Finnydotca
@finnydotca.bsky.social
Canadian. Former journalist, former writer and editor, former civil servant, former cat nurse.
There are people who have very little going for them except for two closely related things: a kind of amoral cunning, and a very strong sense of the main chance. She’s like a hyena sniffing a sick antelope a mile away.
November 16, 2025 at 5:55 PM
There are people who have very little going for them except for two closely related things: a kind of amoral cunning, and a very strong sense of the main chance. She’s like a hyena sniffing a sick antelope a mile away.
No, not at present, perhaps. But you know, if we could get an agreement to drown them all in a gigantic vat of pepper spray, I bet manufacturing that quantity wouldn’t really be all that difficult. Not for a really determined industrial effort.
November 16, 2025 at 1:19 AM
No, not at present, perhaps. But you know, if we could get an agreement to drown them all in a gigantic vat of pepper spray, I bet manufacturing that quantity wouldn’t really be all that difficult. Not for a really determined industrial effort.
Oh, I think they are quite real, but we don’t really have a language to describe them except in the usual rather algebraic language of theology. I know of several people who have had striking experiences of what seemed to be angelic encounters.
November 16, 2025 at 1:12 AM
Oh, I think they are quite real, but we don’t really have a language to describe them except in the usual rather algebraic language of theology. I know of several people who have had striking experiences of what seemed to be angelic encounters.
I would just like to point out, without actually asserting anything, you understand, that smelling like mustard gas (could it be sulphur?) and being shockingly, antichrist-level evil, are not, traditionally, considered incompatible with having abilities which may appear supernatural.
November 14, 2025 at 9:08 PM
I would just like to point out, without actually asserting anything, you understand, that smelling like mustard gas (could it be sulphur?) and being shockingly, antichrist-level evil, are not, traditionally, considered incompatible with having abilities which may appear supernatural.
That’s very good. That’s a very impressive young writer.
November 14, 2025 at 8:08 PM
That’s very good. That’s a very impressive young writer.
When I was a young man, it was considered highly shameful to be a narc, even among the young Tory types.
November 13, 2025 at 5:53 PM
When I was a young man, it was considered highly shameful to be a narc, even among the young Tory types.
There is a certain look to a fascist court.
November 13, 2025 at 2:23 AM
There is a certain look to a fascist court.
You know if, after all the dust settles, it turns out that Boebert and MTG are the heroes of the Republican Party redux, that will just be hilarious.
November 13, 2025 at 2:15 AM
You know if, after all the dust settles, it turns out that Boebert and MTG are the heroes of the Republican Party redux, that will just be hilarious.
Antichrist bad. Horseman of the Apocalypse bad.
November 13, 2025 at 1:53 AM
Antichrist bad. Horseman of the Apocalypse bad.
I’ve lost that game, in my youth.
November 13, 2025 at 12:11 AM
I’ve lost that game, in my youth.
It was amusing in the Craig movies: what if James Bond were a real person? I remember in Skyfall when he got the Aston-Martin from the warehouse it got a laugh in the theatre.
But yeah, time to leave that. Have a bit where Idris Elba meets M and and M is like, seriously, your name is James Bond?
But yeah, time to leave that. Have a bit where Idris Elba meets M and and M is like, seriously, your name is James Bond?
November 11, 2025 at 5:57 PM
It was amusing in the Craig movies: what if James Bond were a real person? I remember in Skyfall when he got the Aston-Martin from the warehouse it got a laugh in the theatre.
But yeah, time to leave that. Have a bit where Idris Elba meets M and and M is like, seriously, your name is James Bond?
But yeah, time to leave that. Have a bit where Idris Elba meets M and and M is like, seriously, your name is James Bond?
I know Americans are angry, and for good reason, but I feel a bit sorry for the sellouts. Like, the Nazis are streaming across your border in their panzers, and in front of them, your last critical line of defence. Eight hamsters in little helmets, toothpicks taped to their paws. OOOH, hamster down!
November 11, 2025 at 2:25 AM
I know Americans are angry, and for good reason, but I feel a bit sorry for the sellouts. Like, the Nazis are streaming across your border in their panzers, and in front of them, your last critical line of defence. Eight hamsters in little helmets, toothpicks taped to their paws. OOOH, hamster down!
I don’t know who that guy is, really, but I can never see him without thinking of the great Roland Young, Uncle Willie in The Philadelphia Story. It’s quite the throwback look.
