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For a wild, somewhat more recent version of this, in which the cannonball was full of sangfroid, see Jules Verne's "From the Earth to the Moon"- out soon in a new annotated edition from @mitpress.bsky.social, edited by @anaklimchy.bsky.social and with an essay and annotations from meeeeeee
November 13, 2025 at 10:55 AM
winternitelite.bsky.social
Oh hi

#arackniss #sangfroid
November 7, 2025 at 5:58 PM
alicepoonauthor.bsky.social
Just finished ep. 1 of #wuxia #cdrama #WhispersofFate. #LuoYunxi makes a stunning entrance with his natural sangfroid aura!

I was pleasantly surprised to see #FangYilun, my favorite dandy Yu Shisan in #AJourneytoLove, show up here in an effeminate masquerade at the end !!

youtu.be/LnsEt9Ml0bo?...
【水龙吟】第1集 | 罗云熙闯入超燃玄幻武侠世界 | Whispers of Fate EP1 | Starring: Luo Yunxi | ENG SUB
YouTube video by 华策影视官方频道 China Huace TV Official Channel
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October 29, 2025 at 12:50 AM
pkrt.bsky.social
Don't be an android
Be sangfroid
Stay arid
Change the strange!
Kurt Kerf2: What the... Are you high?
Punk Rock Kilgore Trout: Timey rhymey!
K2: That doesn't even rhyme! Or make sense!
PRKT: Timey. Rhymey.
K2: Ohh-kay...
#vss365 #scififri
October 19, 2025 at 12:19 AM
drpaddysmith.bsky.social
Have compared notes on this subject with other parents. I tried to do the mouse in The Gruffalo as a sort of David Niven. Given the lack of a strong trickster archetype in Britain, that at least - I felt - conveyed his sangfroid.
October 13, 2025 at 10:33 AM
spacemonkeygleek.bsky.social
Remember who Nutlick really and truly is … and that he was next door neighbors with Epstein and friends with Trump for decades as well …
maryellenmark.com Who is Howard Lutnick and what is his greater purpose? These questions are part of our public need, both empathetic and voyeuristic, to plumb the depths of his company's tragedy. For Lutnick embodies much about New Yorkers on September 11. He started that day a Wall Street buccaneer, a hugely successful, legendarily aggressive striver who was personally worth as much as a half-billion dollars. By the 13th, he'd become the accidental survivor who was crying on Connie Chung about how it felt to lose so many people and to run for his life. By the 15th, he was the Dickensian villain who'd cut off the widow's mite, the paychecks of the dead, to assure the bankers of his sangfroid. By October 10, he had announced a munificent and detailed financial plan for the families. By then, not many people knew what to believe about Howard Lutnick. The usually shrewd CEO seems unable to fathom the public-relations disaster of the discontinued paychecks. He still insists that he had no choice but to stanch a payroll of more than $500,000 a day, even if it was cruel to families still hoping beyond hope that their loved ones were alive. "I needed my bankers to know that I was in control," Lutnick says. "That I wasn't sentimental and that I was no less motivated or driven to make my business survive." He turns out to have been at least as generous as and sometimes more generous than the other hard-hit World Trade Center firms. But that September 15 misstep has cost him; it will always be part of his story.
October 2, 2025 at 7:48 AM
timprice.bsky.social
The first (and so far only) time I got stung by a bee was also the day my grandfather decided to introduce me to the concept of killer bees, and let's just say I hadn't yet developed the sort of sangfroid that guides me through my adult life
ceej.online ceej @ceej.online · Sep 18
my daughter got stung by a bee for the first time last night. got her a popsicle and calmed her down but she was still so sad. "I wasn't even bothering that little bee"
September 18, 2025 at 4:22 PM
brynleyheaven.bsky.social
New Labour partial to the salesperson calling, in those days it was Guided Bus and we live with consequences so I would not be sangfroid about another eruption dressed as tech
January 28, 2025 at 12:09 PM
sandymdonald.bsky.social
Some own sangfroid while colonials whine and plaint at the illogic of those leaders' attestations; their conflicting actions. "Leadership", in these colonies, is a key to the pantry; with the usual bakra's knowing that the steward will take a little something, something for their loyal service. 2/2
November 16, 2023 at 4:46 AM
scottmoore.bsky.social
Ooh, thanks for the new word!

