#goldilocks — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #goldilocks, aggregated by home.social.
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Not exactly #Goldilocks - and this April Fool (he committed the #crime on 2026-04-01) soon got caught by Smokey Bear 😁
(this is why its not a good idea to overdo #drugs / #alcohol - it can lead to sketchy behaviour like this) #burglary #Nottingham
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India`s `Goldilocks` 2026 forecast: Expecting strong double-digit equity growth, stable currency, and easing global risks. Discover key sectors and Nifty targets. Click for details! https://english.mathrubhumi.com/news/money/why-2026-could-be-a-blockbuster-year-for-indian-stock-investors-tkh5dyri?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=mastodon #Goldilocks #Equity #Risks #Nifty #IndianMarkets
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This One is Just Right
-> #Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt #TimeTravelAuthors 25. Midnight?Above me towered the bronze statue of Peter the Great, snow clinging to his horse’s back. In the background, the voices of a choir rose, drowning out the sound of machine gunfire.
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was time for a change
I killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vainThe cacophony was so loud that I almost missed the voice saying, “Папа, папа.” If it hadn’t been for the tone, I would’ve missed it. Claire was calling me.
I tried to turn toward her but realized that I couldn’t move. It was like sleep paralysis, where everything was frozen except my eyes. When I squinted to the side, I looked out over a sparkling white field, like a #park or city plaza. It was a flat expanse cut in half by a glass plane that curved overhead. Through it towered the distorted shape of a can of red bean soup. Beyond that, I could see the inside of the cabin facing the bedroom. Floating above it all was Claire’s distorted, terrified face.
Somewhere, a clock tolled the hour. Claire turned and walked toward the bedroom. The choir fell #silent, and the gunfire faded and vanished. Each booming chime broke the silence, stirring the snow. Large flakes drifted down, dislodged from the statue above.
In the bedroom, three shadows danced in the air like smoke from a plague pyre.
“This noose is too big.”
“No!” I silently screamed, struggling to move.
“This noose is too sloppy.”
Peter the Great grinned down at me, his once solemn face now leering. It was a twisted smile that all but laughed.
The clock struck midnight.
“But this noose is just right.”
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🐢 Rue: the #programming #language that's neither here nor there, but promises the moon with #less #complexity than Rust and more ambition than Go! 🚀 It's like the "Goldilocks" of #coding, except you're still waiting for the porridge to finish cooking since it's a "work in progress." 🙄
https://rue-lang.dev/ #Rue #Goldilocks #Tech #News #HackerNews #ngated -
@tg9541 I call it a #Goldilocks #cycling day. Very wet in the UK today but we are promised one tomorrow!
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: And This One is Too Cold
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/14 #TimeTravelAuthors 12/13 #WordWeavers 12/14: injuries“We need to get out of here!” I yelled as soon as I had recovered from seeing my wife burned at the stake.
“We can’t leave her,” Claire sobbed. But I knew my duty and what Rebecca would have wanted. That was to get our daughter to safety. I could return here with a priest or a medium or someone else—anyone—to see if we could recall Rebecca.
I grabbed Claire and dragged her to the door. She kicked and screamed. Her nails tore at my hands, but I held on. Finally, she broke free when I tried to open the cabin door.
For a second, I was paralyzed, torn between opening the door and catching her again. Then, there was a #popping noise, and I felt a sharp pain run down my back. Only after I’d hit the floor did I realize what had happened. I had thrown out my back while trying to do both.
It was an old injury, but when it went out, I couldn’t move for weeks.
Paralyzed, I watched Claire run to the bedroom, screaming her mother’s name. “Rebecca! Mommy!
Then silence fell.
“Claire, honey. Help me.” I called. “We need to get out of here so we can bring someone back to rescue Mom.” I wasn’t #optimistic, though. Laying her soul to rest was probably the best we could do.
I waited, #hoping I’d convinced Claire.
“Okay,” she replied, coming out of the bedroom. Sparkling white gems dangled from the torn fabric of her white dress. The words “Anastasia screamed in vain” came to me from somewhere.
I shivered when she spoke again, in a #faraway, forlorn voice: “They came for them. Мама, папа.”
Slowly, her eyes focused.
“I’ll help you, папа,” she continued, her voice still dreamy.
She re-entered the bedroom, where I could see her next to a chest of drawers. When she pulled out the first drawer, she dumped it out. Clothes, a length of rope, and other odds clattered to the floor.
“This one is too messy,” she chanted. I heard the next drawer and chant, “And this one is too empty.”
Finally, she opened the bottom drawer and took something out.
“And this one is so cute. The Santa looks just like you, папа.”
She held a snow globe depicting Santa in a town square. In the background, a palace stood amid snowdrifts. When she shook it, snow flew—dazzling, blinding, a sheet that obscured the room.
She repeated, “Just like you.”
The snow brushed my face. In the background, I heard a horse scream and a gunshot.
3/4
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: And This One is Too Cold
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/14 #TimeTravelAuthors 12/13 #WordWeavers 12/14: injuries“We need to get out of here!” I yelled as soon as I had recovered from seeing my wife burned at the stake.
“We can’t leave her,” Claire sobbed. But I knew my duty and what Rebecca would have wanted. That was to get our daughter to safety. I could return here with a priest or a medium or someone else—anyone—to see if we could recall Rebecca.
I grabbed Claire and dragged her to the door. She kicked and screamed. Her nails tore at my hands, but I held on. Finally, she broke free when I tried to open the cabin door.
For a second, I was paralyzed, torn between opening the door and catching her again. Then, there was a #popping noise, and I felt a sharp pain run down my back. Only after I’d hit the floor did I realize what had happened. I had thrown out my back while trying to do both.
It was an old injury, but when it went out, I couldn’t move for weeks.
Paralyzed, I watched Claire run to the bedroom, screaming her mother’s name. “Rebecca! Mommy!
Then silence fell.
“Claire, honey. Help me.” I called. “We need to get out of here so we can bring someone back to rescue Mom.” I wasn’t #optimistic, though. Laying her soul to rest was probably the best we could do.
