Paraic O’Donnell
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Paraic O’Donnell
@paraicodonnell.bsky.social
Writer | The Naming of the Birds (Jan. 2025) l The House on Vesper Sands | Lives in a very small way.

https://vspr.st
If we could but lift our eyes to the light of grace.
February 8, 2025 at 6:26 PM
So sorry, everyone. I’ve been here for a bit, which is why I’m now missing out on all the pub day fun. It’s tiresome, but what—apart from a spectacular suicide involving a funicular and a porpoise costume—can you do? I’ll be back soon. Love and peace, weirdos.
February 7, 2025 at 7:53 AM
Honestly, if it had been up to me, she’d have won again the following year just for this.
January 11, 2025 at 9:00 PM
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January 11, 2025 at 6:03 PM
I see that Connections has its own little scoring bot now, which is nice. I’m especially tickled by this screen, where it gamely tries to piece together what those hapless meat puppets can possibly have been thinking.
January 11, 2025 at 12:26 PM
Wanna go back downstairs and unsee my etchings?
January 10, 2025 at 1:16 PM
When you do a demonstrably perfect joke and it gets precisely two likes.
January 4, 2025 at 4:27 PM
`...thinned / To an air-sharpened blade...‘
January 2, 2025 at 6:08 PM
I got it from the Bad Place, but there are doubtless less evil alternatives.
December 28, 2024 at 3:24 PM
My friends, I have discovered the existence of decorative electrical tape and nothing is ever going to be the same.
December 28, 2024 at 2:13 PM
Finally catching up on that homework. (Some resourcefulness was called for.) Feeling it so far.
December 24, 2024 at 7:48 PM
Accidental Christina’s World: Death Stranding Edition.

(Also, I spent a full twenty minutes tasering lunatic cargo cultists to clear the frame for this capture, so don’t say I never do anything for you.)
December 19, 2024 at 10:32 PM
Oh, bless. Look what the tech bros have invented again. Yes, typewriters have been a thing for a century and a half, but just act excited when they show it to you, okay?
December 19, 2024 at 4:18 PM
Taking a device-free day today. Just some lazy seasonal tunes as we decorate the tree together and remember what matters most.
December 18, 2024 at 4:57 PM
December 14, 2024 at 11:26 AM
So, that pangram this morning. I trust that I was not alone among the faithful in feeling the teensiest frisson of gratification?
December 14, 2024 at 10:47 AM
—What’s in the box?
—Pain. And typos, knowing my luck. Mainly pain, though.
December 13, 2024 at 11:48 AM
Tears in rain, my dissolute lovelies. Tears in rain.
December 12, 2024 at 8:04 PM
Is it mixtapes and Korean barbecue, then a sequence of implausible mixups culminating in a frantic dash to the airport and finally romance?

It is, isn’t it?
December 12, 2024 at 11:05 AM
Was reminded of this today, but it is surely meet at any hour to revere what was wrought by the genius of angels.
December 11, 2024 at 7:11 PM
I see the early reviews are starting to trickle out.
December 11, 2024 at 5:17 PM
Was doing a podcast just now, and the host kindly alerted me to this existence of this pronunciation guide.

It is…well, it is certainly imaginative, but it is also wrong in ways that are mystifyingly orthogonal not only to the correct rendering but to the process of vocal articulation itself.
December 11, 2024 at 5:09 PM
Toto needed the perfect simile for a big fuck-off mountain, so they went with a different big fuck-off mountain.

And in all sincerity, even if I live to hear it another 10,000 times, I will never fail to marvel at that majestic display of artistic self-assurance.
December 10, 2024 at 1:36 PM
Wtf? I really need to stop updating my to-do list at 3 a.m.
December 10, 2024 at 12:50 PM
Special Snowflake Physicist says he kept putting snowflake books out until they were shifting zero copies, and you kind of have to respect that trifecta of esotericism, candour and balls-out hustle.
December 9, 2024 at 6:31 PM