Messier Object 44
@messierobject44.bsky.social
The Beehive Cluster is painting for a living, datamining, biochar, building soil and neighborhoods remember it's a community not a club
One of the very few rules of gardening is that when we find a concrete slab we plant something over it with shallow roots and walk away.
You get skeletons, I alert the Hydro to a whole electric subsystem gone missing from maps in the eighties - by shutting down the power to my side of town.
You get skeletons, I alert the Hydro to a whole electric subsystem gone missing from maps in the eighties - by shutting down the power to my side of town.
November 29, 2025 at 10:09 PM
One of the very few rules of gardening is that when we find a concrete slab we plant something over it with shallow roots and walk away.
You get skeletons, I alert the Hydro to a whole electric subsystem gone missing from maps in the eighties - by shutting down the power to my side of town.
You get skeletons, I alert the Hydro to a whole electric subsystem gone missing from maps in the eighties - by shutting down the power to my side of town.
Pirate Jim Cramer commands ye!
November 28, 2025 at 9:40 PM
Pirate Jim Cramer commands ye!
We accept your offering of the packet of 20 John Player Special and hope that both the acrid whorls of smoke and the echo of ragged coughing speed you on your journey.
November 27, 2025 at 10:31 PM
We accept your offering of the packet of 20 John Player Special and hope that both the acrid whorls of smoke and the echo of ragged coughing speed you on your journey.
Cicero seems like he'd be pleased to be included in the festivities.
November 27, 2025 at 6:20 PM
Cicero seems like he'd be pleased to be included in the festivities.
Pulling out all the big words for the holiday, eh?
November 27, 2025 at 6:17 PM
Pulling out all the big words for the holiday, eh?
I've never said these words before in my life, but PLEASE let me design the logo.
November 26, 2025 at 1:56 PM
I've never said these words before in my life, but PLEASE let me design the logo.
We're all just a really catchy post away from becoming Ea-nāṣir.
November 26, 2025 at 1:47 PM
We're all just a really catchy post away from becoming Ea-nāṣir.
Yes, lovely, unless it's on accident.
That one time Aunt Letitia forgot what she was about and added kidneys to the caramel apple chiffon doesn't bear thinking of.
That one time Aunt Letitia forgot what she was about and added kidneys to the caramel apple chiffon doesn't bear thinking of.
November 26, 2025 at 3:05 AM
Yes, lovely, unless it's on accident.
That one time Aunt Letitia forgot what she was about and added kidneys to the caramel apple chiffon doesn't bear thinking of.
That one time Aunt Letitia forgot what she was about and added kidneys to the caramel apple chiffon doesn't bear thinking of.
I use the biscuit recipes on the King Arthur Flour site. There are quite a few - quick, leavened, sourdough, etc. and they're all good. Bonus is lots of information and tips and the comments are generally quite useful. The sourdough version is my favorite if you're into that.
November 24, 2025 at 7:07 PM
I use the biscuit recipes on the King Arthur Flour site. There are quite a few - quick, leavened, sourdough, etc. and they're all good. Bonus is lots of information and tips and the comments are generally quite useful. The sourdough version is my favorite if you're into that.
Yes, yes I do and if I were Putin I'd be backing away slowly while avoiding eye contact.
November 24, 2025 at 4:50 PM
Yes, yes I do and if I were Putin I'd be backing away slowly while avoiding eye contact.
My definition of "significant" is now in the 11,660,000 tons range.
November 24, 2025 at 1:46 PM
My definition of "significant" is now in the 11,660,000 tons range.
Good heavens, yes. "Whittled Down By Another War" by rageprufrock
"Porsche tastes like rum, he tastes like juniper berries, he tastes like clean skin and cigarettes; he tastes like the hot coal of hunger that's burned Kinn inside out."
We still kiss, yes we do.
"Porsche tastes like rum, he tastes like juniper berries, he tastes like clean skin and cigarettes; he tastes like the hot coal of hunger that's burned Kinn inside out."
We still kiss, yes we do.
November 24, 2025 at 3:06 AM
Good heavens, yes. "Whittled Down By Another War" by rageprufrock
"Porsche tastes like rum, he tastes like juniper berries, he tastes like clean skin and cigarettes; he tastes like the hot coal of hunger that's burned Kinn inside out."
We still kiss, yes we do.
"Porsche tastes like rum, he tastes like juniper berries, he tastes like clean skin and cigarettes; he tastes like the hot coal of hunger that's burned Kinn inside out."
We still kiss, yes we do.
Perfect solutions, evidently not sexy enough for the tech bros.
November 24, 2025 at 2:57 AM
Perfect solutions, evidently not sexy enough for the tech bros.
The logic is impeccable.
November 24, 2025 at 2:54 AM
The logic is impeccable.
Every once in a while GTA would put up an absolutely priceless piece of graffiti, in Yiddish. I was willing to trash a mission to slow down and decipher the writing on the wall.
November 22, 2025 at 11:54 PM
Every once in a while GTA would put up an absolutely priceless piece of graffiti, in Yiddish. I was willing to trash a mission to slow down and decipher the writing on the wall.
"Well, let's see. First the earth cooled. And then the dinosaurs came, but they got too big and fat, so they all died and they turned into oil. And then the Arabs came and they bought Mercedes Benzes. . . and then President Mamdani had his photo taken in front of the White House portrait of FDR.
November 22, 2025 at 2:36 AM
"Well, let's see. First the earth cooled. And then the dinosaurs came, but they got too big and fat, so they all died and they turned into oil. And then the Arabs came and they bought Mercedes Benzes. . . and then President Mamdani had his photo taken in front of the White House portrait of FDR.
Man, some things never change and I am here for that.
November 22, 2025 at 12:57 AM
Man, some things never change and I am here for that.
It's not often we get a color photo of the future, eh?
November 22, 2025 at 12:49 AM
It's not often we get a color photo of the future, eh?
It may be the Friday dinner red wine talking (dinner was red wine) but I think the only solution here is convergence. We send Olivia Nuzzi to Tehran accompanied by an extremely attractive translator 30 years her senior.
Presto, front page coverage. Sorry in advance, Tehran.
Presto, front page coverage. Sorry in advance, Tehran.
November 22, 2025 at 12:47 AM
It may be the Friday dinner red wine talking (dinner was red wine) but I think the only solution here is convergence. We send Olivia Nuzzi to Tehran accompanied by an extremely attractive translator 30 years her senior.
Presto, front page coverage. Sorry in advance, Tehran.
Presto, front page coverage. Sorry in advance, Tehran.
I suppose they'd rather believe that than her history of trafficking Romanian orphans?
November 20, 2025 at 10:24 PM
I suppose they'd rather believe that than her history of trafficking Romanian orphans?
I think they did this twice - because statistically there were more accidents than expected near the fairies that nobody believes in.
November 19, 2025 at 7:35 PM
I think they did this twice - because statistically there were more accidents than expected near the fairies that nobody believes in.
Bot Management Bug is my stripper name. Gotta roll with the times, you know?
November 19, 2025 at 6:26 PM
Bot Management Bug is my stripper name. Gotta roll with the times, you know?
I don't believe in ghosts but I don't say that where any of them could overhear because why ask for trouble?
Channeling my Yiddish speaking grandmother here, she's definitely haunting somebody.
Channeling my Yiddish speaking grandmother here, she's definitely haunting somebody.
November 19, 2025 at 6:22 PM
I don't believe in ghosts but I don't say that where any of them could overhear because why ask for trouble?
Channeling my Yiddish speaking grandmother here, she's definitely haunting somebody.
Channeling my Yiddish speaking grandmother here, she's definitely haunting somebody.