I waited, #hoping I’d convinced Claire.
“Okay,” she replied, coming out of the bedroom. Sparkling white gems dangled from the torn fabric of her white dress. The words “Anastasia screamed in vain” came to me from somewhere.
I shivered when she spoke again, in a #faraway, forlorn voice: “They came for them. Мама, папа.”
Slowly, her eyes focused.
“I’ll help you, папа,” she continued, her voice still dreamy.
She re-entered the bedroom, where I could see her next to a chest of drawers. When she pulled out the first drawer, she dumped it out. Clothes, a length of rope, and other odds clattered to the floor.
“This one is too messy,” she chanted. I heard the next drawer and chant, “And this one is too empty.”
Finally, she opened the bottom drawer and took something out.
“And this one is so cute. The Santa looks just like you, папа.”
She held a snow globe depicting Santa in a town square. In the background, a palace stood amid snowdrifts. When she shook it, snow flew—dazzling, blinding, a sheet that obscured the room.
She repeated, “Just like you.”
The snow brushed my face. In the background, I heard a horse scream and a gunshot.
3/4
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: And This One is Too Cold
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/14 #TimeTravelAuthors 12/13 #WordWeavers 12/14: injuries“We need to get out of here!” I yelled as soon as I had recovered from seeing my wife burned at the stake.
“We can’t leave her,” Claire sobbed. But I knew my duty and what Rebecca would have wanted. That was to get our daughter to safety. I could return here with a priest or a medium or someone else—anyone—to see if we could recall Rebecca.
I grabbed Claire and dragged her to the door. She kicked and screamed. Her nails tore at my hands, but I held on. Finally, she broke free when I tried to open the cabin door.
For a second, I was paralyzed, torn between opening the door and catching her again. Then, there was a #popping noise, and I felt a sharp pain run down my back. Only after I’d hit the floor did I realize what had happened. I had thrown out my back while trying to do both.
It was an old injury, but when it went out, I couldn’t move for weeks.
Paralyzed, I watched Claire run to the bedroom, screaming her mother’s name. “Rebecca! Mommy!
Then silence fell.
“Claire, honey. Help me.” I called. “We need to get out of here so we can bring someone back to rescue Mom.” I wasn’t #optimistic, though. Laying her soul to rest was probably the best we could do.
I waited, #hoping I’d convinced Claire.
“Okay,” she replied, coming out of the bedroom. Sparkling white gems dangled from the torn fabric of her white dress. The words “Anastasia screamed in vain” came to me from somewhere.
I shivered when she spoke again, in a #faraway, forlorn voice: “They came for them. Мама, папа.”
Slowly, her eyes focused.
“I’ll help you, папа,” she continued, her voice still dreamy.
She re-entered the bedroom, where I could see her next to a chest of drawers. When she pulled out the first drawer, she dumped it out. Clothes, a length of rope, and other odds clattered to the floor.
“This one is too messy,” she chanted. I heard the next drawer and chant, “And this one is too empty.”
Finally, she opened the bottom drawer and took something out.
“And this one is so cute. The Santa looks just like you, папа.”
She held a snow globe depicting Santa in a town square. In the background, a palace stood amid snowdrifts. When she shook it, snow flew—dazzling, blinding, a sheet that obscured the room.
She repeated, “Just like you.”
The snow brushed my face. In the background, I heard a horse scream and a gunshot.
3/4
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: And This One is Too Cold
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/14 #TimeTravelAuthors 12/13“We need to get out of here!” I yelled as soon as I had recovered from seeing my wife burned at the stake.
“We can’t leave her,” Claire sobbed. But I knew my duty and what Rebecca would have wanted. That was to get our daughter to safety. I could return here with a priest or a medium or someone else—anyone—to see if we could recall Rebecca.
I grabbed Claire and dragged her to the door. She kicked and screamed. Her nails tore at my hands, but I held on. Finally, she broke free when I tried to open the cabin door.
For a second, I was paralyzed, torn between opening the door and catching her again. Then, there was a #popping noise, and I felt a sharp pain run down my back. Only after I’d hit the floor did I realize what had happened. I had thrown out my back while trying to do both.
It was an old injury, but when it went out, I couldn’t move for weeks.
Paralyzed, I watched Claire run to the bedroom, screaming her mother’s name. “Rebecca! Mommy!
Then silence fell.
“Claire, honey. Help me.” I called. “We need to get out of here so we can bring someone back to rescue Mom.” I wasn’t #optimistic, though. Laying her soul to rest was probably the best we could do.
I waited, #hoping I’d convinced Claire.
“Okay,” she replied, coming out of the bedroom. Sparkling white gems dangled from the torn fabric of her white dress. The words “Anastasia screamed in vain” came to me from somewhere.
I shivered when she spoke again, in a #faraway, forlorn voice: “They came for them. Мама, папа.”
Slowly, her eyes focused.
“I’ll help you, папа,” she continued, her voice still dreamy.
She re-entered the bedroom, where I could see her next to a chest of drawers. When she pulled out the first drawer, she dumped it out. Clothes, a length of rope, and other odds clattered to the floor.
“This one is too messy,” she chanted. I heard the next drawer and chant, “And this one is too empty.”
Finally, she opened the bottom drawer and took something out.
“And this one is so cute. The Santa looks just like you, папа.”
She held a snow globe depicting Santa in a town square. In the background, a palace stood amid snowdrifts. When she shook it, snow flew—dazzling, blinding, a sheet that obscured the room.
She repeated, “Just like you.”
The snow brushed my face. In the background, I heard a horse scream and a gunshot.
3/4
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This On is too Hot: Part 2
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss633 #MastopromptClair meanwhile, had drifted to the bookshelf. “They’re bound funny,” she called over to us.
“It’s just leather,” Rebecca said. Her face was red from blowing on the fire, but it was going now and had begun to warm the room.
“No, they’re icky, all crinkly to the touch and slimy. They make you feel weird.”
