Quin Benson

Quin Benson

@quinb.bsky.social

Creatoholic. Parent, author, digital art guy. He/Him. MentalHealthMatters ProudlyAtypical, urban cryptid. In my own defence, I WAS left unattended.

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"Unexpected Goblin In The Bagging Area" A passing thought for a short story. AI addition creating a shot based on my local supermarket, with a touch of tidying, and added 'of course it's a bloomin' fake' internal watermarking :D The tech still mangled the original.

Sue Perkins on her experience of ADHD. OH MY GOD. I am now SO stressed, just listening to the countdown to writing 50,000 words. And not writing it. It's interesting. I don't know whether I'm ADHD now, or just crap. Nah. Pretty damn sure I'm not ADHD.😄

A bit of end of day fun with some Gothic masonry from the refectory pulpit at Tupholme Abbey, Lancashire, UK. #Blender – just because it's #foss doesn't mean you can't donate 😉👍

They have marvelous remedies in certain parts of the subcontinent: Liquorice root, bamboo sap – and a strong short of whisky. Ginger root and citrus peel— And a strong shot of whisky? Yes, of course. In fact you could throw out the ginger root and citrus peel and you'd still be well on your way

Much as I love my [autistic] child, I sometimes need to scream. She worries. And worries. And worries. And worries. And worries. And worries. And worries. And begins again for the next minute. And the next. And the next...

Was it lazy to answer the question "is it raining?” by opening the weather radar app on my phone instead of standing up, walking to the window, opening the curtains and peering into the darkness?

So. I Google 'The bartender rips off your arm' to find the full Star Trek/Lower Decks quote: "The bartender rips your arm off and kills you with it! It is not an honorable death since, technically, you have died by your own hand." Google cannot be too careful, so its first reply is instructions;

#GENX – WE know where the pencil goes. I was wondering what sort of image encapsulated GenX. There are many, many ideas: drinking from a garden hose (I never did that), heading home when the streetlights came on (I never had that), being a latchkey kid (I wasn't one), but a pencil in a mix tape?😀👍

The Silence of the Lambs, 1988 It's suddenly so dated. Not the story, as such, but the detail – a Rolodex. A car with a phone built in. The lack of DNA analysis. All those little things that we use our phones for now, including as torches (that's a lesser thing, but still a thing). Simpler times😄

I'm betting, three, three and a half thousand years ago, some guy started chanting because they had to learn this new writing thing and it helped get the letters into their head. The words have changed, the tune has changed, but that is an old song – it's a 'my father's axe/Trigger's Broom' song 😄

I don't know that I have ever seen this before. Just enough of one colour eggs to fill up a row before having to swap to another color of eggs to do the rest of the box! Damnit, I should have put a banana in for scale – to attract similarly boring people, you understand 😄😄😄😄

I just had a wish to open my front door, shout "NEMATODE!" and shut the door again. I didn't, but it was close. What in hell was that about? 😄

Skeleton 150, excavated beneath Stirling Castle's chapel in 1997, has more than 160 separate fractures in a body 165cm tall. The body of a man who died around 1304 is the first known possible death by trebuchet rock. Unlucky in an 'at least it was quick' kind of way. www.science.org/content/arti...

science.orgShattered skeleton in Scottish castle is first confirmed death from trebuchet“Devastation” across body of 14th century warrior indicates horrific demise from flying boulder

That moment when you grab a backcloth for a fast photo of something cool and then can't work out why the washing load is small today 😄😄 😄 😄 😄 😄 😄 😄 (It's because it was a duvet cover!)

I found this door elevation and outline on Pinterest and thought it needed creating in 3D. After some searching, the address is on Via Ercola Ciofano, Sulmona, #Italy, and still standing. #Blender

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A graphic #dream of beheading and being shot in the face – the latter from a first-person perspective A scene with Scottish settlers in early America. There have been less stressful wlee4wake-ups

Flies and compost heaps After, therefore because of Fallacy flies free Or Flies and compost heaps After, therefore because of Fallacy flies: free Post hoc ergo propter hoc #haiku

Another dream about owing a year's work and not having started yet, followed by the request to turn the front door upside down so that black is on the outside and white on the inner (don't ask about the dentil shelf or window). Then the fight dream. Banging the head of a big bloke into oak panels.

Honey Suckle scent Listen for the smoke alarm Summer stimului We're not burning yet, but there have been local fires. Not as wild as France, but it's getting closer guys, it's getting closer every year. #ClimateChange #Haiku

Dammmmnnn! Not only do I have a Discworld book I don't remember ever buying, but it has rules to Cripple Mr Onion compiled by Andrew C. Millard and printed out in 1996 –I think it was on a Wednesday.

The pleasure at seeing my 'talk like a Terry Pratchett Igor'* request to #chatgpt be fulfilled by the phrase: "The Moon Iſ a Harſh Miſtreſſ"* *that "ſ" is a 'long s' character, that looks to us like an 'f', resulting in comments by Stan Freberg about "the purfuit of happineff".

#Kiwi proper boot polish you can tell by the smell I dunno. Best boot polish ever, it's been going on my boots and shoes for the best part of 6 decades (thanks for covering the early years, dad) and now I have to pay 'Armando Legg' to get the stuff, because they don't sell it in the UK anymore. 🤬

09 August 2023 I was tormenting a cycle manufacturer: I want to ride your bicycle I want to ride your bike I want to ride your bicycle I want to ride it where I like You say crank I say chain You say pace I say pain You say a race I say hey man Speed was never my scene And I don't wear Lycra...

I did NOT attempt to throttle my Finer Half. I was dreaming I was fighting a real jerk who'd dismissed a guy I worked with as not being capable of taking down a room of soldiers because he was Jewish. Ok, I had HIM by the throat, but I was only squeezing my wife's upper arm. Please. No bruising?

Remember the line (to paraphrase slightly) "He doesn't mind the language, it's the beatings he don't need¹."? I'm starting to mind the language, too.😝 ¹ Cool For Cats, Squeeze, 1979

"Eff you, and the Wellington boot you rode in on." I think this fits into the class 'the British art of insulting friends brackets from the top of a ladder brackets'.