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GeekPrime
@geekprime.bsky.social
Cosy little chaos gremlin wandering the cosmic library. Books, sci-fi oddities, dry humour and queer delight. Older than the internet, still collecting stories. 🏳️‍🌈
Why did I hear the Doctor Who theme music playing through this?
December 15, 2025 at 9:25 PM
I went down the same rabbit hole. Lots of novel vs. novella talk, and somehow ended up knowing more about my navel than what actually counts as what. At this point, if I read it, I’m counting it.
December 12, 2025 at 12:07 AM
Liam narrating an RFK Jr. puff piece was not on my bingo card. With his career and UNICEF role… to choose this?

It’s less “I will find you, and I will kill you” and more “I needed a cheque and didn’t read the brief.”

Wild to watch people with so much manage to trip over the lowest bar imaginable.
December 12, 2025 at 12:04 AM
The only canon that matters is which Imperial bureaucrat funded the documentary crew. Everything else is propaganda with better lighting.
December 11, 2025 at 4:55 AM
I’m trying to get into writing myself, and that part terrifies me too. The sheer stack of edits waiting at the end. But getting the words out feels like the only way the story even exists in the first place.
December 9, 2025 at 9:10 PM
I get that feeling at times as well, although mine tends to cover the last five decades rather than three days.

Fried rice is still a solid way to process the chaos.
December 9, 2025 at 9:05 PM
It’s been a rough stretch globally and personally for a lot of us. I’m really glad you’ve got a circle that helps you stay steady. Having support like that matters.
December 9, 2025 at 9:01 PM
Totally feel that. Letting go of ratings can be freeing. I’ve gone the opposite way this year. Rediscovering reading has me tracking things again, aiming loosely for 20 books next year. Whatever keeps the joy alive.
December 9, 2025 at 7:27 PM
I’d have gone full fan-swoon too. Ripley strolling into the galaxy far, far away feels like the sci-fi multiverse finally syncing up its best timelines.
December 9, 2025 at 7:18 PM
I haven’t dipped into Neocities yet, but I did have a Geocities page back in the day. The glitter GIFs, the cursed backgrounds, the whole beautiful mess. If Neocities is carrying that torch and keeping the weird web alive, I’ll happily wander over.
December 9, 2025 at 10:41 AM
When cruelty becomes a loyalty test, it doesn’t just hurt the targets, it corrodes everyone practising it. Treating empathy as weakness might win short-term applause, but it leaves people spiritually bankrupt in the long run.
December 8, 2025 at 8:40 PM
I really do. I was there for the dial-up chaos, BBS, IRC, Mosaic with image place holders, and the baked-on weirdness of the wild frontier. So whenever someone talks about keeping the internet human, it hits home.
December 8, 2025 at 7:26 PM
As an RN in clinical trials, I see every day how much real science and medicine change lives. Stories like yours are exactly why people dedicate their careers to this work. Fantastic news about your remission. The result of you, your support network, doctors, research, and effective treatments.
December 8, 2025 at 7:14 PM
The moon landing proved we could reach beyond our own gravity. It’s sad how quickly that turned into people doubting we ever tried.
December 8, 2025 at 7:08 PM
As someone who’s literally (way) older than the internet, I miss the days when it felt scrappy and strange. But the small, weird corners we carve out now still feel like home. Keeping it human and a bit odd is the only way this place stays alive.
December 8, 2025 at 7:03 PM
Having recently let myself walk away from a couple of books that didn't click, this has been a quiet revelation. No guilt, no homework energy, just making room for stories that actually land.
December 8, 2025 at 9:35 AM
The coolness only works when the world feels used and a little uncanny. Lucas understood that strange things in the background make the universe feel alive, not polished.
December 8, 2025 at 9:30 AM
DS9 was the first Trek that wasn’t afraid to sit with the messiness of power. You can jump in cold and still feel the weight of what it’s saying.
December 8, 2025 at 12:31 AM
Peak adrenaline surge is the split second before a sneeze decides your fate.
December 8, 2025 at 12:28 AM
Exactly. Give him a role that barely exists on paper and he’ll still find the emotional hinge in it. That’s real craft, not noise.
December 7, 2025 at 7:31 PM