“Then don’t touch them,” I said.
“But they’re interesting,” Clair replied.
I shrugged and turned to Rebecca, saying, “She’s our daughter, all right.” Rebecca nodded.
“This book is too hard, but you might like this one.” Clair handed me a thick book. On the spine was written “Das Kapital. Kritik der Politischen Ökonomie.”
Clair was right; it made you feel funny: sad, like you were listening to someone crying. For a moment, I thought I heard someone shouting in Russian, followed by a scream.
“And this one is too simple,” Anastasia said, waking me from my daydream. She handed a copy of “Lang’s Blue Fairy Tales” to Rebecca.
I blinked; the room was fuzzy. “Anastasia?” That wasn’t right. I meant Clair. That was my daughter’s name.
Puzzled at my confusion, I watched her walk to the bookshelf again. Her white dress sparkled in the firelight.
She took out a third book. “#Dope! This one is just right,” she said in an odd voice: distant and sinister. She was holding a copy of “Ivanhoe Continued: The Burning of Rebecca.”
“Ah,” Rebecca gasped. I turned, expecting her to object to the “Goldilocks” game again, only she wasn’t there. All that was there was the wall, stove, and blaze in the fireplace, all seen as if in a distorted mirror.
“Mom?” Claire said and walked past me—diamonds draped her snow-white dress—she stopped at the fireplace, gazing at the blaze, which was going nicely, making the air smell faintly of pine smoke. Then I choked as a whiff of burned meat reached me.
Clair screamed, “Mom!” and pointed to the fire.
Wreathed in fire was the image of the woman I loved tied to a stake. The flames licked around her. You could all but her screams. Rebecca. Our Rebecca was there. Ivanhoe’s Rebecca. A witch burning for our sins.
2/4
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #NMFic #NMV366 #NMSAM #Ivanhoe
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This One is too Hot: Part 2
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #MastopromptClair meanwhile, had drifted to the bookshelf. “They’re bound funny,” she called over to us.
“It’s just leather,” Rebecca said. Her face was red from blowing on the fire, but it was going now and had begun to warm the room.
“No, they’re icky, all crinkly to the touch and slimy. They make you feel weird.”
“Then don’t touch them,” I said.
“But they’re interesting,” Clair replied.
I shrugged and turned to Rebecca, saying, “She’s our daughter, all right.” Rebecca nodded.
“This book is too hard, but you might like this one.” Clair handed me a thick book. On the spine was written “Das Kapital. Kritik der Politischen Ökonomie.”
Clair was right; it made you feel funny: sad, like you were listening to someone crying. For a moment, I thought I heard someone shouting in Russian, followed by a scream.
“And this one is too simple,” Anastasia said, waking me from my daydream. She handed a copy of “Lang’s Blue Fairy Tales” to Rebecca.
I blinked; the room was fuzzy. “Anastasia?” That wasn’t right. I meant Clair. That was my daughter’s name.
Puzzled at my confusion, I watched her walk to the bookshelf again. Her white dress sparkled in the firelight.
She took out a third book. “#Dope! This one is just right,” she said in an odd voice: distant and sinister. She was holding a copy of “Ivanhoe Continued: The Burning of Rebecca.”
“Ah,” Rebecca gasped. I turned, expecting her to object to the “Goldilocks” game again, only she wasn’t there. All that was there was the wall, stove, and blaze in the fireplace, all seen as if in a distorted mirror.
“Mom?” Claire said and walked past me—diamonds draped her snow-white dress—she stopped at the fireplace, gazing at the blaze, which was going nicely, making the air smell faintly of pine smoke. Then I choked as a whiff of burned meat reached me.
Clair screamed, “Mom!” and pointed to the fire.
Wreathed in fire was the image of the woman I loved tied to a stake. The flames licked around her. You could all but her screams. Rebecca. Our Rebecca was there. Ivanhoe’s Rebecca. A witch burning for our sins.
2/4
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #NMFic #NMV366 #NMSAM #Ivanhoe
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This One is too Hot: Part 2
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #MastopromptClair meanwhile, had drifted to the bookshelf. “They’re bound funny,” she called over to us.
“It’s just leather,” Rebecca said. Her face was red from blowing on the fire, but it was going now and had begun to warm the room.
“No, they’re icky, all crinkly to the touch and slimy. They make you feel weird.”
“Then don’t touch them,” I said.
“But they’re interesting,” Clair replied.
I shrugged and turned to Rebecca, saying, “She’s our daughter, all right.” Rebecca nodded.
“This book is too hard, but you might like this one.” Clair handed me a thick book. On the spine was written “Das Kapital. Kritik der Politischen Ökonomie.”
Clair was right; it made you feel funny: sad, like you were listening to someone crying. For a moment, I thought I heard someone shouting in Russian, followed by a scream.
“And this one is too simple,” Anastasia said, waking me from my daydream. She handed a copy of “Lang’s Blue Fairy Tales” to Rebecca.
I blinked; the room was fuzzy. “Anastasia?” That wasn’t right. I meant Clair. That was my daughter’s name.
Puzzled at my confusion, I watched her walk to the bookshelf again. Her white dress sparkled in the firelight.
She took out a third book. “#Dope! This one is just right,” she said in an odd voice: distant and sinister. She was holding a copy of “Ivanhoe Continued: The Burning of Rebecca.”
“Ah,” Rebecca gasped. I turned, expecting her to object to the “Goldilocks” game again, only she wasn’t there. All that was there was the wall, stove, and blaze in the fireplace, all seen as if in a distorted mirror.
“Mom?” Claire said and walked past me—diamonds draped her snow-white dress—she stopped at the fireplace, gazing at the blaze, which was going nicely, making the air smell faintly of pine smoke. Then I choked as a whiff of burned meat reached me.
Clair screamed, “Mom!” and pointed to the fire.
Wreathed in fire was the image of the woman I loved tied to a stake. The flames licked around her. You could all but her screams. Rebecca. Our Rebecca was there. Ivanhoe’s Rebecca. A witch burning for our sins.
