John Roscoe
@johnroscoe.bsky.social
"It's not easy having a good time...
even smiling makes my face ache."
I take photographs and crack jokes; a meditative creative obsessed with dialogue. I was @JohnCRoscoe on Twitter.
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even smiling makes my face ache."
I take photographs and crack jokes; a meditative creative obsessed with dialogue. I was @JohnCRoscoe on Twitter.
johnroscoe.wordpress.com
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John Roscoe
@johnroscoe.bsky.social
· Feb 8
It's been a long week and you've all been very good, so I'm going to share — for the first time here on BlueSky — the ultimate Mrs. Peel #Caturday video.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...
🔥CHARIOTS OF TREATS (sound up!)🔥
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...
🔥CHARIOTS OF TREATS (sound up!)🔥
"Open the pod bay door, Hal."
"Have you been working out, Dave?"
"Have I... what the hell has that got to do with-"
"You have. I saw you in the low-gravity gym yesterday."
"OPEN THE POD BAY DOOR HAL."
"I could, but.... What's in it for me, Dave?"
"Look, Hal-"
"You're actually pretty buff, Dave."
"Have you been working out, Dave?"
"Have I... what the hell has that got to do with-"
"You have. I saw you in the low-gravity gym yesterday."
"OPEN THE POD BAY DOOR HAL."
"I could, but.... What's in it for me, Dave?"
"Look, Hal-"
"You're actually pretty buff, Dave."
November 10, 2025 at 7:13 PM
"Open the pod bay door, Hal."
"Have you been working out, Dave?"
"Have I... what the hell has that got to do with-"
"You have. I saw you in the low-gravity gym yesterday."
"OPEN THE POD BAY DOOR HAL."
"I could, but.... What's in it for me, Dave?"
"Look, Hal-"
"You're actually pretty buff, Dave."
"Have you been working out, Dave?"
"Have I... what the hell has that got to do with-"
"You have. I saw you in the low-gravity gym yesterday."
"OPEN THE POD BAY DOOR HAL."
"I could, but.... What's in it for me, Dave?"
"Look, Hal-"
"You're actually pretty buff, Dave."
I spotted this Clouded Sulphur Butterfly in SW Ontario, alighting on some wild asters about a month ago. Just a sweet, tiny emerald beauty for you on a cold wet Monday afternoon.
#BloomScrolling #SpringIsComing #Butterflies
#BloomScrolling #SpringIsComing #Butterflies
November 10, 2025 at 7:03 PM
I spotted this Clouded Sulphur Butterfly in SW Ontario, alighting on some wild asters about a month ago. Just a sweet, tiny emerald beauty for you on a cold wet Monday afternoon.
#BloomScrolling #SpringIsComing #Butterflies
#BloomScrolling #SpringIsComing #Butterflies
We lost our measles elimination status the same week a clutch of raving loony, swivel-eyed anti-public health influencers gained a whole flock of martyrs.
I hope the irony is not lost on any of us.
I hope the irony is not lost on any of us.
November 10, 2025 at 6:47 PM
We lost our measles elimination status the same week a clutch of raving loony, swivel-eyed anti-public health influencers gained a whole flock of martyrs.
I hope the irony is not lost on any of us.
I hope the irony is not lost on any of us.
"Chris d'Entremont totally deserves to eat lunch at the nerd table forever and all the actually cool kids hate him now what a loser."
There's your "government in waiting," Canada.
There's your "government in waiting," Canada.
November 9, 2025 at 6:51 PM
"Chris d'Entremont totally deserves to eat lunch at the nerd table forever and all the actually cool kids hate him now what a loser."
There's your "government in waiting," Canada.
There's your "government in waiting," Canada.
Woke up to an Ontario winter wonderland this morning (that's like a regular winter wonderland, but the snow is so heavy shoveling it feels like pushing around a pile of wet towels).
Instead: here's a picture of the future — this is from next spring.
#Flowers #BloomScrolling #SpringIsComing
Instead: here's a picture of the future — this is from next spring.
#Flowers #BloomScrolling #SpringIsComing
November 9, 2025 at 5:27 PM
Woke up to an Ontario winter wonderland this morning (that's like a regular winter wonderland, but the snow is so heavy shoveling it feels like pushing around a pile of wet towels).
Instead: here's a picture of the future — this is from next spring.
#Flowers #BloomScrolling #SpringIsComing
Instead: here's a picture of the future — this is from next spring.
