Dominicus
@themidwitcuckoo.bsky.social
I wanted to be an astronaut, then a writer, then a combination of Dorian Gray and Byron. So I've been a teacher for 20 years.
Interested in things that could not possibly make me, or anyone, money. In no order: quasars, mediaeval fabliaux, mycology...
Interested in things that could not possibly make me, or anyone, money. In no order: quasars, mediaeval fabliaux, mycology...
This is your entire history of thoughts on this platform, 'tony'. In one month.
I'd be more concerned about your own mental vacuum sucking you into the void than diving in to judge an idle thought by someone else.
I'd be more concerned about your own mental vacuum sucking you into the void than diving in to judge an idle thought by someone else.
March 2, 2025 at 12:05 PM
This is your entire history of thoughts on this platform, 'tony'. In one month.
I'd be more concerned about your own mental vacuum sucking you into the void than diving in to judge an idle thought by someone else.
I'd be more concerned about your own mental vacuum sucking you into the void than diving in to judge an idle thought by someone else.
Seeing this stupid take all over Bluesky yesterday and today.
No-one EXPECTS the Republicans to be anything other than cartoonishly evil. The Democrats trade on being seen as better than that.
In a duopoly, if THEY can't be decent, the politics well is poisoned for all.
No-one EXPECTS the Republicans to be anything other than cartoonishly evil. The Democrats trade on being seen as better than that.
In a duopoly, if THEY can't be decent, the politics well is poisoned for all.
February 5, 2025 at 7:31 PM
Seeing this stupid take all over Bluesky yesterday and today.
No-one EXPECTS the Republicans to be anything other than cartoonishly evil. The Democrats trade on being seen as better than that.
In a duopoly, if THEY can't be decent, the politics well is poisoned for all.
No-one EXPECTS the Republicans to be anything other than cartoonishly evil. The Democrats trade on being seen as better than that.
In a duopoly, if THEY can't be decent, the politics well is poisoned for all.
My son gave up trying to win the Indiana Jones game and is now just beating up every fascist he can find.
Honestly, what an absolute MOOD.
Honestly, what an absolute MOOD.
February 4, 2025 at 8:22 PM
My son gave up trying to win the Indiana Jones game and is now just beating up every fascist he can find.
Honestly, what an absolute MOOD.
Honestly, what an absolute MOOD.
Rare photograph of the incident.
For tiresome sceptics, check out the initial on the hat.
For tiresome sceptics, check out the initial on the hat.
January 29, 2025 at 8:17 AM
Rare photograph of the incident.
For tiresome sceptics, check out the initial on the hat.
For tiresome sceptics, check out the initial on the hat.
January 26, 2025 at 8:42 PM
Everyone who says handwriting is an outdated irrelevance hasn't had the sheer pleasure of holding this charming letter from Professor Tolkien to a friend of my grandmother's, explaining some printing issues which delayed the publication of the last volume of LOTR.
Look at those elegant dots!
Look at those elegant dots!
January 26, 2025 at 7:06 PM
Everyone who says handwriting is an outdated irrelevance hasn't had the sheer pleasure of holding this charming letter from Professor Tolkien to a friend of my grandmother's, explaining some printing issues which delayed the publication of the last volume of LOTR.
Look at those elegant dots!
Look at those elegant dots!
This reminds me of Oscar Wilde's tour of the American West, where bemused NY socialites, expecting to hear of him being beaten up by prostitutes and miners, read of how he got on famously with them all:
January 19, 2025 at 9:31 PM
This reminds me of Oscar Wilde's tour of the American West, where bemused NY socialites, expecting to hear of him being beaten up by prostitutes and miners, read of how he got on famously with them all:
Literally 5 minutes after this post.
Sigh.
Sigh.
January 15, 2025 at 8:20 AM
Literally 5 minutes after this post.
Sigh.
Sigh.
Tired, but shiny-eyed with enthusiasm about weird, interesting stuff (Late Natafian, the siege of Münster, the Victorian language of flowers, runic alphabets, and Enochian rituals, since you didn't ask).
I DO love my brain! It is such a lovely place in which to live.
I DO love my brain! It is such a lovely place in which to live.
January 14, 2025 at 10:15 PM
Tired, but shiny-eyed with enthusiasm about weird, interesting stuff (Late Natafian, the siege of Münster, the Victorian language of flowers, runic alphabets, and Enochian rituals, since you didn't ask).
I DO love my brain! It is such a lovely place in which to live.
I DO love my brain! It is such a lovely place in which to live.
Oh my. Can you fly in it?
I bought a pair of whole-calf handmade shoes just before Christmas for a sum of money I can't even admit to myself, IN THE WRONG SIZE.
Maybe my feet will shrink in the wash. Perhaps I should cut my toes off to fit, like the Ugly Sisters.
But they are gorgeous.
🥹
I bought a pair of whole-calf handmade shoes just before Christmas for a sum of money I can't even admit to myself, IN THE WRONG SIZE.