2/4
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #NMFic #NMV366 #NMSAM #Ivanhoe
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This One is too Hot: Part 2
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #MastopromptClair meanwhile, had drifted to the bookshelf. “They’re bound funny,” she called over to us.
“It’s just leather,” Rebecca said. Her face was red from blowing on the fire, but it was going now and had begun to warm the room.
“No, they’re icky, all crinkly to the touch and slimy. They make you feel weird.”
“Then don’t touch them,” I said.
“But they’re interesting,” Clair replied.
I shrugged and turned to Rebecca, saying, “She’s our daughter, all right.” Rebecca nodded.
“This book is too hard, but you might like this one.” Clair handed me a thick book. On the spine was written “Das Kapital. Kritik der Politischen Ökonomie.”
Clair was right; it made you feel funny: sad, like you were listening to someone crying. For a moment, I thought I heard someone shouting in Russian, followed by a scream.
“And this one is too simple,” Anastasia said, waking me from my daydream. She handed a copy of “Lang’s Blue Fairy Tales” to Rebecca.
I blinked; the room was fuzzy. “Anastasia?” That wasn’t right. I meant Clair. That was my daughter’s name.
Puzzled at my confusion, I watched her walk to the bookshelf again. Her white dress sparkled in the firelight.
She took out a third book. “#Dope! This one is just right,” she said in an odd voice: distant and sinister. She was holding a copy of “Ivanhoe Continued: The Burning of Rebecca.”
“Ah,” Rebecca gasped. I turned, expecting her to object to the “Goldilocks” game again, only she wasn’t there. All that was there was the wall, stove, and blaze in the fireplace, all seen as if in a distorted mirror.
“Mom?” Claire said and walked past me—diamonds draped her snow-white dress—she stopped at the fireplace, gazing at the blaze, which was going nicely, making the air smell faintly of pine smoke. Then I choked as a whiff of burned meat reached me.
Clair screamed, “Mom!” and pointed to the fire.
Wreathed in fire was the image of the woman I loved tied to a stake. The flames licked around her. You could all but her screams. Rebecca. Our Rebecca was there. Ivanhoe’s Rebecca. A witch burning for our sins.
2/4
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #NMFic #NMV366 #NMSAM #Ivanhoe
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This On is too Hot: Part 2
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss633 #MastopromptClair meanwhile, had drifted to the bookshelf. “They’re bound funny,” she called over to us.
“It’s just leather,” Rebecca said. Her face was red from blowing on the fire, but it was going now and had begun to warm the room.
“No, they’re icky, all crinkly to the touch and slimy. They make you feel weird.”
“Then don’t touch them,” I said.
“But they’re interesting,” Clair replied.
I shrugged and turned to Rebecca, saying, “She’s our daughter, all right.” Rebecca nodded.
“This book is too hard, but you might like this one.” Clair handed me a thick book. On the spine was written “Das Kapital. Kritik der Politischen Ökonomie.”
Clair was right; it made you feel funny: sad, like you were listening to someone crying. For a moment, I thought I heard someone shouting in Russian, followed by a scream.
“And this one is too simple,” Anastasia said, waking me from my daydream. She handed a copy of “Lang’s Blue Fairy Tales” to Rebecca.
I blinked; the room was fuzzy. “Anastasia?” That wasn’t right. I meant Clair. That was my daughter’s name.
Puzzled at my confusion, I watched her walk to the bookshelf again. Her white dress sparkled in the firelight.
She took out a third book. “#Dope! This one is just right,” she said in an odd voice: distant and sinister. She was holding a copy of “Ivanhoe Continued: The Burning of Rebecca.”
“Ah,” Rebecca gasped. I turned, expecting her to object to the “Goldilocks” game again, only she wasn’t there. All that was there was the wall, stove, and blaze in the fireplace, all seen as if in a distorted mirror.
“Mom?” Claire said and walked past me—diamonds draped her snow-white dress—she stopped at the fireplace, gazing at the blaze, which was going nicely, making the air smell faintly of pine smoke. Then I choked as a whiff of burned meat reached me.
Clair screamed, “Mom!” and pointed to the fire.
Wreathed in fire was the image of the woman I loved tied to a stake. The flames licked around her. You could all but her screams. Rebecca. Our Rebecca was there. Ivanhoe’s Rebecca. A witch burning for our sins.
2/4
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #NMFic #NMV366 #NMSAM #Ivanhoe
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This On is too Hot: Part 1
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss633 #MastopromptRebecca closed the cabin door, shutting out the winter wind and snow that blew in. Our breath hung in clouds in the still, cold air of the room. We might be trespassing, but it was better than sitting in our stalled car.
I called out again, “Anyone home? Sorry for intruding, but our car broke down, and it’s freezing.”
Again, there was no response. The owners had probably gone to town to avoid the blizzard that was in the forecast.
We really shouldn’t have been on the road, but Grandma had grown tired of us and had hinted, “Thanksgiving is over. Wouldn’t you prefer sleeping in your own beds?”
My girlfriend moved past me to the fireplace. “I’ll light a fire. Why don’t you see if there’s food? We can leave money on the table when we leave to pay for any inconvenience.”
Clair had already begun exploring and called from the door at the far side of the room. “It’s a bedroom with three beds: one big, one small, and one in between. This one is too…”
“Don’t say it,” Rebecca called to her. I wasn’t sure why the joke bothered her so much, but it did. Rebecca had always been the stricter of the two of us and got peeved if I interfered, so I kept silent.
While the two did their thing, I began looking for food. The can on the table proved to be red bean soup made by a Japanese company. I’d always thought a sweet bean drink was weird, but I guessed it was popular. It was funny finding it here in the middle of the Bitterroot Mountains, and I wondered if the owners were Japanese.
A cupboard next to the stove proved more fruitful. There was some cup ramen, tins of diced tomatoes, a package of sun-dried #prunes, and a couple of kilos of rice.
