mystificus@bsky.social
@mystificus.bsky.social
Coffee and books, Chaos and LHP. Theistic Luciferian. Use your brain, or someone else will.
Smaller Swedish businesses have asked us to only pay in cash this week, in order to fight and protest against the increasingly and unhealthy practising of the almighty and unholy #BankID, without which you can't do anything, really. Finally something that I can wholeheartedly support.
Woof.
Woof.
November 25, 2025 at 2:35 AM
Smaller Swedish businesses have asked us to only pay in cash this week, in order to fight and protest against the increasingly and unhealthy practising of the almighty and unholy #BankID, without which you can't do anything, really. Finally something that I can wholeheartedly support.
Woof.
Woof.
I've been so inundated with ads and articles, that I thought Black Friday was last week.
Woof.
Woof.
November 25, 2025 at 2:03 AM
I've been so inundated with ads and articles, that I thought Black Friday was last week.
Woof.
Woof.
My name day.
November 22, 2025 at 10:58 PM
My name day.
First snow! So my sciatica said: "My work is done" and pissed off.
November 19, 2025 at 4:57 PM
First snow! So my sciatica said: "My work is done" and pissed off.
I have to admit, that I'm a bit proud of this.
November 17, 2025 at 3:34 PM
I have to admit, that I'm a bit proud of this.
Waiting for the bus, I had the creamiest of cappuccinos, sitting on an outdoor warm wooden bench, with nice pillows and infrared heater lamps above. I watched people and the dusk, and I suddenly felt absolutely happy and content.
November 5, 2025 at 5:12 PM
Waiting for the bus, I had the creamiest of cappuccinos, sitting on an outdoor warm wooden bench, with nice pillows and infrared heater lamps above. I watched people and the dusk, and I suddenly felt absolutely happy and content.
I'd like to congratulate my very dear friend cwstagg.bsky.social on choosing such a cool day to be born. 😈💀🖤
October 31, 2025 at 7:19 PM
I'd like to congratulate my very dear friend cwstagg.bsky.social on choosing such a cool day to be born. 😈💀🖤
I'm not really gloating, but oh, how incredibly satisfying it is to see a narcissist going down. There'll be prosecco.
October 30, 2025 at 7:48 PM
I'm not really gloating, but oh, how incredibly satisfying it is to see a narcissist going down. There'll be prosecco.
It's +8C, raining, very cold.
Come darkness, dread and fear! Fill me with your grey mohair wooliness, tickle me eternally with promises of dark dreams! Barb me, with your arrows dipped in strange poisons that will transform my mind...aaaargghh!
Just an ordinary Swedish October day. You know.
Come darkness, dread and fear! Fill me with your grey mohair wooliness, tickle me eternally with promises of dark dreams! Barb me, with your arrows dipped in strange poisons that will transform my mind...aaaargghh!
Just an ordinary Swedish October day. You know.
October 30, 2025 at 5:54 PM
It's +8C, raining, very cold.
Come darkness, dread and fear! Fill me with your grey mohair wooliness, tickle me eternally with promises of dark dreams! Barb me, with your arrows dipped in strange poisons that will transform my mind...aaaargghh!
Just an ordinary Swedish October day. You know.
Come darkness, dread and fear! Fill me with your grey mohair wooliness, tickle me eternally with promises of dark dreams! Barb me, with your arrows dipped in strange poisons that will transform my mind...aaaargghh!
Just an ordinary Swedish October day. You know.
For the first time in eighteen years, the nearby lunch restaurant at the old officers' mess is now closed. It's very quiet, and I don't like it, because I hate change.
October 28, 2025 at 2:36 PM
For the first time in eighteen years, the nearby lunch restaurant at the old officers' mess is now closed. It's very quiet, and I don't like it, because I hate change.
I'm actually a devout recyclist.
Today, I stuffed my beloved bag-on-wheels Hildur with as many empty cans I possibly could: £7, sacrebleu! Two days of pork shops.
Today, I stuffed my beloved bag-on-wheels Hildur with as many empty cans I possibly could: £7, sacrebleu! Two days of pork shops.
October 27, 2025 at 10:23 PM
I'm actually a devout recyclist.
Today, I stuffed my beloved bag-on-wheels Hildur with as many empty cans I possibly could: £7, sacrebleu! Two days of pork shops.
Today, I stuffed my beloved bag-on-wheels Hildur with as many empty cans I possibly could: £7, sacrebleu! Two days of pork shops.
I'm now doing Danish on #Duo, and since I'm bi-lingual, I can assure you that the course is seriously flawed. I keep shouting: "Nobody says that!"
What may be ortographically and grammatically correct, is very outdated. People don't talk and write like that, at least not since the late 60s.
What may be ortographically and grammatically correct, is very outdated. People don't talk and write like that, at least not since the late 60s.
October 15, 2025 at 10:28 AM
I'm now doing Danish on #Duo, and since I'm bi-lingual, I can assure you that the course is seriously flawed. I keep shouting: "Nobody says that!"
What may be ortographically and grammatically correct, is very outdated. People don't talk and write like that, at least not since the late 60s.
What may be ortographically and grammatically correct, is very outdated. People don't talk and write like that, at least not since the late 60s.