"Despite my sudden burst of schadenfreude, I maintained my sangfroid."
Adams Family Lurch GIF
Alt: Lurch, butler to the Addams Family, half-smiling.
media.tenor.com
June 16, 2024 at 10:11 PM
slowseptember.bsky.social
T sitting on the couch blithely kicking me in the back. Me: “buddy, that hurts!”
T, sangfroid: “that’s because my toenails are sharp”
September 1, 2023 at 5:06 PM
miraphorism.bsky.social
lol idk, people with pets have a sangfroid about their belongings being destroyed by uncontrollable forces that I, having grown up with my belongings being destroyed as 'punishment,' simply cannot fathom
October 11, 2023 at 12:50 PM
midnightplat.bsky.social
This has to be a bit. He really wrote "most controversial and unknown" as if notoriety and obscurity can be assigned to the same person? Camus isn't quantum mechanics!

Somewhere a sangfroid editor is probably putting Denning's name under Barney's for an anthology tentatively titled "Shitheads."
December 20, 2024 at 1:28 AM
alertesinfos.fr
Découvrez le sang-froid remarquable du nouveau pape à travers les mots de Mgr Christophe Pierre. 😇🙏

#NouveauPape #EgliseCatholique #SangFroid
Mgr Christophe Pierre : «Ce nouveau pape a beaucoup de sang-froid»
May 15, 2025 at 4:55 PM
dlbowman76.com
Not quite right for the sentence. I'm trying to express absolute calm under pressure (which is certainly the modern usage of sangfroid.)
October 6, 2024 at 4:08 PM
timprice.bsky.social
I can ruminate endlessly on external crises, but when an immediate problem presents itself at the homestead I bring a certain sangfroid to the table that is often lacking
March 5, 2025 at 4:42 PM
trendstoday.bsky.social
New York Reiminished Tiki Bare