Part 2 in the next post
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #NMFic #NMV366 #NMSAM #Ivanhoe
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This One is too Hot: Part 1
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #MastopromptRebecca closed the cabin door, shutting out the winter wind and snow that blew in. Our breath hung in clouds in the still, cold air of the room. We might be trespassing, but it was better than sitting in our stalled car.
I called out again, “Anyone home? Sorry for intruding, but our car broke down, and it’s freezing.”
Again, there was no response. The owners had probably gone to town to avoid the blizzard that was in the forecast.
We really shouldn’t have been on the road, but Grandma had grown tired of us and had hinted, “Thanksgiving is over. Wouldn’t you prefer sleeping in your own beds?”
My girlfriend moved past me to the fireplace. “I’ll light a fire. Why don’t you see if there’s food? We can leave money on the table when we leave to pay for any inconvenience.”
Clair had already begun exploring and called from the door at the far side of the room. “It’s a bedroom with three beds: one big, one small, and one in between. This one is too…”
“Don’t say it,” Rebecca called to her. I wasn’t sure why the joke bothered her so much, but it did. Rebecca had always been the stricter of the two of us and got peeved if I interfered, so I kept silent.
While the two did their thing, I began looking for food. The can on the table proved to be red bean soup made by a Japanese company. I’d always thought a sweet bean drink was weird, but I guessed it was popular. It was funny finding it here in the middle of the Bitterroot Mountains, and I wondered if the owners were Japanese.
A cupboard next to the stove proved more fruitful. There was some cup ramen, tins of diced tomatoes, a package of sun-dried #prunes, and a couple of kilos of rice.
Part 2 in the next post
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #NMFic #NMV366 #NMSAM #Ivanhoe
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This One is too Hot: Part 1
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #MastopromptRebecca closed the cabin door, shutting out the winter wind and snow that blew in. Our breath hung in clouds in the still, cold air of the room. We might be trespassing, but it was better than sitting in our stalled car.
I called out again, “Anyone home? Sorry for intruding, but our car broke down, and it’s freezing.”
Again, there was no response. The owners had probably gone to town to avoid the blizzard that was in the forecast.
We really shouldn’t have been on the road, but Grandma had grown tired of us and had hinted, “Thanksgiving is over. Wouldn’t you prefer sleeping in your own beds?”
My girlfriend moved past me to the fireplace. “I’ll light a fire. Why don’t you see if there’s food? We can leave money on the table when we leave to pay for any inconvenience.”
Clair had already begun exploring and called from the door at the far side of the room. “It’s a bedroom with three beds: one big, one small, and one in between. This one is too…”
“Don’t say it,” Rebecca called to her. I wasn’t sure why the joke bothered her so much, but it did. Rebecca had always been the stricter of the two of us and got peeved if I interfered, so I kept silent.
While the two did their thing, I began looking for food. The can on the table proved to be red bean soup made by a Japanese company. I’d always thought a sweet bean drink was weird, but I guessed it was popular. It was funny finding it here in the middle of the Bitterroot Mountains, and I wondered if the owners were Japanese.
A cupboard next to the stove proved more fruitful. There was some cup ramen, tins of diced tomatoes, a package of sun-dried #prunes, and a couple of kilos of rice.
Part 2 in the next post
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #NMFic #NMV366 #NMSAM #Ivanhoe
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This One is too Hot: Part 1
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #MastopromptRebecca closed the cabin door, shutting out the winter wind and snow that blew in. Our breath hung in clouds in the still, cold air of the room. We might be trespassing, but it was better than sitting in our stalled car.
I called out again, “Anyone home? Sorry for intruding, but our car broke down, and it’s freezing.”
Again, there was no response. The owners had probably gone to town to avoid the blizzard that was in the forecast.
We really shouldn’t have been on the road, but Grandma had grown tired of us and had hinted, “Thanksgiving is over. Wouldn’t you prefer sleeping in your own beds?”
My girlfriend moved past me to the fireplace. “I’ll light a fire. Why don’t you see if there’s food? We can leave money on the table when we leave to pay for any inconvenience.”
Clair had already begun exploring and called from the door at the far side of the room. “It’s a bedroom with three beds: one big, one small, and one in between. This one is too…”
“Don’t say it,” Rebecca called to her. I wasn’t sure why the joke bothered her so much, but it did. Rebecca had always been the stricter of the two of us and got peeved if I interfered, so I kept silent.
While the two did their thing, I began looking for food. The can on the table proved to be red bean soup made by a Japanese company. I’d always thought a sweet bean drink was weird, but I guessed it was popular. It was funny finding it here in the middle of the Bitterroot Mountains, and I wondered if the owners were Japanese.
A cupboard next to the stove proved more fruitful. There was some cup ramen, tins of diced tomatoes, a package of sun-dried #prunes, and a couple of kilos of rice.
Part 2 in the next post
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #NMFic #NMV366 #NMSAM #Ivanhoe
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This On is too Hot: Part 1
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss633 #MastopromptRebecca closed the cabin door, shutting out the winter wind and snow that blew in. Our breath hung in clouds in the still, cold air of the room. We might be trespassing, but it was better than sitting in our stalled car.
I called out again, “Anyone home? Sorry for intruding, but our car broke down, and it’s freezing.”
Again, there was no response. The owners had probably gone to town to avoid the blizzard that was in the forecast.
We really shouldn’t have been on the road, but Grandma had grown tired of us and had hinted, “Thanksgiving is over. Wouldn’t you prefer sleeping in your own beds?”
My girlfriend moved past me to the fireplace. “I’ll light a fire. Why don’t you see if there’s food? We can leave money on the table when we leave to pay for any inconvenience.”
Clair had already begun exploring and called from the door at the far side of the room. “It’s a bedroom with three beds: one big, one small, and one in between. This one is too…”
“Don’t say it,” Rebecca called to her. I wasn’t sure why the joke bothered her so much, but it did. Rebecca had always been the stricter of the two of us and got peeved if I interfered, so I kept silent.