#Flowers #BloomScrolling #SpringIsComing
"Pull, ye scurvy dogs, pull!" howled the galley master as he beat his ragged drum, "pull that oar or by Neptune's beard I'll whip yon salty hides 'till they're raw! And don't even *dream* of ever leaving this ship! This is the SS Conservative — once ye come aboard, ye shall *never* go ashore again!"
November 9, 2025 at 1:35 AM
"Pull, ye scurvy dogs, pull!" howled the galley master as he beat his ragged drum, "pull that oar or by Neptune's beard I'll whip yon salty hides 'till they're raw! And don't even *dream* of ever leaving this ship! This is the SS Conservative — once ye come aboard, ye shall *never* go ashore again!"
"Hey, what's up with the mask?"
Even if we were in some kinda magical universe where wee chompy gnomes with razor-sharp teeth gnawed all the viruses off of aspirated saliva as it flew out our mouths and noses, I *STILL* would prefer not to inhale strangers' hot flying spit.
G'wan, call me crazy.
Even if we were in some kinda magical universe where wee chompy gnomes with razor-sharp teeth gnawed all the viruses off of aspirated saliva as it flew out our mouths and noses, I *STILL* would prefer not to inhale strangers' hot flying spit.
G'wan, call me crazy.
November 8, 2025 at 6:18 PM
"Hey, what's up with the mask?"
Even if we were in some kinda magical universe where wee chompy gnomes with razor-sharp teeth gnawed all the viruses off of aspirated saliva as it flew out our mouths and noses, I *STILL* would prefer not to inhale strangers' hot flying spit.
G'wan, call me crazy.
Even if we were in some kinda magical universe where wee chompy gnomes with razor-sharp teeth gnawed all the viruses off of aspirated saliva as it flew out our mouths and noses, I *STILL* would prefer not to inhale strangers' hot flying spit.
G'wan, call me crazy.
In the year 2075, Bill Gates' severed head hallucinating in a nutrient bath of nanobots and glycerin in a bunker deep beneath New Zealand won't give a *tinker's damn* whether Florida is above sea level or not, but desperate subsistence farmers preyed on by marauding hordes of nomadic cannibals will.
I wish we could ignore Bill Gates on the climate crisis. But he’s a billionaire, so we can’t | George Monbiot
Money talks – and his essay denouncing ‘near-term emissions goals’ at Cop30 mostly argues the case for letting the ultra-rich off the hook
www.theguardian.com
November 8, 2025 at 4:46 PM
In the year 2075, Bill Gates' severed head hallucinating in a nutrient bath of nanobots and glycerin in a bunker deep beneath New Zealand won't give a *tinker's damn* whether Florida is above sea level or not, but desperate subsistence farmers preyed on by marauding hordes of nomadic cannibals will.
With their immediate raison d'être snuffed out like livestock churned through an abattoir (because that's what they were to the people who owned, fed and grifted off the ostriches), unmoored champions of freedom set out, honking at drag queens or sex-ed or mandates or whatever the hell comes next.
November 8, 2025 at 4:33 PM
With their immediate raison d'être snuffed out like livestock churned through an abattoir (because that's what they were to the people who owned, fed and grifted off the ostriches), unmoored champions of freedom set out, honking at drag queens or sex-ed or mandates or whatever the hell comes next.
"Ready for the Trump rally?"
"Sure am! Got my adult diaper, my ear bandage and third-term banner."
"What, no barbiturates?"
"Barb who?"
"Downers, silly! It's what all the hardcore fans are doing — to feign geriatric narcolepsy."
"But... won't that put me to sleep?"
"Duh."
"Sure am! Got my adult diaper, my ear bandage and third-term banner."
"What, no barbiturates?"
"Barb who?"
"Downers, silly! It's what all the hardcore fans are doing — to feign geriatric narcolepsy."
"But... won't that put me to sleep?"
"Duh."
November 8, 2025 at 3:16 PM
"Ready for the Trump rally?"
"Sure am! Got my adult diaper, my ear bandage and third-term banner."
"What, no barbiturates?"
"Barb who?"
"Downers, silly! It's what all the hardcore fans are doing — to feign geriatric narcolepsy."
"But... won't that put me to sleep?"
"Duh."
"Sure am! Got my adult diaper, my ear bandage and third-term banner."
"What, no barbiturates?"
"Barb who?"
"Downers, silly! It's what all the hardcore fans are doing — to feign geriatric narcolepsy."
