Notices by wordsmith‽ ⁂ (wordsmith@writing.exchange)

@bolt451 courier fantasy and what they're delivering is door-to-door #poetry

@whitequark are dendrite.network defo phishing? whilst they seem entirely dark - except for some old hits on urlscan.io - I can't seem to find anything that concretely points the finger at them. It's not the first time I've come across a blackhole implementation that is entirely opaque.

The unceasing twilight of the northern latitude. Where is my darkness, that she may illuminate? Someone tell the Sun it must set. Everyone had their time in the sky.

Fit and the Conniptions stream about to start on #RadioFreeFedi - #songwriter #folk #blues #chaos - Solo Wayne birthday stream. Expect bass, mandolin, guitar, Fit and the Conniptions songs, other stuff, possible guests (not guaranteed), and general folk-blues-songwriter chaos.

https://party.radiofreefedi.net/

With every peek of the morning Sun
they begin with soft peeps
rising to an exchange in fever-pitch
their every morning a good morning.

Avian #poetry. Do the birds ever have a bad day?

If I was small and could fly and lived and slept close to my friends I think every day would be a good day for me. I would sing.

@checkervest We should all bandy together our microplastics and make you a crown as you're the Majesty of Masto Questions.

@checkervest thanks to the microplasticity of your brain!

Anyone who joined during one of the big exodi who found the help they received invaluable: now may be the time to pay it forward. The #introduction and #Fediverse tags are getting busy with folk finding their way here.

@purple
I miss the sound of daisywheel printers.

@BeAware I've found many more people to follow thanks to tags rather than boosts; the former are an underrated gem of the Fedi IMO.

@advicepig

@advicepig Hello Fedi stranger. I found your post because I follow the #fediverse tag, demonstrating that tags go far and wide.

I hope this toot finds you well.

@purple
Does the really big red button do anything?

Took the purple adoptee with me for #TowelDay. No disasters fell upon the live music in town but if they had, I would have been glad to have Not Panicked.

Boost the meek.

@checkervest ohh this hit a nerve! We used to have a postage stamp-sized garden that my parents had to put a pond in, for obvious reasons. The local cat grapevine works quickly and they held a near 24-hour vigil by the puddleside, hungry eyes on the languorous koi and their tasty ways, but only for about a decade.

@checkervest Clearly this feline attention was a problem for Dad, as one doesn't want one's fish to be fished. So began the Paws Race, it's like an arms race but with paws. To solve the problem of the neighbourhood cats who never once caught a single fish, Dad dutifuly erected a perimeter of vertical netting. They just reached over the netting because apparently, cats arms are twice as long as they actually are, when there are fish to be pawed at.

@checkervest ugh this box is so tiny I should write a blog post. Naturally the netting went higher so the cats simply stuck their, wait, cats don't have arms, excuse the previous toot. They stuck their legs through the netting and continued catching no fish while getting their paws wet. The fish were so worried they did not in any way react. Dad could not abide this escalation.

@checkervest New netting with smaller holes went in. Reaching over is now ruled out, as is poking cheeky feline limbs through. The crafty assailants then realised if they leant on the run across the long sides of the pond, the netting would give enough for them to lie on it and they could then maintain their piscinicidal misdemeanours.

Dad could not abide this, early in the morning with the dew still wet, in his dressing gown with cup of tea in hand, observing the battlefield.

@checkervest There was hammering in the loft workshop. There was cutting and testing and prototyping and a montage of piles of increasingly-workable netting mounts made from tent pegs, spare clamps and curtain rails. A plantation of tea was drunk and many a buttered crumpet to follow. The prototyping complete, finished products came off the assembly line. They clamped to the edge of the paving slabs lining the pond and held the netting high and taught. Surely no shenanigans could penetrate this.