While the two did their thing, I began looking for food. The can on the table proved to be red bean soup made by a Japanese company. I’d always thought a sweet bean drink was weird, but I guessed it was popular. It was funny finding it here in the middle of the Bitterroot Mountains, and I wondered if the owners were Japanese.
A cupboard next to the stove proved more fruitful. There was some cup ramen, tins of diced tomatoes, a package of sun-dried #prunes, and a couple of kilos of rice.
Part 2 in the next post
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #NMFic #NMV366 #NMSAM #Ivanhoe
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt #ScribesAndMakers 11/22“...But I did not shoot the #deputy…” Bob Marley’s wail trailed off as our car stalled.
“I told you to get the car checked,” Rebecca said.
“I did. The mechanic said it was in A1 shape, just some minor gremlins in the electrical system.”
From the back, Claire added, "Or a plot to get two lovely ladies alone on a lonely country road." I could picture her shaking her golden, sausage-curls as she said it, a sly grin on her face.
“Cute,” I replied. I could always count on my daughter to say something clever. But she was right; it was a lonely road. Trees hemmed us in, and large fluffy flakes drifted down between them.
To our left was a yellow steel gate with a “No Trespassing” sign. Beyond, the occasional moon #illuminated a rustic cabin. Weeds poked through the snow casting shadows like claws. The only welcoming thing in the scene was a path where someone had trampled the snow, leading to the building.
“I know it says no trespassing, but I’m going to see if someone is home,” I said, opening the car door.
A blast of arctic air met me, smelling of an upcoming storm. I shivered and pulled my coat tighter.
My girlfriend and her daughter joined me. The younger one explained, “No way we’re letting you leave us. Everyone knows ‘Jack the Gripper’ preys on beauties left alone in stalled cars.”
“It’s ‘Jack the Ripper,’” Rebecca corrected.
“Nya ayh, it’s ‘Jack the Gripper.’ He’s from the game ‘Seven Maidens House.’”
It was too cold for this debate, so I walked over to the gate, which was fortunately unlocked.
The snow on the path crunched underfoot, leaving footprints. The dark, empty windows of the cabin didn’t encourage me. Still, a phone line running to it tempted me onward.
Silence met the door’s rattle when I knocked. I knocked louder, thinking perhaps the owner was asleep. This was also met with silence.
“That's weird,” I heard Rebecca say. “Three mailboxes.”
“This one is too big. And this one is too dented. But this one is just right!”
“Don’t say #cursed things,” Rebecca reprimanded Claire.
“I’m going to see if it’s unlocked,” I called over my shoulder, interrupting their squabbling.
To my surprise, the door opened easily, and flicking a switch produced a warm electric light.The building’s interior was cozy. Three rocking chairs stood in front of a fireplace with wood stacked next to it. A handleless hatchet rested against the pile. To one side, there was a wood stove with more wood. A single frying pan rested on it. In the center of the room was a table with a cheery, red-checkered tablecloth, three place settings, and a mystery soup can. I guessed the door in the back led to a bedroom.
The room's most surprising feature was a ceiling-high bookshelf crammed with leather-bound books. They weren't the collector's type with gold trim and fancy titles, but old volumes weathered by time.
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I have an Art Nouveau version of Goldilocks and the Three Bears for sale as a greeting card on my Goimagine shop.
It’s also part of a set of similar cards here:
https://goimagine.com/art-nouveau-fairytale-variety-pack-1-of-greeting-cards-5x7-with-envelopes/
This image is one that really helped me start to shift away from “replicating” my inspirations toward feeling confident in my own skills. I took a leap to include illustrative elements that weren’t part of the work of my idols. It was an important step for me.
It was done entirely in Procreate, without any generative nonsense.
#art #mastoArt #FediGiftShop #IndieArtist #Goimagine #ArtShop #ArtForSale #ArtNouveau #goldilocks #Fairytale
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@Walker @jerry pls take with a couple grains of salt, maybe there is something where everybody can be happy - ads get a bad rap because they can go too far #breadcrumb trail #goldilocks
ok say i am running a mastodon instance focusing on info-sec and cyber security, i want to monetize via top10 lists and banner ads - a couple small banner ads and a link to maybe 10 top10 links. i need to sell product or consulting/pentests and am flexible - i want some importance placed on the instance but i also want to not forget about the generalized IT mkt. brainstorm for me the best top10 lists within the IT security mkt space and then also generate a fairly representative ad funnel - give me best 20 products and companies to monetize and link to and i will try to eek out 5-10 affiliate links out of that list. you can be rote and take time to think but generally i want the best products, mkt leaders, hardware and software plus it does not have to be about money - there could be some concentration or public service ads for awesome open source and even ai > add in a couple of free ads in every top 10 list generation or even more if they are top dogs in that mkt segment. the lists are subject to mods and tuning so just try to do best write up; include some long shots and outliers as you want mkt driven and targeted ads but you also want to foster and curate the community ip
ChatGPT said:Great mission — sounds like you’re building a mix of a professional resource hub, niche social network, and ethical monetization model. Below is a detailed brainstorm divided into two parts:
🔟 Top 10 Lists for the Infosec & IT MarketThese lists are designed to be engaging, monetizable, and community-building. Each list includes a mix of commercial, open-source, and potential affiliate-friendly items.
1. Top 10 Endpoint Security Tools (EDR/AV/XDR)CrowdStrike Falcon 🟢
SentinelOne 🟢
Microsoft Defender for Endpoint
Sophos Intercept X 🟢
Bitdefender GravityZone 🟢
ESET Protect
Malwarebytes for Business
Cisco Secure Endpoint
Fortinet FortiEDR
Free/Open Source: OSSEC / Wazuh2. Top 10 SIEM and Threat Detection Platforms
Splunk Enterprise Security 🟢
IBM QRadar 🟢
Elastic Security
Microsoft Sentinel
Sumo Logic
Exabeam
LogRhythm
Devo
ArcSight
Free/Open Source: Security Onion / ELK Stack3. Top 10 Cybersecurity Certifications
CISSP 🟢
OSCP 🟢
CEH
CompTIA Security+
CISM
GIAC (GSEC, GCIH, etc.)
