated a couple of foundational concepts I’d never realised I relied on, which is always enriching. I won’t recover, but thank you for sending this!
I’m paying to force seven thousand strangers to see a photo of my late husband having fun with his dog. Tumblr Blaze is totally worth it. XD
Thank-you to all of my new Internet stranger friends for being so gracious about having my post shoved onto your dashboards. I loved reading all of your kind tags and comments! Both Martin and Bosco have been gone for several years now but for 24 hours, they felt very present in my life. I greatly appreciate this gift. ❤️
Reblog to have your dashboard be visited by the spirit of joy that death can end but not erase.
Thank you to everyone who commented in their tags or messaged me. Indeed, today is “Martin and Bosco Day”. I originally whimsically blazed this photo on 13 July 2022. I never expected Martin and Bosco to travel so far and make so many new friends. The experience has been such a gift for me.
To defeat algorithmic censorship, we must do something I call “reverse euphemism”. Instead of coming up with “clean” versions of taboo terms, we need to use the taboo terms to refer to mundane things, thus forcing the censors to allow them.
We already started doing it with “rawdogging”. We should keep going.
Trying to get a toddler to do anything of importance
53.
An overheard conversation
Penny: what is that?
Husband : that? It’s a ceiling fan.
Penny: Ceiling Fan. can I touch it?
Husband: …. I mean yeah sure why not
I turn around to see my husband holding Penny Circle of Life style as she closely inspects the ceiling fan in our bedroom.
54.
A continuation of the previous interaction
Me: you know you’re allowed to say no to her.
Husband : why though? It seemed like a reasonable request! Shes never been up there!
55.
A transcription of a voice note
“Im fighting for my life in this grocery store. Also, I let her pick out dessert. She picked out these little lemon tea cakes. I got a back up dessert because while I want to respect her decision I don’t trust it’s the right one.”
56. He doesn’t care for Ms. Lilly
57.
(For reference I have changed the lyrics to a popular lullaby to sing “and mommy will catch you, cradle and all” because I like this better then the alternative)
Husband (whispering aggressively) : that is NOT the words! WOKE AGENDA!
58.
(My child is scream singing twinkle twinkle in her bed at 9 PM)
Husband (crawling into our bed): SHE SAID TWINKLE TWINKLE BITCH!
59.
“I’ve lost autonomy in my life. All I’m told all day is where to sit and what voice to do and how to play.”
(toddler screeching SIT IN DIS CHAYAH DADA in the distance really made this one)
60.
“You’ve never said the word doughnuts to me in your whole life and this morning? You’ve said it Seventeen times”
(proceeds to put her in the car to go get her a doughnut)
61.
62.
I actually laughed so hard I started sobbing and scared my family at this one
63.
Bust seriously who the hell is fringle?
64.
65.
“The problem isn’t that we don’t want her to have sugar, that’s not why we said no to the lollipop. The problem is if our daughter bites into a lollipop and it doesn’t break her brain doesn’t tell her to stop biting, her brain says BITE HARDER BITE UNTIL YOU WIN and we can’t have that”
66.
“Hey baby do you want to come to the table? No? Okay do you want to stay at the tower? Oh no okay, so you want a secret third thing? Yeah I thought so”
67. Her grandparents may have gone a little buck wild with the presents this year
68. For context my child has been scream singing Jingle Bells [pronounced Jibby Belk] for about an hour
69.
It do be like that a lot
70. (It’s been a while)
Penny Rose: PENNY HAS A LITTLE MUSTACHE! A LITTLE TINY MUSTACHE
Husband: Hey! honey it’s gotta be all or nothing on the mustache right now, MORE THEN EVER okay? Penny has a BIG FULL mustache.
71. (Penny is mad and doing this weird break dancing thing she does when she’s in a rage)
Husband: (whispering aggressively) : it’s so hard to be mad at her because what the fuck is she even doing!?
72. (Less my husband said and more something they did)
For context we were grocery shopping and I mistakenly said “oh don’t pout!” And they both activated like MK Ultra sleeper agents and yelled
“IM THE POUT POUT FISH WITH THE POUT POUT FACE AND I SPREAD THE DREARY WEARIES ALL OVER THE BLACE BLUB BLUB BLUB”
In perfect unison at me and it was hilarious and jarring
