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Forty-one things i did in the Netherlands

Spilt my hot chocolate all over the table on the ferry · Seen tonnes of posters for the recent election · Hugged my oma and papa for the first time in six years · Visited her in her new flat · Bought a bami kroket… thing from a vending machine · Eaten brunch with the entire family · Got locked out of a fare gate · Accidentally sat in first class · Relaxed in the quiet carriage · Marvelled at the futuristic toilets on the train · Contemplated faith at the Begijnhof · Hugged a tree in a bookshop · Ambled past a makeshift Ukrainian cultural centre · Walked through residential Amsterdam neighbourhoods in the rain · Got high · Laughed at the animals at the zoo · Had a staring contest with an otter · Read a sign explaining their elephant had PTSD · Savoured the sweet taste of appeltaart · Been freaked out by mandrils (they just looked like deformed children dragging their arms along the ground to me) · Sweat half my weight in water out in the butterfly garden · Watched microbial scientists at work · Wondered why they had binturong poop but no binturongs · Been confronted with a dead baby giraffe

A clock tower with a wind rose instead of a clock face, pointing north

Realised that that’s not a clock, that’s a giant wind rose · Found out that six years later, they’re still restoring The Night Watch · Discovered new favourite paintings · Admired the gumption of defeating the British in naval battle and hanging their coat of arms up in the Rijksmuseum · Seen possibly the first condom ever displayed in a prestigious art gallery · Wondered just how Jac van Looij made those blues so blue · Felt smugly superior to everyone crowding around the three Van Goghs · Learned that that painting that looks like a photo was, indeed, based on a photo · Confronted the Netherlands’ colonial legacy via diorama · Remembered that Louis Napoleon was King of the Netherlands for a bit · Ogled at some surviving Renaissance smut · Marvelled at the syncretism of the Græco-Buddhists · Had my route back home interrupted by the Sinterklaas parade · Scoffed at the price of McDonald’s · Wished i’d just taken the plane, whilst trying to get to sleep · Wished i had stayed longer · Made plans to go back.

Lords of Misrule 2025 — let the misrule begin!

Lords of Misrule 2025

Io Saturnalia, friends, and welcome to the fifth annual edition of The Satyrs’ Forest Lords of Misrule! First, i would like to apologise to my fellow θιασῶται for the delay — i was on private satyr business in Batavia, and you know what they’re like in those kabouter-coffeeshops.

Still, perhaps the extra wait was for the best. As i write this in late November, there is real, honest-to-Bacchus snow falling right outside my window, the sort of thing i had figured climate change would forever banish to mid-January doldrums. A perfect day for it.

For all of the new fauns among us who are unaware of our peculiar tradition, here’s how it works: in the spirit of Saturnalia, from December the 17th to the 23rd, i’m putting you in charge of The Satyrs’ Forest. If you write or put together anything, absolutely anything, and submit it to misrule@satyrs.eu by the 15th of December, 2025, i’ll put it up on the site, etched in stone for all to see. Temporary defacements of pages are also quite welcome, though they will, of course, be taken down on the 24th.

As ever, i kindly ask that you refrain from political polemics and anything that would get these woods in trouble with the British law. Other than that, anything goes: An avant-garde jazz record about the history of duvets. A rant about how frogs just ain’t what they used to be. Whatever you, my lords of misrule, want.

My inbox is open for business, so as always: have fun, be merry, and don’t be afraid to get weird with it!

—Xanthe

Mx Tynehorne’s link roundup, volume LV

I’ve been getting into Nine Inch Nails recently, and i have to ask… how the hell did The Downward Spiral elude me for this long? What a goated album.

I went to a local astronomers’ meetup the other night. Apparently they gather every new moon by the reservoir to do more proper dark-sky stargazing — they picked the new moon, i assume, to avoid a scheduling conflict with the werewolves.

