Hark! A Vagrant: The Black Knight
Am I crazy to think that a Mallory Ortberg/Kate Beaton team-up would be the most incredible thing ever.
Hark, a Vagrant: Black Canary
Across the car, they witness a birth.
The End of Gamers
Here’s the frustration: if you’ve been on Twitter a while, it’s changed out from under you. Christopher Alexander made a great diagram, a spectrum of privacy: street to sidewalk to porch to living room to bedroom. I think for many of us Twitter started as the porch—our space, our friends, with the occassional neighborhood passer-by. As the service grew and we gained follwers, we slid across the spectrum of privacy into the street. Of course, the things you say on your porch are much different than what you’d say on the street. But if the porch turned into the street without you noticing, there’d be a few painful months before you realized you needed to change how you spoke. —
Frank Chimero – From the Porch to the Street
Don’t agree with all of this, but this is an interesting point I sympathise with.
Want a job in Antarctica? -
This is the place to look.
Once, a few years ago, a random person I followed on Tumblr - who had posted maybe 10 things in total back since when there were just a few thousand of us on this dumb place - posted a link to a page about volunteering in Iceland that I happened to see a week or so after being made redundant.
Not what I expected of Capaldi but I’m excited to see where he takes it. #drwho #thedoctor
Bread incident. Pedestrians re-routed, police called. Thank god no-one was hurt.
Joe Biden Fan Fiction by Laura Olin -
The day is long and the road is hard but Laura Olin has written some Joe Biden fan fiction to help us all through it.
It’s tough out there for herbivores.
GQ: The Strange Tale of the North Pond Hermit -
For nearly thirty years, a phantom haunted the woods of Central Maine. Unseen and unknown, he lived in secret, creeping into homes in the dead of night and surviving on what he could steal. To the spooked locals, he became a legend—or maybe a myth. They wondered how he could possibly be real. Until one day last year, the hermit came out of the forest