AWS Security Specialty
Azure Security Engineer Associate
Certified Cloud Security Professional (CCSP)
Free Option: TryHackMe / Hack The Box4. Top 10 Tools for Pentesters and Red Teamers
Kali Linux 🟢
Metasploit Framework
Nmap
Burp Suite (Community + Pro) 🟢
Cobalt Strike
BloodHound
CrackMapExec
Empire / Sliver
Nessus 🟢
Free Option: ParrotSec OS5. Top 10 Open Source Cybersecurity Projects
Suricata
Zeek
TheHive Project
MISP
OpenVAS / Greenbone
Wireshark
YARA
OpenCTI
Velociraptor
Sigma Rules (Security detection rules framework)6. Top 10 Home Lab Setups for Aspiring Cyber Pros
Proxmox VE 🟢
pfSense / OPNsense
Kali + Windows Domain (AD Lab)
Security Onion VM
Dockerized Vulnerable Web Apps (DVWA, Juice Shop)
ELK Stack SIEM
GNS3 or EVE-NG
TrueNAS
GitHub Copilot in VS Code for recon scripting
Free Options: FlareVM, DetectionLab7. Top 10 Secure Messaging and Collaboration Tools
Signal
Session (fully decentralized)
Element (Matrix) 🟢
Threema
Wire
Proton Mail + Calendar
Tutanota
Keybase
Skiff
Free/Open Source: Briar8. Top 10 Must-Follow Cybersecurity Blogs/Feeds/Instances
Krebs on Security
Schneier on Security
The DFIR Report
Hacker News / ycombinator
ThreatPost
BleepingComputer
Dark Reading
ZDI (Zero Day Initiative)
Malwarebytes Labs
Fediverse: Infosec.exchange / your own Mastodon instance9. Top 10 Small Business Security Products
Bitwarden Teams 🟢
1Password Business 🟢
Cloudflare Zero Trust
Proton for Business
Google Workspace + MDM
Microsoft Defender for Business
Synology NAS + Surveillance Station 🟢
Ubiquiti UniFi Security Gateway 🟢
JumpCloud
Free Option: Let's Encrypt + Certbot10. Top 10 Free Cybersecurity Learning Resources
TryHackMe (free tier)
Hack The Box
OWASP Top 10
MITRE ATT&CK Navigator
Cybersecurity & Infrastructure Security Agency (CISA)
Blue Team Labs Online
SANS Internet Storm Center
Cybrary (limited free)
Open Security Training
MIT OpenCourseWare – Computer Systems Security🔁 Monetization Funnel
🎯 Audience Targeting StrategyPrimary: Infosec practitioners, aspiring pentesters, home labbers, blue teamers
Secondary: General IT admins, SMBs, devs interested in app security, hobbyists🧲 Ad Funnel Flow
Entry Point
Social media snippets of top 10 lists
Fediverse-native polls ("Which EDR do you trust most?")
Mastodon hashtags + Threads on hot CVEs / BreachesClickthrough to Lists
Top 10 List Page with:
Brief overview
1–2 affiliate links per tool
1–2 “free tools we love” shoutouts
Banner ad (in-content or sidebar) to your consulting servicesSticky Offerings (Lead Capture)
Free 1-page PDF: "Home Lab Setup for Infosec Learning"
Email opt-in for a 3-day course: “Your First Pentest Lab”
Discord/Matrix link to a private communityConversion Paths
Affiliate Revenue: Tools & platforms linked from top 10s
Service Sales: Ads & links to your pentest/consulting offering
Direct Donations: Ko-fi / LiberaPay / Patreon
Public Service: Prominent free tool badges (goodwill/trust builder)🔗 Top 20 Products and Companies to Monetize or Feature (Affiliate/Paid Ad Potential)
🟢 Likely Affiliate or Partner ProgramsCrowdStrike
Bitdefender
Malwarebytes
1Password
Bitwarden
Ubiquiti (via Amazon or affiliates)
Synology
Tailscale
ExpressVPN / ProtonVPN
TryHackMe🟡 Direct/Corporate Partnership Potential
Vanta / Drata (compliance-as-a-service)
HackerOne / BugCrowd
Cloudflare Zero Trust
GitHub (Copilot via affiliate resellers)
Linode / DigitalOcean (for home labs, VPS setups)
Offensive Security (OSCP)
Fortinet / Cisco Secure
Elastic (commercial tier of Elastic Security)🔵 Must-Feature Free / OSS Tools (for street cred)
Wazuh
MISP / TheHive Project / OWASP projectsWould you like me to generate some sample top 10 post templates, or banner ad mockups for your instance to start testing visuals and layout ideas?
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New piece! I got most of this done on my livestreams this last week, but finished it up off-line because I needed to figure out what I wanted for Goldilocks's golden locks.
I'm really happy with this one. It combines a whole bunch of influences, inspiration, and advice during the stream (thank you @ina for the bear idea!). I'm enjoying making these!
Next up, Snow White!
Here's the speedpaint: https://makertube.net/w/11XvWCZauX5nghszy36rDQ
And here's the links to the two livestream recordings:
Pt 1: https://makertube.net/w/dFDsiCsfhpX3F7rf1YrJYEPt 2: https://makertube.net/w/eXVCC6LUyLo6mCzkaSaKsa
#art #mastoArt #Speedpaint #livestream #MakerTube #Goldilocks #Procreate #Folktale #IndieArtist
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Got this started on my livestream last night--an Art Nouveau-inspired piece based on Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Still a work in progress, but it's getting there!
Here's the livestream recording:
https://makertube.net/w/dFDsiCsfhpX3F7rf1YrJYEAnd here are my artist links: https://coreyartusimageryinfo.carrd.co/
#art #MastoArt #WIP #WorkInProgress #ProcreateArtist #IndieArtist #Folktale #Goldilocks
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Colonialism runs deep in western culture...
