So basically, you shoot a potato from a cannon, through a wall of butter

And following on yesterday I was so wiped out that I canceled on a singing gig this afternoon in favor of sleeping until after two o'clock. Have some more links.

1. I was previously unfamiliar with the art of Roger Dautais, but since some of it resembles tidepool mummies, I'm in favor. He reminds me of Andy Goldsworthy, too, but with fewer dry stone walls, more ocean.

2. I don't know Wang Xuerou and Hao Ruoqi, either, but they perform stunning narrative dance. I must say that the plot of the film which inspired this number looks, at least according to Wikipedia summary, also pretty damn queer. A fox spirit is involved.

3. Funnier than its title, also not: from the New York Times' series of Op-Eds from the Future, Jeff VanderMeer's "It's 2071, and We Have Bioengineered Our Own Extinction."

4. Well, this installment of Existential Comics lands close to home: "Wittgenstein at the Doctor."

5. "Best predatory journal spam invite ever." I am especially fond of the comment "Laugh all you want but Keyword is a field whose time has come."

I may or may not even stare at a movie. I have this cat.

Un oykh dan mir heybn on oyfsnay, vi s'volt gornit nit geshen

I have no connection to this project beyond happiness that it exists, but Gay Apparel: A Queer Holiday Flash Fiction Anthology (ed. Rachel Sharp) is now available! It is a charity anthology, not available in stores: donate to the charity of choice of the editor or any of the authors, show them your receipt, and receive a double dozen stories of winter holiday queerness in assorted e-formats with a festive, appropriately rainbowed cover. For example, in exchange for proof of donation to SMYAL, Jeannelle M. Ferreira will send you a beautiful little Hanukkah story featuring the nb/f lead couple from the sequel-in-progress to her acclaimed lesbian Regency romance The Covert Captain (2018), along with all its fine-looking ToC-mates. I would if I were you. I mean, I did.