Maybe my feet will shrink in the wash. Perhaps I should cut my toes off to fit, like the Ugly Sisters.
But they are gorgeous.
🥹
January 14, 2025 at 7:18 PM
Oh my. Can you fly in it?
I bought a pair of whole-calf handmade shoes just before Christmas for a sum of money I can't even admit to myself, IN THE WRONG SIZE.
Maybe my feet will shrink in the wash. Perhaps I should cut my toes off to fit, like the Ugly Sisters.
But they are gorgeous.
🥹
I bought a pair of whole-calf handmade shoes just before Christmas for a sum of money I can't even admit to myself, IN THE WRONG SIZE.
Maybe my feet will shrink in the wash. Perhaps I should cut my toes off to fit, like the Ugly Sisters.
But they are gorgeous.
🥹
The Borrowers.
Incredibly small, disaster beckons if seen by humans, essentially parasitical.
Incredibly small, disaster beckons if seen by humans, essentially parasitical.
January 12, 2025 at 9:21 PM
The Borrowers.
Incredibly small, disaster beckons if seen by humans, essentially parasitical.
Incredibly small, disaster beckons if seen by humans, essentially parasitical.
I just tried one of those gender-swap apps, to see if I could be a trophy wife, inspired by your kind words.
Maybe a League 2 footballer's 2nd wife. Still think I'm prettier as a (sort of) man.
Maybe a League 2 footballer's 2nd wife. Still think I'm prettier as a (sort of) man.
January 12, 2025 at 4:55 PM
I just tried one of those gender-swap apps, to see if I could be a trophy wife, inspired by your kind words.
Maybe a League 2 footballer's 2nd wife. Still think I'm prettier as a (sort of) man.
Maybe a League 2 footballer's 2nd wife. Still think I'm prettier as a (sort of) man.
January 12, 2025 at 11:17 AM
Not a suggestion, but I've always loved Louise Brooks, and your profile picture already looks surprisingly like her.
Ludicrously cool, 100 years ago.
Ludicrously cool, 100 years ago.
January 8, 2025 at 10:31 PM
Not a suggestion, but I've always loved Louise Brooks, and your profile picture already looks surprisingly like her.
Ludicrously cool, 100 years ago.
Ludicrously cool, 100 years ago.
Dawn walk around the lake with Small, and this heron was so elegantly dressed in grey chiffon.
January 4, 2025 at 9:26 AM
Dawn walk around the lake with Small, and this heron was so elegantly dressed in grey chiffon.
It is so rare to see a star's full, shining beauty. Almost always, they are obscured by clouds, dimmed to oblivion by lesser lights; sometimes, our eyes are too frail to see them.
But not one of those can fade the starlight itself. It will shine, brilliant and true, until we are ready to see it.
But not one of those can fade the starlight itself. It will shine, brilliant and true, until we are ready to see it.
January 4, 2025 at 12:56 AM
It is so rare to see a star's full, shining beauty. Almost always, they are obscured by clouds, dimmed to oblivion by lesser lights; sometimes, our eyes are too frail to see them.
But not one of those can fade the starlight itself. It will shine, brilliant and true, until we are ready to see it.
But not one of those can fade the starlight itself. It will shine, brilliant and true, until we are ready to see it.
There are so many beautiful photographs illuminating the wonders of the universe here on Bluesky.
So have a wobbly, badly-framed, thoroughly amateurish one instead. Just like me, it's quite pretty if you look at it from a distance and squint.
So have a wobbly, badly-framed, thoroughly amateurish one instead. Just like me, it's quite pretty if you look at it from a distance and squint.
January 3, 2025 at 8:15 PM
There are so many beautiful photographs illuminating the wonders of the universe here on Bluesky.
So have a wobbly, badly-framed, thoroughly amateurish one instead. Just like me, it's quite pretty if you look at it from a distance and squint.
So have a wobbly, badly-framed, thoroughly amateurish one instead. Just like me, it's quite pretty if you look at it from a distance and squint.
Heathcliff, but imagine him less of a farmer and more an amateur mediaevalist.
December 29, 2024 at 4:37 PM
Heathcliff, but imagine him less of a farmer and more an amateur mediaevalist.
Definitely House of Leaves for me. I've bought it roughly every two years since it was published at the turn of the millennium, and still only have one copy. Absolutely life-changing.
December 29, 2024 at 12:36 PM
Definitely House of Leaves for me. I've bought it roughly every two years since it was published at the turn of the millennium, and still only have one copy. Absolutely life-changing.
Having just finished Q, by 'Luther Blisset' - amazingly vivid tour d'horizon of religious wars post-Luther - I'm about to start this, on your recommendation.
December 28, 2024 at 7:01 PM
Having just finished Q, by 'Luther Blisset' - amazingly vivid tour d'horizon of religious wars post-Luther - I'm about to start this, on your recommendation.
And just beyond, an island of trees rose through the mist like Avalon.
December 27, 2024 at 3:59 PM
And just beyond, an island of trees rose through the mist like Avalon.