Stilgherrian

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Word-whore • Write 'em, Talk 'em • Cybers, politics, media • I have a podcast, obviously • Signal +61407623600 • All hail Eris! Vive les poissons rouges sauvages! • Based in Sydney NSW AU. https://stilgherrian.com • https://linktr.ee/stilgherrian

The view across the concrete forecourt of a warehouse. On the right is a truck with its side curtains rolled back. A huge wooden crate sits next to it. In the background, another such crate is being shifted by a forklift.
Social media screenshot, in theory: @whyuhhhhhhhhhh So last week, I noticed my coworker kept saying weird phrases in meetings. Stuff like: "We'll take this to the synergy zone." "Let's triangle back on that." "Put that in the idea fridge." No one reacted. Everyone just nodded like it was normal. I figured it was some corporate lingo I missed. Day two, I hear: "We'll verticalize that bandwidth." I write it down to Google later. Nothing. By day three, I'm starting to use them, too. "Yeah, we should put that in the idea fridge." People nodded. I felt included. Friday rolls around. He pulls me aside and goes: "I've been making them all up. No one knows what they mean." HE GOT THE ENTIRE TEAM SAYING NONSENSE. Even the manager threw out "triangle back" in a call. Now the whole office is trapped in fake jargon with no way out. I respect it. I fear it.
Looking across the street at the still-being-renovated Campsie railway station, which will soon become Campsie metro station. The paving is fresh. The bollards along the edge of the street are shiny and new. The Metro logo glows white on blue. But there’s still some fencing in front of the station entrance. Various pedestrians are strolling past. Behind the building is the yellow and grey light of dusk.
An old colour photo, reddened and stained with age. Two young white men sit at a square table, on which is spread a hex-grid map. On the left, this young bloke has shaggy curly hair and glasses, and he laughs with glee as he points to a pair of dice. It must’ve been a lucky roll! On the right, the other young man seems to be laughing too. He wears a blue beanie. The wall behind them is made of glass in a wooden frame, and on it is posted a map of some sort.
On a cream-coloured wall is scrawled in black the graffiti "Instagram the ghost AI empire", and the same again in red. On the left, a young man with a red backpack is disappearing out of frame.
A Sydney suburban pub lit by the golden light late afternoon sun sprawls around the corner of a busy intersection. The ground floor is tiled in yellow, and poster proclaim the existence of Friday meat raffles and a beer garden. The upper floor is red brick with matching yellow trim around the windows and elsewhere. The roof is red tiles. The sign reads: General Gordon Hotel.
Illustrative stock imagery of a bingo card and bingo player stamps.
Silhouetted against a clear sky is a wooden power pole, with thick cables running to the right and downward to the left, all rising above the treetops. On top of the pole stands an Australian ibis, looking out of frame to the right. On the lower left stands his mate, looking out to the left.
A well-lit room with grey floor and, in the back, well-proportioned wooden shelves, possibly pine, with a variety of art objects. Standing or sitting are 11 white men with short hair or bald, all wearing blue jeans, sneakers, and all but one in a white short-sleeved shirt. There is one woman, who is also white, but she has been allowed to wear a dark blue shirt, unbuttoned, over her uniform white shirt. She does not look happy. No one seems to know what to do with their hands.
Looking out over the Pacific Ocean. On the right-hand side of the photo, riding the mackerel blue waters, are two big black bulk carrier ships, their red hulls high out of the water, their bows pointing to the right. On the far left, closer to us, is a small fishing boat. In the immediate foreground, waves break on the shore. Above are lumpy clouds, and in the in distance there is rain.
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A paved promenade runs between palm trees and others on a bright sunny day. A building which looks like a shed is actually a small cafe. Along its side in huge block letters, perhaps a metre and a half high in places, is painted HOW'S THE SERENITY.
A bird stands on the rough river wall of the Port of Newcastle, its wings outstretched to warm and dry in the sun, the green estuary water behind. it. He’s black, for yes he is a male of the species, apart from a white streak down the side of its head and neck, and a long snake-like neck.
A short video, a close-up of the blue display panel of a toilet hand drier. It shows the image of a fan, which spins, a counter, which counts down from 18 seconds to zero, and an animation of a hand — palm down, fingers togther, thrusting repeatedly into some sort of pouch of crevice. Although it does look like something else…
Screenshot of an email inbox showing three items. Stilgherrian 14:30 YOU PERVERT, I RECORDED YOU! Hello! Unfortunately, there is some bad news for you. Stilgherrian 10:13 YOU PERVERT, I RECORDED YOU! Hello! Unfortunately, there is some bad news for you. Stilgherrian 10:05 YOU PERVERT, I RECORDED YOU! Hello! Unfortunately, there is some bad news for you.
A Chinese man in short-sleeved shirt stands on a railways station platform on a bright sunny day. Behind him stands a very shiny modern train in white, blue, red, and grey livery, with a legend in Lao script.
Chart of Palantir's share price (PLTR:NASDAQ) showing a jump of about 0.75% at about 5pm EDT. Mind you, this is less than the overall change during the trading day. It's all bullshit anyway.
In a city street, by the open door of a restaurant, one of those inflatable figures with waving arms has one arm labelled "Come on!" and it's beckoning people to come inside for "Yummy Korean fried chicken".
It’s a bright sunny day on a suburban street. We’re looking at what has obviously been a corner shop for a century or more, a two-storey building which has been re-rendered in buff-coloured plaster or concrete or something. On the righthand end there’s an open door, above which a blue awning reads “1 STOP SUPERMARKET” with various square photos of food and groceries. The centre part of the wall has two big panels with similar photos. On the left-hand end is a roller door-closed. The upper floor has windows of various shapes, the larger ones with roller shutters. At the right-hand end what was once a balcony is now enclosed. In front of it all is parked a small silver sedan — a car, not a chair.
Screenshot of the caffeine tracking app Piccolo, in tan and white tones. It says I've had 321 mg today, with 160.4 mg still active. A chart shows three coffees spiking earlier, with a decay curve showing all the amounts. And then there's some text: Sleep-aware cutoff Even a 96 mg drink 24h before bedtime wouldn't clear the budget — try a smaller dose.
A clean-shaven white man with greying hair wears a grey t-shirt and spectacles. Yes, it’s Stilgherrian. He looks at the camera and gestures vaguely with his left hand. Behind him, on the floor, there’s a bunch of books stacked against the wall, untidily.
Looking across a suburban street to a three-storey red brick pub. The ground floor’s walls are tiled in yellow. The first floor has arched windows, while the second floor has square. Late afternoon sunlight strikes the left-hand side of the building. On the corner facing us, in the shade, is an illuminated sign reading “Oasis on Beamish”. The awning over the footpath is dark blue, its underside studded with glowing lightbulbs.
Photograph of a lovely little mouse out in the open.
Looking across the street at two classic Victorian-era civic buildings. On the left is a two-storey stone building, three windows wide, with a portico at the front finished in white plaster. Across the top it reads INSTITUTE and on the facade there’s the text “In Memoriam 1914 - 1918”. On the right is a shorter but similar building, with a terrace on top of its portico, and a row of four flagpoles. The flags are limp because there’s no wind, and they can’t be recognised. On the top of the facade is a set of arms (featuring a hawk, wheat, and lion, but drawn incorrectly), and the words TOWN HALL. In between them is a hint of modern architecture, namely the glass entry to a new building behind these two. The sky is bright blue with a few fluffy clouds.