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Anna Holmes
@annabookwriter.bsky.social
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Author (The Ember of Elyssia Quartet, Fortune's Calling Trilogy, THE BRIDAL PARTY, THE PRINCE WITH SIX FACES). Dice roller. Disabled in the library. All opinions mine. All around nerd.

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If you see this, I IMPLORE you to post a picture from whatever device you’re using without explanation.
The side of a black bus that reads “The Ghost Bus Tours.” At the bottom: “Necrobus Transport.”
November 28, 2025 at 5:04 PM
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Microsoft marketing people: uh oh this boycott is heating up and right before the holidays. What do we do?

Steve from marketing, staring into space and smiling as though he’s just had a vision from god: I got it. X-Crocs.
An extremely ridiculous pair of black crocs molded to look like X-Box controllers. Neon green details contrast with the extremely weird shoe joysticks. The man (let’s be real, these are for a specific kind of man) who wears these will repel every person of good sense. I cannot convey how ugly these are.
November 26, 2025 at 4:40 PM
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Special place in hell for this, alongside the people who let their dogs take a dump in the middle of the walkway.
A big honking work truck parked on the sidewalk leaving a 24 inch gap somewhat negated by the side mirrors sticking out pretty much exactly at head height for an average person. In that tiny gap, you can see ANOTHER VAN DOING THE EXACT SAME THING. Don’t worry, though, he has his flashers on.
November 26, 2025 at 4:29 PM
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Interesting sky tonight. If I had to go to campus on the weekend, this wasn’t a bad way to go about it.
A golden sunset behind Victorian brick domed buildings.
November 23, 2025 at 4:02 PM
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I’m terribly sorry, but this needs alt text.
JD Vance at some fancy dining table. That’s not important. What you need to know is that his tuxedo shirt has an absolutely unforgivable black stripe down the button placket, he’s not wearing an undershirt, and there’s a really large mysterious stain under his left nipple. His face is as cringing as it always is when he tries to approximate a smile, but in this case it absolutely looks like he knows his weird tit stain has been caught on camera.
November 21, 2025 at 11:29 AM
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Someone has strong feelings about this lift. For the record, it does suck.
The plaque on a lift/elevator declares it Graham Hills Lift 39. Underneath, someone has scrawled “shitehole.”
November 18, 2025 at 3:13 PM
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Glasgow’s Duke of Wellington currently has a pigeon wearing a cone on his head! Also here’s a friend at a train station.
The statue of the Duke of Wellington has had a pigeon added onto his head. It reads a newspaper, a small traffic cone rakishly tilted atop its head. An ornate gold and blue column lorded over by an imperious pigeon.
November 17, 2025 at 9:09 PM
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I went to undergraduate creative writing workshops with people who wrote better experimental prose than this.

This is like a bad parody of a Humphrey Bogart character. Does she stare between closed blinds and stare pensively at neon signs? Is she starting a private detective agency?
Screenshot of Olivia Nuzzi’s self pitying book sample. “New York closed in. City and magazine. New York I fled. I drove west. I did not feel alone now. Not yet. What I felt was that the country had snaked its hand up my skirt. What I felt was that I had been lanced by the teeth of a trap set by a man who could not let me go; that as I tried to free myself, the man for whom I worked had run off with the key to the padlock; that the contradiction in terms, the man I trusted most, the Politician, had walked by the scene whistling, and when he saw me there, a mob on the horizon moving closer, he reached out to me, not to lift me to my feet but to pin me down, to drive the teeth of the trap deeper into my flesh, to hike my skirt higher, to wave the mob over to look, to invite the country to lay its hands on me.”
November 17, 2025 at 8:57 PM
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I am certain this label means something to someone, but it’s making me laugh. PANT: I know, right?
The label on a bottle of sports drink. It says “PANT IKR” with a recycled symbol.
November 17, 2025 at 2:03 PM
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Chilling detail. Woody had always been and yet never was.
Screenshot of the article. “Nobody remembers who made him, how or why, or what his first words were.”
November 16, 2025 at 5:03 PM
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Come play with me, Mrs Tom
A conical tree with a molded face slapped on. Its cheery vinyl hat and bow tie underscore the horror of its anaphylaxis-engorged lips, its inexplicably sad brow, and glassy green eyes whose lashes give the impression the thing is weeping.
November 16, 2025 at 4:52 PM
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Guess who didn’t wake up even a little bit even though there was quite a lot of cursing
A crashed out tortie cat sprawled across the heated blanket in my lap.
November 15, 2025 at 10:02 PM
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A rare day of sun.
A small tortie resting on a cushion in the sunny glow of a large window.
November 15, 2025 at 12:43 PM
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I think he’s confused. In WA, we had a much bigger tree that he still tried to climb despite being the size of a bowling ball. Now this one is 4 ft. He’s like “did you shrink or did I grow???”
A small brown tabby kitten nestled amongst the branches of a Christmas tree, equally guilty looking.
November 15, 2025 at 12:28 PM
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The face of someone who has already been caught swiping ornaments and running away with them in his mouth today.
A fat brown tabby sits innocently next to a small Christmas tree. How could you suspect him? He’s just sitting there.
November 15, 2025 at 12:17 PM
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Some other favorites, old and new: Nut Man, a mouse my aunt made out of a walnut in 1990, Conductor Cat, complete with sheet music, and Needles the Hedgehog sharing space with a yet nameless squirrel.