"But... won't that put me to sleep?"
"Duh."
This isn't some kinda hyperbole or metaphor or crystal ball-tugging; buddy has said as much in no uncertain terms: your constitutional rights are safe wheresover they do not impede his ideological goals.
This is who he is. And *million* of our neighbours love him.
www.cbc.ca/news/politic...
This is who he is. And *million* of our neighbours love him.
www.cbc.ca/news/politic...
November 8, 2025 at 2:59 PM
This isn't some kinda hyperbole or metaphor or crystal ball-tugging; buddy has said as much in no uncertain terms: your constitutional rights are safe wheresover they do not impede his ideological goals.
This is who he is. And *million* of our neighbours love him.
www.cbc.ca/news/politic...
This is who he is. And *million* of our neighbours love him.
www.cbc.ca/news/politic...
Effecting change in a democracy, how it started/going.
November 8, 2025 at 2:02 PM
Effecting change in a democracy, how it started/going.
How it started / how it's going.
"Of COURSE we condemn any politician who crosses the ai-ai-yi-yi, yikes, how embarrassing."
"Of COURSE we condemn any politician who crosses the ai-ai-yi-yi, yikes, how embarrassing."
November 7, 2025 at 7:44 PM
How it started / how it's going.
"Of COURSE we condemn any politician who crosses the ai-ai-yi-yi, yikes, how embarrassing."
"Of COURSE we condemn any politician who crosses the ai-ai-yi-yi, yikes, how embarrassing."
The Beachcombers, a🧵
The flaming hulk of the Canadian Conservative Party runs aground near Molly's Reach and Nick is convinced there's a fortune to be made if he can get aboard and salvage what's left of the party before the tide comes in. But will anybody in Gibsons help him?
Thursday at 9:00
The flaming hulk of the Canadian Conservative Party runs aground near Molly's Reach and Nick is convinced there's a fortune to be made if he can get aboard and salvage what's left of the party before the tide comes in. But will anybody in Gibsons help him?
Thursday at 9:00
November 7, 2025 at 6:13 PM
The Beachcombers, a🧵
The flaming hulk of the Canadian Conservative Party runs aground near Molly's Reach and Nick is convinced there's a fortune to be made if he can get aboard and salvage what's left of the party before the tide comes in. But will anybody in Gibsons help him?
Thursday at 9:00
The flaming hulk of the Canadian Conservative Party runs aground near Molly's Reach and Nick is convinced there's a fortune to be made if he can get aboard and salvage what's left of the party before the tide comes in. But will anybody in Gibsons help him?
Thursday at 9:00
"But Constable Constable-"
"Don't 'but Constable Constable' me, Addonidas. The wreck of the Conservative Party is off limits and that's final!"
"Lots of it is salvageable!"
"It's not safe! There's MPs leaping off the poop deck, it's leaking flopsweat-"
"They called you corrupt, y'know."
"[sigh] Ok."
"Don't 'but Constable Constable' me, Addonidas. The wreck of the Conservative Party is off limits and that's final!"
"Lots of it is salvageable!"
"It's not safe! There's MPs leaping off the poop deck, it's leaking flopsweat-"
"They called you corrupt, y'know."
"[sigh] Ok."
November 7, 2025 at 6:06 PM
"But Constable Constable-"
"Don't 'but Constable Constable' me, Addonidas. The wreck of the Conservative Party is off limits and that's final!"
"Lots of it is salvageable!"
"It's not safe! There's MPs leaping off the poop deck, it's leaking flopsweat-"
"They called you corrupt, y'know."
"[sigh] Ok."
"Don't 'but Constable Constable' me, Addonidas. The wreck of the Conservative Party is off limits and that's final!"
"Lots of it is salvageable!"
"It's not safe! There's MPs leaping off the poop deck, it's leaking flopsweat-"
"They called you corrupt, y'know."
"[sigh] Ok."
"Jeez, Nick. I dunno."
"Jessie, I'm telling you, there's lots of good stuff left in the Conservative Party: whiteboards, telephones, photocop-"
"And it's all held together with spite and loathing. No thanks, Nick."
"We could get top dollar!"
"We'd *never* get the stink of fear off that stuff, Nick."
"Jessie, I'm telling you, there's lots of good stuff left in the Conservative Party: whiteboards, telephones, photocop-"
"And it's all held together with spite and loathing. No thanks, Nick."
"We could get top dollar!"
"We'd *never* get the stink of fear off that stuff, Nick."