I'm trying to understand #Duolingo replacing hearts with "energy". Weirdly, you lose it, even when answering correctly. You can easily refill it but have to endure endless ads. So much for "free" education, eh, #Duo, trying to pressure people into buying SuperDuo. That dog won't hunt, so fuck you.
October 15, 2025 at 9:55 AM
Well!
Here I am, and my friends who begged me to join bsky are nowhere to be seen.
Whatever. I've cold milk and cinnamon custard donuts.
Here I am, and my friends who begged me to join bsky are nowhere to be seen.
Whatever. I've cold milk and cinnamon custard donuts.
October 14, 2025 at 12:06 AM
Well!
Here I am, and my friends who begged me to join bsky are nowhere to be seen.
Whatever. I've cold milk and cinnamon custard donuts.
Here I am, and my friends who begged me to join bsky are nowhere to be seen.
Whatever. I've cold milk and cinnamon custard donuts.
I've learnt how to simply walk away from what I hate and loathe, but when it comes to #IanWatkins...I raise a glass, wishing that even his ashes will disintegrate and disappear, as if he never existed.
October 13, 2025 at 11:51 PM
I've learnt how to simply walk away from what I hate and loathe, but when it comes to #IanWatkins...I raise a glass, wishing that even his ashes will disintegrate and disappear, as if he never existed.
I'm secretly thrilled, that it's getting darker and colder. Time to light candles, and curling up with good books and freshly brewed coffee.
October 13, 2025 at 3:05 PM
I'm secretly thrilled, that it's getting darker and colder. Time to light candles, and curling up with good books and freshly brewed coffee.
I'd like to point out, that the Nobel Peace Prize is awarded by a Norweigian committee, since Alfred Nobel thought that Swedes weren't peace-loving enough.
However, all the really important prizes are awarded by Swedish academies and scientific bodies.
However, all the really important prizes are awarded by Swedish academies and scientific bodies.
October 9, 2025 at 5:54 PM
I'd like to point out, that the Nobel Peace Prize is awarded by a Norweigian committee, since Alfred Nobel thought that Swedes weren't peace-loving enough.
However, all the really important prizes are awarded by Swedish academies and scientific bodies.
However, all the really important prizes are awarded by Swedish academies and scientific bodies.
I slammed into a door-handle, being my usual impatient self, and bloody hell, it almost paralysed my forearm. Bit of a bulge there, but I couldn't help laughing at my clumsiness, because it's a 1940's handle, nice and rounded, and I still managed to hurt myself. Some things never change. 😁
October 9, 2025 at 5:33 PM
I slammed into a door-handle, being my usual impatient self, and bloody hell, it almost paralysed my forearm. Bit of a bulge there, but I couldn't help laughing at my clumsiness, because it's a 1940's handle, nice and rounded, and I still managed to hurt myself. Some things never change. 😁
Ah, to be a martyr activist!
I mean, you set out, knowing that you'll be captured, then held in less than agreeable places, and then you moan?
You are NOT my compatriot.
I mean, you set out, knowing that you'll be captured, then held in less than agreeable places, and then you moan?
You are NOT my compatriot.
October 6, 2025 at 5:14 PM
Ah, to be a martyr activist!
I mean, you set out, knowing that you'll be captured, then held in less than agreeable places, and then you moan?
You are NOT my compatriot.
I mean, you set out, knowing that you'll be captured, then held in less than agreeable places, and then you moan?
You are NOT my compatriot.
Oh, Greta. Just piss off.
October 6, 2025 at 4:30 PM
Oh, Greta. Just piss off.
Today, at the supermarket, I bought a small battery for my scales, and as I was busy packing other items, this young bloke behind me just quickly and gently pushed it down towards me, so I wouldn't miss it. I easily could have.
And that's why I love my small town.
And that's why I love my small town.
October 6, 2025 at 4:21 PM
Today, at the supermarket, I bought a small battery for my scales, and as I was busy packing other items, this young bloke behind me just quickly and gently pushed it down towards me, so I wouldn't miss it. I easily could have.
And that's why I love my small town.
And that's why I love my small town.
Fuck Greta.
Free Greta Thunberg and the rest of the illegally detained flotilla activists.
October 6, 2025 at 3:31 PM
Fuck Greta.
It's the #pinkcancer month, so I bought a mini-azalea in order to honour my late and larger-than-life best friend Annika. She had the flattest chest EVER, which makes her death from breast cancer even more poignant.
Women: check your breasts.
Men: check your woman's breasts.
Fondling saves lives.
Women: check your breasts.
Men: check your woman's breasts.
Fondling saves lives.
October 6, 2025 at 2:04 PM
It's the #pinkcancer month, so I bought a mini-azalea in order to honour my late and larger-than-life best friend Annika. She had the flattest chest EVER, which makes her death from breast cancer even more poignant.
Women: check your breasts.
Men: check your woman's breasts.
Fondling saves lives.
Women: check your breasts.
Men: check your woman's breasts.
Fondling saves lives.
Rest in joy, Dame #JillianCooper. Your novels nestle happily together with Aristotle's Poetics on my bookshelf.
October 6, 2025 at 11:09 AM
Rest in joy, Dame #JillianCooper. Your novels nestle happily together with Aristotle's Poetics on my bookshelf.