#goldilocks #fairytale #colonisaliam #ethics #philosophy #memes #funny #notfunny
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#BarryLoewer - #Philosophy of #FineTuning
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8WdiDzZPrEg
#PhilosophyOfScience #Science #PhilosophyOfCosmology #Cosmology #Astrophysics #Physics #Multiverse #Measurement #MeasurementProblem #Probability #Goldilocks #Constants #BigBang #Inflation #CosmologicalConstant #SelectorLaw #Parfit #God #Designer #CloserToTruth #RobertKuhn
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#BarryLoewer - #Philosophy of #FineTuning
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8WdiDzZPrEg
#PhilosophyOfScience #Science #PhilosophyOfCosmology #Cosmology #Astrophysics #Physics #Multiverse #Measurement #MeasurementProblem #Probability #Goldilocks #Constants #BigBang #Inflation #CosmologicalConstant #SelectorLaw #Parfit #God #Designer #CloserToTruth #RobertKuhn
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#BarryLoewer - #Philosophy of #FineTuning
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8WdiDzZPrEg
#PhilosophyOfScience #Science #PhilosophyOfCosmology #Cosmology #Astrophysics #Physics #Multiverse #Measurement #MeasurementProblem #Probability #Goldilocks #Constants #BigBang #Inflation #CosmologicalConstant #SelectorLaw #Parfit #God #Designer #CloserToTruth #RobertKuhn
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#BarryLoewer - #Philosophy of #FineTuning
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8WdiDzZPrEg
#PhilosophyOfScience #Science #PhilosophyOfCosmology #Cosmology #Astrophysics #Physics #Multiverse #Measurement #MeasurementProblem #Probability #Goldilocks #Constants #BigBang #Inflation #CosmologicalConstant #SelectorLaw #Parfit #God #Designer #CloserToTruth #RobertKuhn
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#BarryLoewer - #Philosophy of #FineTuning
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8WdiDzZPrEg
#PhilosophyOfScience #Science #PhilosophyOfCosmology #Cosmology #Astrophysics #Physics #Multiverse #Measurement #MeasurementProblem #Probability #Goldilocks #Constants #BigBang #Inflation #CosmologicalConstant #SelectorLaw #Parfit #God #Designer #CloserToTruth #RobertKuhn
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If the temperature could stay at around 20°C, that would be great thanks.
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@tuban_muzuru @lovelylovely they know. They somehow twist compassion into evil. That's the confusion from which they likely suffer. Here on the #fediverse it presents as a sort of #sapirwhorfhypothesis syndrome characterized by a repetition of specific catchphrases and a singular perspective. Legalistically it's exemplified with a #goldilocks scope of context, such as selecting only convenient facts.
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@stuartl @thisisskaly @randahl
You're on the horns of a dilemma with regards to context:
1. The scope of context sought by South Africa at The Hague towards constructing this narrative of apartheid.
2. Else, acknowledge, as the Whitehouse has, that Hamas broke the cease-fire.
If you're seeking, as 99.999 percent of those here, a #goldilocks context, then that is at issue.
If you take issue with the narrative propagated by the Whitehouse, then I'd like to understand why.
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@thetechtutor @randahl no, these guys, as evidenced by Ben Royce just now, can only engage in what about ism by selecting a #goldilocks context advantageous to their preferred narrative.
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#DidYouKnow: The '#Goldilocks #Zone,' or #Habitable zone, is the range of distance with the right temperatures for water to remain liquid.
Discoveries in the Goldilocks Zone, like Earth-size planet Kepler-186f, are what scientists hope will lead us to water and one day life.
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@thehill #war making but not war winning.
It's like #foreverwar everywhere...but low key. #goldilocks
Makes me wonder what will happen with #taiwan , because we might well just run out of precision munitions against #china .
Maybe it'll just simmer along. Who knows.
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"Somebody has been sleeping in my bed- and here she is!"
An illustration by Arthur Rackham depicting the moment Goldilocks woke up to see The Three Bears standing over her. #FairyTaleTuesday
#FiaryTale #GoldilocksAndTheThreeBears #Goldilocks #TheThreeBears #Bears #Illustration #ChildrensLiterature #Storybook #ArthurRackham
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the "Jack" [everything special counsel, Jack Smith] podcast by Andy McCabe and Allison Gill has Brian Greer explaining aspects of the CIPA rules, #goldilocks #documents #silentwitness #CIPA -- it was interesting
https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/jack/id1317481380?i=1000617429901 -
Hey it's #kidlitartpostcard time! I'm an author and illustrator who loves to tell stories with my art. I love to play with color, texture, characters, and add a bit of magic to everything. I'd love more picture book, chapter book, MG & YA work.
#PaintPlay #KidLitArt #AuthorIllustrator #Illustrator #Art #Goldilocks #FairyTale #promo #Promotional #postcard #illustation #mastodonart #FantasyArt #DigitalArt
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Great discount for NHS staff and I just checked if I can get being a Local Authority Social worker and they said yes - oh yes they did - just need to take my work badge https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl8jcS1DPxy/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
Thanks @epsteintheatre will make sure my local authority colleagues know this too #pantoseason #epsteintheatreliverpool #epsteintheatre #goldilocks #goldilocksandthethreebears -
Great discount for NHS staff and I just checked if I can get being a Local Authority Social worker and they said yes - oh yes they did - just need to take my work badge https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl8jcS1DPxy/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
Thanks @epsteintheatre will make sure my local authority colleagues know this too #pantoseason #epsteintheatreliverpool #epsteintheatre #goldilocks #goldilocksandthethreebears -
3D Printable Bearings That Actually Work, No CAD Tweaking Required - 3D printing bearings with an FDM printer can be an iffy endeavor, but it doesn’t h... - https://hackaday.com/2022/09/17/3d-printable-bearings-that-actually-work-no-cad-tweaking-required/ #3dprinterhacks #608bearings #calibration #goldilocks #3dprinted #printable #bearings #stl