Using a metaphor in front of a man as unimaginative as Ridcully was like a red flag to a bu-- was like putting something very annoying in front of someone who was annoyed by it.

Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies

#GNUTerryPratchett, #SpeakHisName, #Discworld

I missed the 10 year anniversary of Terry's death, but the #gnuterrypratchett hashtag is a great way to find good people on the fediverse, so there's that.

Everyone knows that a great writer creates worlds. What is lesser known and believed, is that in an infinite multiverse, the very greatest writers worlds become universes of their own.

And in one such universe on this day, the world turtle, Great A'tuin, pauses its relentless journey across the stars and remembers. The world it carries grows still. Wars pause, fights end and even the bitterest and most fermented of feuds takes a moment, like the fine wine passed down through the generations that they were, to rest.
Even in the great and ignoble city of Ankh-Morpork, where nothing is sacred or revered, this day is marked. The dwarf and Troll bars go quiet, but for the murmur of the old stories of the world being told. Even the Mended Drum is as quiet as a tearoom on a Sunday afternoon. Wizards and assassins, thieves and guilds and even the seamstresses pause their relentless activity. It's even said to be possible to use the Shades as a shortcut and be sure to come out on the other side, although probably not by those who didn't.
It's even rumoured and whispered about, that on this day, all the mime artists and clowns who otherwise never speak, gather far from the city, in a place where they can be sure there will be no audience. And there, in glorious chorus, they raise their voices and sing a lament of such power and sadness, regret and loss and memory, that it was as if the very angels themselves were singing the memory of this day.
Although, there again, perhaps not, even in this universe, something's could just be too far-fetched to be true.

Gone, but never forgotten. His memory lives on, as long as his song is heard.

GNU Sir Terry Pratchett
"No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away..."

#Discworld #DiscworldConvention
#GNU #GNUTerryPratchett #TerryPratchett

Oh damn.

Today is the 10th anniversary of Terry Pratchett's death, that hit me hard when it happened.

The first Discworld novel I bought was Mort, and I was instantly hooked.

Sir Terry Pratchett was one of two people who I quoted directly in my dissertation. This line from Feet of Clay was the motto for my introductory chapter:

"This is where we’ve filled ourselves up with so many questions that they’re starting to overflow and become answers."

It resonated with me, because this is what doing research often feels like for me.

oh christ, I've been wondering why Im in just an utterly black mood today.

Terry Pratchett died 10 years ago today.

That day I walked to the store, bought a plastic bottle of vodka, and drank most of it while crying at a public park.

a few days later I got "How do they rise up" tattoo'd on my inner bicep.

Generally considered a femme place to get a tattoo but I liked it anyways. #ThereWereNoSigns

Its hard to put into words what that man and his Works meant to me. What they still mean to me.

He taught me "Dont get scared, get angry"

That "there is no justice. There is just us."

That revolutions rarely help the people who need help, they usually just swap one ruling body for another.

That your gender expression is whatever the fuck you want it to be and letting generations of dead people decide otherwise for you is not just stupid but a fate worse than death.

That sin begins when you treat people as things. Especially yourself.

That compassion isn't always the same thing as nice.

That Words In The Heart Cannot Be Taken.

That no one is truly dead as long as their name is still spoken.

#GNUTerryPratchett

I will never stop speaking your name.

#GNUTerryPratchett #TerryPratchett

It’s weird how attached one becomes to people, like Terry, who one has never met. And it’s hard to believe he’s been gone 10 years.

The “celebrity” deaths that have always struck me hardest are authors (pterry and Ray Bradbury were the hardest), because they have told me stories for my whole life, and I feel like I know them.

X-Clacks-Overhead: GNU Terry Pratchett

In honor of Terry Pratchett, I feel the need to share the link to his short story "Death and What Comes Next."

https://www.lspace.org/books/dawcn/dawcn-english.html

Hard to believe it's already been ten years. GNU Terry Pratchett.

( Illustration by Paul Kidby)

May the Great A'Tuin always carry you on your travels through the cosmos.

Remembering the fabulous Terry Pratchett, ten years on since he sublimed to a higher level of conciousness.

Ten years ago, Sir Terry Pratchett died. But "A man’s not dead while his name is still spoken."

We carry his memory with each DokuWiki release being named after one of his many Discworld characters.

If you never read a book by him - now is a good time to do so!

Give a man a fire and he's warm for a day, but set him on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life.

-- Sir Terry Pratchett, Jingo

I’ve only just dipped my toes in the works of Terry Pratchett, but I’ve been enjoying them quite a bit. Reading the Discworld books in publishing order is interesting, since you can kind of feel the tone shifting and the world coming together.

I want to remind people of the informal HTTP header that’s especially relevant today, X-Clacks-Overhead.
http://www.gnuterrypratchett.com/

#GNUTerryPratchett

Thanks to reddit user u/poem_for_your_sprog for making it suck a little less when he died.

Discworld carries on...