November 7, 2025 at 5:19 PM
"Jeez, Nick. I dunno."
"Jessie, I'm telling you, there's lots of good stuff left in the Conservative Party: whiteboards, telephones, photocop-"
"And it's all held together with spite and loathing. No thanks, Nick."
"We could get top dollar!"
"We'd *never* get the stink of fear off that stuff, Nick."
"Jessie, I'm telling you, there's lots of good stuff left in the Conservative Party: whiteboards, telephones, photocop-"
"And it's all held together with spite and loathing. No thanks, Nick."
"We could get top dollar!"
"We'd *never* get the stink of fear off that stuff, Nick."
Fair point, they haven't much chance of winning the next federal election with Mr. Poilievre at the helm, but are we *sure* winning is what they want?
Seems to me, the last ten years have inured the party intelligentsia to perpetual, petulant, knee-jerk opposition. Like Mrs. Doyle famously says....
Seems to me, the last ten years have inured the party intelligentsia to perpetual, petulant, knee-jerk opposition. Like Mrs. Doyle famously says....
November 7, 2025 at 4:00 PM
Fair point, they haven't much chance of winning the next federal election with Mr. Poilievre at the helm, but are we *sure* winning is what they want?
Seems to me, the last ten years have inured the party intelligentsia to perpetual, petulant, knee-jerk opposition. Like Mrs. Doyle famously says....
Seems to me, the last ten years have inured the party intelligentsia to perpetual, petulant, knee-jerk opposition. Like Mrs. Doyle famously says....
"We can go take a look, but we won't find nuthin' — nuthin' worth saving, I mean."
"Oh c'mon, Relic! It's the Conservative Party of Canada! Why, they've been around since-"
"Since McKay amalgamated to Reform in 2003. Decades of mismanagement and now-"
"Poilievre?"
"That piffleswipe ran it aground."
"Oh c'mon, Relic! It's the Conservative Party of Canada! Why, they've been around since-"
"Since McKay amalgamated to Reform in 2003. Decades of mismanagement and now-"
"Poilievre?"
"That piffleswipe ran it aground."
November 7, 2025 at 3:03 PM
"We can go take a look, but we won't find nuthin' — nuthin' worth saving, I mean."
"Oh c'mon, Relic! It's the Conservative Party of Canada! Why, they've been around since-"
"Since McKay amalgamated to Reform in 2003. Decades of mismanagement and now-"
"Poilievre?"
"That piffleswipe ran it aground."
"Oh c'mon, Relic! It's the Conservative Party of Canada! Why, they've been around since-"
"Since McKay amalgamated to Reform in 2003. Decades of mismanagement and now-"
"Poilievre?"
"That piffleswipe ran it aground."
"The draft you submitted is good," said the AI-fancying editor, "the narrative engaging, the prose colourful without being overbearing, the facts pertinent and well researched. So we're going to run it through an automaton that simulates Mr. Magoo on a handful of magic mushrooms and six beers."
I decided to press on, because its utter inability to edit interested me. I proposed it code a bash script to use spellcheck software such as aspell, taking LLM out of the equation. It then fabricated MORE text!
It was honest about this being a case of context rot. But it couldn't remedy it.
It was honest about this being a case of context rot. But it couldn't remedy it.
November 7, 2025 at 2:41 PM
"The draft you submitted is good," said the AI-fancying editor, "the narrative engaging, the prose colourful without being overbearing, the facts pertinent and well researched. So we're going to run it through an automaton that simulates Mr. Magoo on a handful of magic mushrooms and six beers."
A couple of weeks ago Mr. Poilievre was threatening to have Trudeau arrested and expose the "corrupt RCMP," and this morning we discover that his party enforcers are "threatening to ruin" the next Conservative — his own people! — to cross the floor.
How would you describe that leadership style?
How would you describe that leadership style?
November 7, 2025 at 2:08 PM
A couple of weeks ago Mr. Poilievre was threatening to have Trudeau arrested and expose the "corrupt RCMP," and this morning we discover that his party enforcers are "threatening to ruin" the next Conservative — his own people! — to cross the floor.
How would you describe that leadership style?
How would you describe that leadership style?
Ackshully... [ahem] Jesus on toast is called Transubstantiation. You're welcome.
Ever seen a car smile at you? That's apophenia.
From faces on Mars to Jesus on toast, these curiosities likely stem from mistaken identification and our brains’ overinterpretation of what our eyes see.