This article is part of the Globetrotter's FT Guide for New York Nightnore Friday evening in the eastern village of New York City. In the 1970s, the neighborhood was the epicenter of Punk. Now, however, it is known for its urban sophistication of Sangfroid and urban.…
New York Reiminished Tiki Bare
This article is part of the Globetrotter's FT Guide for New York Nightnore Friday evening in the eastern village of New York City. In the 1970s, the neighborhood was the epicenter of Punk. Now, however, it is known for its urban sophistication of Sangfroid and urban. They are all cute; Probably very delightful. But within the lost paradise, a waiter is illuminating a cocktail on fire for a caruver table that ogling.
trendstoday.net
January 28, 2025 at 10:22 AM
catlady63.bsky.social
The normally sangfroid Brits have been driven over the edge by the T-45 regime 🤦🏻‍♀️
March 7, 2025 at 9:42 PM
jtramsay.bsky.social
Someone years ago said they didn’t listen to NPR because there was too much sangfroid. Really captures the technocratic bent of the party.
March 19, 2025 at 11:31 AM
pcmoffatt.bsky.social
He did more than lust. Can you imagine the girl's dad finding him there with her and having the sangfroid to call the police rather than punching this creep's lights out?
March 13, 2024 at 3:00 PM
mortalityplays.itch.io
How about some PREVIEW PAGES?
Cover image shows two silhouetted figures kneeling in the background, ech wearing a red leash and collar. A plus-size woman's legs frame them in the foreground, culminating in sharp red heels. Title: Sangfroid Text: 18+, R/L Monroe [Sample page text begins here for screen readers. Text splits don't match the images exactly due to character limit] Sangfroid Written by R/L Monroe Cover by Taylor Titmouse The sun bled out along the horizon like a dying soldier, pooling scarlet light along its passage. Sky and earth were two vast frozen planes hung one above the other; an infinity shot of snowfall and snow yet to fall, whose only interruptions were black teeth of spruce and aspen biting at the clouds. The sunset licked their branches with borrowed fire, and for a few minutes transformed the shimmering snowfields into the surface of the Phlegethon. The sun limped on toward its final resting place, and eerie blue shadows circled like carrion eaters, waiting for it to succumb. At last it dipped, it wavered, and it let out its last glowing breath. The sun fell, and night fell upon it. From the upper reaches of a dark glass building – a strange black cube on the dusk-blue snow – the air crackled and warmed. Lightless windows shivered. Percussion gleamed in the air, metallic, celestial, and then five chords. A smooth, soulful rhythm, cool and coy as the settling evening. Birds scattered from the treeline. A woman’s voice rolled out, amplified across the valley: I can do what I want. I’m in complete control. That’s what I tell myself. * The car dropped Lloyd at the top of the road, where the only options left for a driver were to brave the snowy mountainside or hairpin right back the way they came. With his gym bag at his feet, Lloyd leaned back in to reassure the stranger at the wheel: “No, you're good. Seriously, it's right here. I'm about to call them, they're expecting me. Worst case, they come find me. Really. But I appreciate it, though.” He lunged in to clasp the guy’s hand, all smiles. “You too. Drive safe.” Only one little white lie: he wasn't about to call anybody. He stood back, smiled and waved to the retreating vehicle. The screen of his smartphone lit a halo around him as he watched the headlights turn into tail lights, and those red dots crawled back down the track and vanished among the trees. Then it was just him and the distant music on the wind. Lloyd slung his bag over his shoulder, swiped to the front camera, and hit record. “Walk with me while I try not to get murdered! Okay guys, I just got here and—” He swung the camera around in a panorama. Dark hills, crowding trees, a heavy sky rippled with ghostly blue light that bounced from the place the sun died. “—it is 4pm. This is what it looks like up here at 4pm.” The camera found Lloyd again, smooth, dark and handsome, taking in the land around him with an incredulous eye. “My ride is gone. Like gone gone. Driver did not want to come up any further, and I'm not gonna lie, it does look haunted as fuck out here.” He turned the camera up the hill. Not that it could make out shit except a streak of sky and six feet of frozen ground. “Hear that? I don't know if the phone picks it up, but in case it does, that is not music I added to this video. That is coming from the mountain. And I am about to walk towards it, so. I sure hope it's my host and not some horror movie shit. Alright, let's go.” He cut and saved the video. It wasn't worth trying to upload anything live while a single bar of connection winked in and out at the top of his screen. With his gym bag and his winter coat weighing heavy on every step, he turned and trudged up the long frozen trail. Lloyd didn't need a map, or even the echoing score from the distant house to guide him. He knew exactly where he was going; he could feel her presence like a single thread tugging at a gossamer collar. The cold hardly touched him beneath the tingle of anticipation on his skin. He pushed himself up the slope until his muscles burned and he tasted copper on his breath. His Mistress was waiting. He had the good fortune to be recording as he came up the final rise around a thicket of mountain hemlock. He wanted to catch the reveal of the house – that slick modern cube, all black glass and steel, resonating with the rock music that spilled down the valley. He’d spotted it from the car on the drive up, like a dead pixel in the last rays of the sun. It had sent a shiver through him, and he’d felt an unseen grasp close around his spine as if the building itself were looking back at him. He trained the camera on the edge of the treeline. Damn, damn your eyes. Hot guitar licks shook the branches of the evergreens and curled in the air around him. It was almost a physical wall of sound, trembling in his ears and under his feet. It reached its climax as he panned the shot across the unfolding clearing before him, and slowly began to fade out. Perfect. If he could time the reveal of the building for just when— A woman stood there, staring down his camera. Lloyd jumped and fumbled the phone. It went skittering into the dark, somewhere in the snow. She was right there on the other side, as if she had been waiting the whole time. His heart pounded and he dropped his bag to search the frozen undergrowth. “Jesus Christ, you scared me.” “We don’t use those words,” the woman said. She stood there watching him, indifferent. “Sorry, I was startled.” Lloyd found his phone and brushed off a few ice crystals. A tiny web of cracks radiated from a ding in the top of the screen, but at least the video had saved. “You must be Luna?” “Uh, yeah.” Lloyd quashed the instinct to correct her. He was Luna here. It was the name his Mistress had granted to him, and the one he’d have to get used to for the next day or two. A lot longer, if he was lucky. He offered his hand. “Sol,” said the woman. She took his hand and gave it a single squeeze, and he was taken aback to find her fingers warm. Not only because she was out in the snow in dagger-point heels, leggings and an exposed midriff. “Oh! You’re not a—” “I’m the other apprentice,” she said, with a twitch of a smile. “Still human, for now.” Those words sent a thrill through Lloyd. Her soft, living hand in his and the shared secret in her eyes felt incredibly intimate. Incredibly real. That was the thing about Mistress Eclipse; everything around her felt like the events of a dream. But Sol? She was real. Breath clouded in front of her lips when she opened her mouth. The cling of her leggings picked out gym muscles and a soft natural paunch, and her cropped t-shirt hung from a pair of melon-sized breasts. He could see that at least part of her felt the cold.
December 1, 2024 at 6:48 PM
apeshitjones.bsky.social
#sangfroid #insouciance #nilescrane #frasier #davidhydepierce #gta6 #gta #grandtheftauto #rockstargames
May 8, 2025 at 11:07 PM
jaketennisnut.bsky.social
I’m calling it ‘sangfroid’. 😂
August 31, 2025 at 1:38 PM
ericbecker350.bsky.social
Kulusevski's chipped goal against Everton was a great example of sangfroid. Just sayin'....
February 21, 2025 at 7:47 PM