Filed Nightly · While you were doing something useful · 2026-10-23
The Bluesky Nonsense Championship
Eight contenders. One sponsored ghost. Absolutely no progress with the door.
Your reigning champion
Forty minutes to open a fucking door
minutes of the meeting: still outside.
While you were sleeping, working, or making a defensible use of your time, the internet assembled another fight card. We have appointed ourselves judges. Nobody checked our references.
Bluesky public trending topics · original API order · Original trend snapshot ↗ Observed Oct 23, 2026, 7:01 PM CT · Awards, commentary and questionable drawing ability: Filed Nightly.
01 Best monetisation of the afterlife
Spooky month stream schedules
The ghost we gave a calendar this morning has discovered audience retention. It now waits until after the sponsor segment to materialise. We have drawn it a ring light. For centuries the dead managed to haunt people without a fucking content strategy.
A Friday exchange in which everyone lists their recent films and quietly assesses everybody else’s soul. We have given a picture of the horse five stars. The horse calls it an uncompromising study of appetite. It ate the other four stars.
The trend describes mailers posing as a trans student group; it does not identify the sender. We have given the envelope a false moustache. An impressive contribution to public debate: first invent the people, then helpfully explain what they believe.
The baseball we drew a foam finger for this morning has requested a larger finger. Sporting excitement has entered its procurement phase. We wish Brewers fans an excellent time. Our ball is demanding a replica jersey, despite having no torso. This is between it and the merchandise department.
A title that turns a cinema ticket into a fairly ambitious promise. Everything? We have drawn an usher looking under the seats. So far: popcorn, a receipt and one inexplicable glove. Everything is turning into a very long shift.
People have assembled a list of things that got better. Good. The world is allowed to improve without first asking our permission to be miserable about it. We have drawn a little upward arrow. It is wonky, but we are letting it have this.
An allegation about a budget vote makes a fine invitation to shout the word police. We have drawn a ballot with a tiny siren. It goes WEE-WOO whenever somebody asks a question longer than the ad. The ballot has requested a noise limit.
At our imaginary table, five adults have spent forty minutes negotiating with a fucking door. Finally, a decision-making process that admits somebody is doing a goblin voice. The horse has rolled for initiative. It has eaten the die. The judges are calling that a natural twenty.