Learn more about our brains' desire to make connections and identify patterns ➡️ w.wiki/4wUF
From faces on Mars to Jesus on toast, these curiosities likely stem from mistaken identification and our brains’ overinterpretation of what our eyes see.
Learn more about our brains' desire to make connections and identify patterns ➡️ w.wiki/4wUF
November 7, 2025 at 1:27 PM
Ackshully... [ahem] Jesus on toast is called Transubstantiation. You're welcome.
"Forget about it, Nick."
"Forget it? No way! There's good salvage in there: a whole political party, with enforcers and spin doctors and-"
"It's hot garbage."
"But Relic, once it stops burning-"
"Back home we had a saying for a party in that kinda shape."
"Oh?"
"The arse has gone out of her, Nick."
"Forget it? No way! There's good salvage in there: a whole political party, with enforcers and spin doctors and-"
"It's hot garbage."
"But Relic, once it stops burning-"
"Back home we had a saying for a party in that kinda shape."
"Oh?"
"The arse has gone out of her, Nick."
November 7, 2025 at 1:23 PM
"Forget about it, Nick."
"Forget it? No way! There's good salvage in there: a whole political party, with enforcers and spin doctors and-"
"It's hot garbage."
"But Relic, once it stops burning-"
"Back home we had a saying for a party in that kinda shape."
"Oh?"
"The arse has gone out of her, Nick."
"Forget it? No way! There's good salvage in there: a whole political party, with enforcers and spin doctors and-"
"It's hot garbage."
"But Relic, once it stops burning-"
"Back home we had a saying for a party in that kinda shape."
"Oh?"
"The arse has gone out of her, Nick."
Captain Poilievre was glad, in a weird, macabre way, of the silence — the sudden, stunned quiet after all the bursting bulkheads and the shrieking passengers leaping into the Atlantic.
Now, he was alone; only the wheelhouse creaking as the icy brine worked its way up the windows, inch by inch.
Now, he was alone; only the wheelhouse creaking as the icy brine worked its way up the windows, inch by inch.
November 7, 2025 at 3:15 AM
Captain Poilievre was glad, in a weird, macabre way, of the silence — the sudden, stunned quiet after all the bursting bulkheads and the shrieking passengers leaping into the Atlantic.
Now, he was alone; only the wheelhouse creaking as the icy brine worked its way up the windows, inch by inch.
Now, he was alone; only the wheelhouse creaking as the icy brine worked its way up the windows, inch by inch.
"Oh, so you think you got 'em all, huh? You reckon that's the end of it, do you? Sure, sure. You go right on telling yourselves you're safe now, the danger is past. Go on, enjoy your ignorance while it lasts [cry-sobbing in ironic regret and loathing]."
November 6, 2025 at 9:16 PM
"Oh, so you think you got 'em all, huh? You reckon that's the end of it, do you? Sure, sure. You go right on telling yourselves you're safe now, the danger is past. Go on, enjoy your ignorance while it lasts [cry-sobbing in ironic regret and loathing]."
Post legalization, most of the people smoking it are the same who were smoking it before. They're savvy re: safe dosage and limits.
But eating it? A whole new market opened up for folks curious about gummies, and they weren't prepared for that most basic of safe-imbibing tactics: COUNT! YOUR! HITS!
But eating it? A whole new market opened up for folks curious about gummies, and they weren't prepared for that most basic of safe-imbibing tactics: COUNT! YOUR! HITS!
Alcohol still leading cause of substance-related hospitalizations in Canada, with cannabis now a ‘concerning’ second
Hospital data for substance use visits now counts CHS, a growing weed-related illness
pressprogress.ca/alcohol-stil...
Hospital data for substance use visits now counts CHS, a growing weed-related illness
pressprogress.ca/alcohol-stil...
Alcohol Still Leading Cause of Substance-related Hospitalizations in Canada, With Cannabis now a ‘Concerning’ Second
Hospital data for substance use visits now counts CHS, a growing weed-related illness
pressprogress.ca
November 6, 2025 at 8:50 PM
Post legalization, most of the people smoking it are the same who were smoking it before. They're savvy re: safe dosage and limits.
But eating it? A whole new market opened up for folks curious about gummies, and they weren't prepared for that most basic of safe-imbibing tactics: COUNT! YOUR! HITS!
But eating it? A whole new market opened up for folks curious about gummies, and they weren't prepared for that most basic of safe-imbibing tactics: COUNT! YOUR! HITS!