Words my spell-checker refuses to believe are real

I’ve been in the process of writing sci-fi furry smut recently. (Don’t ask why — i don’t know either! The brain wants what it wants, and it’s decided it won’t let me get any alternate-history ideas1 until i push out the idle trivia about marsupial anatomy.)2

You’ll probably not get to read it unless i end up hiding a secret link in a footnote somewhere, but nevertheless, it has been an… edifying experience in learning the limitations of VS Code’s rudimentary spell-checker extension.3 As the title promises: here are some words it refuses to believe exist.

  • identikit
  • refinagling (understandable)
  • crewmate
  • filmmaking
  • miscalibration
  • kevlar (not even capitalised)
  • medbay (again, understandable)
  • dingus
  • bearcat
  • unmatted
  • coifed
  • glutes
  • voicebox
  • pitter, but not patter
  • blacklight
  • taur (once again, understandable)
  • hindlegs, but not forelegs
  • hindpaw, but not forepaw
  • mitosed

Mx Tynehorne’s link roundup, volume LIV

Quite a few this time! I happened upon, like, six fascinating links in a row right after publishing the fifty-third link roundup and didn’t want to repeat myself too soon. Regardless:

I went to a Unitarian church service1 yesterday, the first time i’d ever done anything of that sort in my life — having been raised atheist, and Paganism being a quite lonely path — and it was… surprisingly affirming? I’ll say this much, at least: it’s the only hymn-book i’ve ever seen that features “Bread and Roses”.

Stuff i watched recently, October ’25

A montage of the undermentioned films

An odd commonality with many of today’s films is that, because either their production companies have gone default or nobody really cares about them any more, you can watch them for free on Youtube in varying degrees of quality right now. Videos have been linked where applicable.

Her (2013)

Every baffling product that’s come out of Silicon Valley in the past ten years can be explained by this film. They’ve all seen it, and they all desperately want to make it real.

The Humane AI Pin? Joaquin Phoenix carries around a little camera doodad in his pocket that he talks to instead of using a screen. Windows Recall? Scarlett Johansson helps organise his computer. People grieving the loss of their AI girlfriends? You know it. It’s a marvel they haven’t tried to abolish our keyboards yet.

It’s generally a strange experience watching Her in 2025, because it was right on the money about so many things that it now barely registers as science fiction. Mr Phoenix and Ms Johansson’s robosexual relationship is meant to be beautiful, and it is ­— the most tender sex scene of the twenty-first century occurs entirely through voice — but you have to work to quiet that little voice in your head going “lol, this loser fell in love with ChatGPT.” (8/10)

Weapons (2025)

Weapons takes the Silence of the Lambs approach to horror, being more of a nerve-wracking thriller with some spooky bits in it than a traditional “horror movie”, and is all the better for it. Satisfying as that ending was, it still seemed to be missing a little extra oomph to me. (7/10)

A Matter of Life and Death (1946)

“This is the universe. Big, isn't it?”

My word, how had i never seen this before? Seeing nineteen-forties Britain in Technicolor would be worth the price of admission alone, but everything about this tale of heaven and earth is so touching, even when it suddenly decides to be about British–American postwar relations. An all-time classic. (10/10) (Watch now!)

Breakdown (1997)

The best kind of 6/10: a serviceable mid-afternoon action flick where Kurt Russell does his take on The Vanishing. (6/10) (Watch now!)

Dog Soldiers (2002)

Possibly the best werewolf movie we’re ever going to get? They do some brilliant stuff with what’s clearly quite a low budget. “I hope i give you the shits” is going in the movie one-liner hall of fame. (6/10) (Watch now!)

Matinee (1993)

From the director of Gremlins comes a nice little film where John Goodman plays a William Castle–type gimmick-horror director trying to promote his new B-movie in the shadow of the Cuban Missile Crisis. A wonderful watch, if a bit slow to get going — every second we see of Mant!, the fictional creature feature, is hilarious. (7/10) (Watch now!)