My sister named Nut Man when she was six and Needles was from West Germany.
A gray felt mouse inexplicably made out of a walnut. He wears a fetching red coat with black bead buttons and a sprig of holly. In his hand you can see the remains of a tinsel magic wand. No, there’s no reason he should have a magic wand; he just did. A felt brown and white cat in white vest, black tails and a red bow tie spreads his arms wide. In one hand, he holds a very sparse score, in the other, a baton. Underneath a red felt squirrel balancing packages against his green scarf-clad neck is a small plastic hedgehog with soft “quills”.
November 14, 2025 at 1:40 PM
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Victoria and Albert here are keeping me company while I work. They’re new here.

We brought some of the non-breakable sentimental ornaments from home. Like the bizarre Christmas towel my worst uncle’s ex girlfriend made before I was born. Why wouldn’t I bring that?
Two felt mice hanging on a Christmas tree. She wears a white lace gown and sparky black sash and a gold crown. He wears a red coat with gold cuffs, collars, and buttons, along with blue trousers and a crown. Between them, a cross-stitched towel with a Christmas tree and the word “Noel” on it.
November 14, 2025 at 1:33 PM
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Please ignore the white fuzz from Percy clawing the blanket and look at my girl using her toy leek as a pillow.

She has a love hate relationship with Leek.
A small tortie tenderly rests her chin atop a stuffed leek toy.
November 13, 2025 at 8:57 PM
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My professor knew we were all stressed so he gave us Play Doh and told us to sculpt a stage in the information life cycle.
Purple play doh mashed into a heart.
November 12, 2025 at 4:58 PM
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Finally picked up a needle minder so I don’t stab needles into my shirt or the couch and it’s a game changer. Maybe I will finally keep some needles!

Magician tarot needle minder from BlackFlameStitch on Etsy!

(Please ignore the crease, I got fed up with my hoop today.)
Green Aida cloth with gold leaves and red berries. In the upper right corner is a magnetic black and gold tarot card to keep needles handy. The card has a pair of hands and a magic orb of some sort.
November 8, 2025 at 2:03 PM
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From the company that brought you Lil Satan and Angel Kid chilling together, Playmobil brings you What the Hell is Going on in This Advent Calendar?
A very pink winter scene including rabbits, a pink snowman definitely holding a Star of David on a stick, a cauldron, a chick with flowery antlers, and a guy with a saxophone. The pieces you get in the set, including a winged yellow foal, antler girl and a Santa-inspired friend, both in very short skirts, I think a magic wand, lumberjack bro, and throwing star snowflakes. Admittedly I’d have loved it, but WTF.
November 7, 2025 at 12:05 AM
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Yes. To all of these.
Google suggestions. People also ask Is K-pop Demon Hunter LGBTQ? What is the hardest crochet pattern in the world? What is the most sold crochet item? What's the difference between crochet and amigurumi?
November 6, 2025 at 10:17 PM
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My colleague spotted this today and all I have to say is this is a cult. That’s fucking religious propaganda.
A stack of magazines called The Chemical Engineer. Top story: “Putting Your Trust in AI: Why Trust is Just As Important as Technology in AI.” The illustration is basically a fucking Jehovah’s Witness pamphlet, a human hand reaching for a spectral/celestial sort of hand.
November 5, 2025 at 11:01 PM
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I’m here, you fuckaas bitch
A snowy night at the Denny’s, a truly mediocre sit down restaurant. A Temu IHOP. Mostly known for theater kids and fistfights. Guess which one I did.
November 4, 2025 at 12:40 AM
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My sister is shipping my manual chair to its new home and the box we sent her to do so is fuckin enormous. She is fully inside that thing. She’s seated, but still.

Which is funny, because a beloved pastime when she was a kid was cramming herself into cardboard boxes to watch movies.
An extremely large cardboard box sitting on the ground with a hand reaching out.
November 4, 2025 at 12:08 AM