Hallowe'en fun was had tonight. The trick or treaters nearly cleared us out.
Extra sweets to the two lasses wearing awesome, homemade, headless-ghost costumes! You won Hallowe'en.
Two pumpkin jack-o-lanterns. One is winking and grinning. The other has a look of existential dread that even Edvard Munch might say is a bit much.
Happy Hallowe'en!
I've been up early to get these bad lads ready to go for tonight.
Thank you.
I really like the way that Jupiter looks as big as the moon used to look on a 2003 phone camera photo.
I would love to, but the deities are having a break whilst I work on another project (which is about half way there).
That is stunning π.
Initially I misread that as, "It's what YOUR mum says," and thought it was some kind of ornithological dis π.
Ey up.
The full moon and an exceptionally bright Jupiter over the Welsh mountains. The moonlight is casting atmospheric colours through high clouds.
The full moon through clouds over the Welsh mountains. In the foreground, there is the glow of a campfire.
The Moon and Jupiter over Y Moelwynion, Eryri, Cymru.
It's taken with a camera phone, so it is a bit grainy.
A photograph of a perigee full moon and the planet Jupiter. They are surrounded by high cloud, which is illuminated by the moonlight. The photograph was taken from Llyn Gwynant in Wales.
I photographed it (badly and with a phone camera) from Wales. This was the clearest the sky got all night.
Like someone dropping an antique vase just after the auction.
I hope you feel better soon, Sir Marmalot. You handsome devil.
A screenshot from the BBC TV series Ghosts. It shows the body-part of the headless ghost Humphrey. It is wearing Elizabethan clothing in red, with a ruff around the severed neck.
Have you ever wondered about "headless" ghosts and how they manage to keep on trucking sans cerebellum?
I hypothesise that these spectral bodies are being controlled by their Paranormalsympathetic Nervous System (a.k.a The Vaghost Nerve).
Yr Wyddfa
From the EXTREME
Tourist CLOSE
Viewpoint UP!
Just got back from a fantastic, if moist, adventure in Wales with fabulous friends. Staying at the gorgeous and very friendly Llyn Gwynant Campsite.
Bloody stunning innit.
This has become a Nacho World Tour
youtu.be/fxkn7-lJvQE
Are you considering bat-tery or just a paddlin' ?
Weather map of Storm Agnes.
Getting a bit windy out innit.
All the hatches are battened. By which I mean I got @nomenloony.bsky.social to take the hanging basket down.
#StormAgnes
Possibly protecting the work from being harvested by something like ChatGPT and the problems that can arise from that, particularly in academia.
I met a new friend.
Please allow me to introduce you to the esteemed Sandy Heap.
They do general work on a construction site, filling in here and there.
I once went from Stirling to Sheffield on the Megabus.
By Newcastle Upon Tyne, I could no longer feel my legs.
By Thirsk the toilet was full and fragrant.
By Leeds the wailing started.
By Barnsley the other passengers seemed to be contemplating cannibalism.
But Istanbul should be fine.
Did you mean skies?
I would, but it's dark already.
Good luck, I always run whikst weaving erratically for this reason!
Missed you too, but that's because I need new glasses.
A small comfort for the first Monday lunchtime of autumn.
Never by that much though.
She's basically a sentient meatloaf.
"Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;"
I love that Shakespeare's third sonnet includes a line that essentially says, "You're hot, and so was yo Momma."
Here is my account verification for you.
I'm back, and I've missed you all. I was actually quite poorly for a few weeks. I am much better now. NΓΆmenlΕony has looked after me well.
Now, this kind of Cookie I will accept.
Sorry to hear that lil' Frog. I hope the tide turns for you very soon.
I have been a bit poorly, which is why I took an SM break, as well as being pretty furious about what happened to Twitter. I am definitely on the mend now though.