Lord of War (2005)

Great intro, good-but-messy everything else. It’s weird seeing a depiction of Ukraine in pop culture before it all got coloured by the war. Nic Cage delivers as always. (6/10)

Downfall (2004)

You know, this “Adolf Hitler” guy doesn’t strike me as a very nice fellow. (7/10) (Watch now… if you can speak German!)

Re-Animator (1985)

“And what would a note say, Dan? ‘Cat dead, details later’?”

Oh, this is glorious. It’s cheap and crummy, but in the best way possible. Every actor knows exactly the sort of film they’re in and delivers a performance to match. The special effects alternate between brilliant and hilarious. Watch it with your friends if at all possible! (7/10) (Watch now!)

Caught Stealing and One Battle After Another (2025)

These were the last two films i saw at the cinema, and they tread similar ground, so i thought i’d talk about them together.

“We’re in enough trouble with HaShem as it is without driving on Shabbas.”

The only other Darren Aronofsky film i’d seen before was π, and while my understanding is that the two are outliers in his filmography, Caught Stealing makes a great spiritual sequel, a stylish, high-octane, downward-spiralling crime caper squeezing every last drop of cosmopolitan flavour from its New York setting. Austin Butler is magnetic, and Matt Smith kills it in his role as the instigating punk, but the real star of the show is surely Tonic, the acting cat. Possible best-of-the-year material. (9/10)

“If you don’t give me the rendezvous point, i swear to God i will hunt you down and stick a loaded fucking hot piece of dynamite right up your fucking asshole.”

Of the two, One Battle After Another has been the better-received, rapturously applauded from all around as The Film Of The Year, a Very Important All-Timer Film with lots to say about The Issues. And while it is great, i can’t help but think… calm down? It’s not the Second Coming.

Leonardo DiCaprio’s excellence was already pre-assumed, but Benicio del Toro’s Sensei Sergio is surely the coolest guy of the twenty-twenties. Everyone else does nothing but larp, larp, larp about how cool and revolutionary they are (or how bvsed and rvdpvlled they are, in the antagonists’ case), but he’s out there quietly putting in the work to protect his little community without needing to brag about him. How can you not love a man with a secret ladder with a carpet that unrolls to hide the entrance? (8/10)

In praise of binturongs

I recently learned about binturongs, ridiculous animals which look like a hybrid of roughly five different cute critters, galumph about the place, and smell suspiciously like popcorn1. Thank you to the algorithmic Youtube overlords for blessing me with the above video.

More on binturongs:

Mx Tynehorne’s link roundup, volume LIII

The Satyrs’ Forest: Now with seasons!

The redesigned front page, showing off eight colour schemes

I’ve always been enamoured with the idea of the website as a living, breathing place; not just a dumb, static object, like a book or a reel of film, but, well, a site, like an ancient oak that bears the scars of all who’ve scrawled their loved ones’ initials on it.

For The Satyrs’ Forest, i’ve been slacking on that ideal. Sure, we have our annual tradition, and i’d change the theme to be more orange in autumn sometimes if i could be bothered, but never anything automatic — something that could outlive me if i dropped dead tomorrow. (Continuing with the forest metaphor, i’d toyed with the idea of a series of annual rings that would grow into different shapes depending on how active i was in updating the site, but quickly realised that my database just wasn’t set up to support that kind of thing.)

I had the itch to tinker with the home page’s design anyway, so i decided to finally implement something to solidly ground this site in the real world: seasonal themes! In daytime, there are four themes, one each for spring, summer, autumn, and winter, which shift throughout the year like an actual forest. There are also three complementing darker themes (spring and summer share one) which activate when it’s night here in Northumbria. That last part was important to me: i wanted the Forest to be like a real place, one that could, of course, be nowhere else but the actual location of the server, not just an ætherial construct where “night” happens whenever it’s past six on the viewer’s clock.

Finally, for the real old-heads, the “Modus anciens” theme replicates the look of the site as it appeared in 2020, when i was just starting out. I’ve always loved those neon purples, even if they don’t fit the arboreal metaphor, and it’s a joy to bring them back.