November 10, 2025 at 8:42 PM
I don’t know who that guy is, really, but I can never see him without thinking of the great Roland Young, Uncle Willie in The Philadelphia Story. It’s quite the throwback look.
I haven’t seen that in a while. It may be one of the films that don’t show up on TCM in Canada because of rights issues. But IIRC, it was like the director told Cary Grant, just make it as broad as you can.
November 10, 2025 at 7:25 PM
I haven’t seen that in a while. It may be one of the films that don’t show up on TCM in Canada because of rights issues. But IIRC, it was like the director told Cary Grant, just make it as broad as you can.
The Man Who Came to Dinner is probably the best 1930s/40s Warner Bros. comedy. And it’s more or less a straight filming of the stage play.
November 10, 2025 at 7:17 PM
The Man Who Came to Dinner is probably the best 1930s/40s Warner Bros. comedy. And it’s more or less a straight filming of the stage play.
The job was fun, though. Except for the hours, which were rotating shifts. Nerve wracking sometimes, because it was government, and some nights the computer would say to you at 4 am, like, xxxx 1298, date revise job 2244 ##, y/n?
And one answer was right, and one could be very, very, very wrong.
And one answer was right, and one could be very, very, very wrong.
November 8, 2025 at 11:04 PM
The job was fun, though. Except for the hours, which were rotating shifts. Nerve wracking sometimes, because it was government, and some nights the computer would say to you at 4 am, like, xxxx 1298, date revise job 2244 ##, y/n?
And one answer was right, and one could be very, very, very wrong.
And one answer was right, and one could be very, very, very wrong.
Square tape cartridges, set out by the tape librarians, manually shoved into the tape drives. You had to figure out how to run your jobs with the available drives. I was the last person trained in the old way before the tape robot silo and automated scheduling.
November 8, 2025 at 10:06 PM
Square tape cartridges, set out by the tape librarians, manually shoved into the tape drives. You had to figure out how to run your jobs with the available drives. I was the last person trained in the old way before the tape robot silo and automated scheduling.
Never blasted a boombox, but I did own one.
I have an equivalent list of obsolete job skills I learned. Laying out a paper with hot wax and a roller, editing a radio piece on magnetic tape with a razor blade, developing your own photos for a story, running mainframe jobs with cartridge tapes, etc.
I have an equivalent list of obsolete job skills I learned. Laying out a paper with hot wax and a roller, editing a radio piece on magnetic tape with a razor blade, developing your own photos for a story, running mainframe jobs with cartridge tapes, etc.
November 8, 2025 at 9:26 PM
Never blasted a boombox, but I did own one.
I have an equivalent list of obsolete job skills I learned. Laying out a paper with hot wax and a roller, editing a radio piece on magnetic tape with a razor blade, developing your own photos for a story, running mainframe jobs with cartridge tapes, etc.
I have an equivalent list of obsolete job skills I learned. Laying out a paper with hot wax and a roller, editing a radio piece on magnetic tape with a razor blade, developing your own photos for a story, running mainframe jobs with cartridge tapes, etc.
One time, I don’t know exactly when, some Ivy League old money Manhattan guy in an old money Manhattan apartment said something really contemptuous to him.
Obama mocked him to his face at a dinner.
The NFL told him to piss off as far as being an owner.
Everything in his soul is revenge.
Obama mocked him to his face at a dinner.
The NFL told him to piss off as far as being an owner.
Everything in his soul is revenge.
November 8, 2025 at 4:44 PM
One time, I don’t know exactly when, some Ivy League old money Manhattan guy in an old money Manhattan apartment said something really contemptuous to him.
Obama mocked him to his face at a dinner.
The NFL told him to piss off as far as being an owner.
Everything in his soul is revenge.
Obama mocked him to his face at a dinner.
The NFL told him to piss off as far as being an owner.
Everything in his soul is revenge.
To be fair, if I were a resident at a golf cart seniors’ community, I’d be out pissed to the gills in a golf cart at least half the time.
November 8, 2025 at 3:47 PM
To be fair, if I were a resident at a golf cart seniors’ community, I’d be out pissed to the gills in a golf cart at least half the time.
How on earth did I not know about this book?
November 8, 2025 at 1:57 PM
How on earth did I not know about this book?
Wonderful comfort viewing movie, up there with Local Hero and Second Hand Lions.
November 6, 2025 at 2:02 AM
Wonderful comfort viewing movie, up there with Local Hero and Second Hand Lions.