spartacushobbs.bsky.social
Not very good at social media.
Cal fan since 1982-11-20.
Pronounces GIF with a long I.
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#hbp131 #hbp132 2/2
Bob grabbed Az and took flight.
“Quiet!” he hissed. “We need to take the portal Down—“
“Where?”
“Vegas. Duh.”
=5 hrs later=
“Is that it?”
Bob stared. “You need to get Up m—“
A beam lit them from above.
“Ahh! HE f—“
“Az, it’s a helicopter.”
More beams, circling.
“…3 helicopters.”
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#hbp131 #hbp132 1/2
“Ow!” Azazel twisted to look at his butt. “Why are the plants pointy?”
Bob shrugged. “So you won’t sit on them?”
“I’m not even supposed to BE—“
Bob hushed him. Two women in masks and habits, wielding swords and…squirt guns?, were getting closer—
A spray hit Azazel, who screamed.
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Hopefully they’re better than the one Sizzler still hanging on in Santa Clara.
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/carefully doesn’t glance at the phrase “worth their salt” in the previous post
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Typical modern media misrepresentation. No witch worth their salt is going to boil lettuce when heads of cabbage are right fucking there
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High maintenance. They’re good while they’re hot, especially if you order them light well and/or animal style, but not once they cool off.
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A ding and an alert box. Almost anticlimactic. Trembling, I clicked on the results.
“b.e.s.u.r.e.t.o.d.r—“
no. I skipped down.
“n.e.v.e.r.g.o.n—“
NO!
I’d used my own DNA, of course. The divine message was corrupted by my life.
I snapped my fingers.
“Get me an infant. One who isn’t American!”
#hbp126
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~Intermission~
“What a great performance!”
“It /was/ a great performance, until you went off script.”
“Nope, still great. The audience LOVES you. Your reputation and career make you a perfect foil. Just keep a straight face.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Try to make you lose it.”
#hbp124
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#hbp121 #hbp122 #hbp123
2/2
“You don’t know? Figures. Still, I can’t have you dying here,” Tink sighed. She dove in and emerged with a string of beads with a ring at one end. “This will draw out the poison.”
I went to put it in my mouth but she slapped it away, smirking. “Not that end. Bend over.”
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#hbp121 #hbp122 #hbp123 1/2
I followed Tink through the waterfall. Behind it, a pool ending at a glass beach—or so it seemed.
“There. Magic beads.” Tink said, rolling her eyes.
Somehow I was still dry—and still poisoned. And there were millions of beads.
“…which…ones?”
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also known as “As Slow As Possible”, by John Cage:
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/As_Slow...
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When I heard the music, I knew it was over. It had to be, coming from 73 light years away.
Yet…it called me. Music is rare even for sentients. So I set a course and went to stasis.
I woke in orbit centuries later, hearing…the same music!?
“What IS this?”
My ship answered: {ORGAN2/ASLSP}
#hbp120
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Other quick observations:
* OU was No. 1 heading into the postseason. (Sorry, Auburn.) Title game flipped things MASSIVELY.
* Cal ranked ahead of Texas pre-bowls, too. Reeeeeeaallly got screwed out of a major bowl.
* THE WAC HAD THE NO. 1 OFFENSIVE AVERAGE. I LOVE THAT SO MUCH.
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Thit’s Rick With Yii, frim Michiil Jicksin’s Iff Thi Will
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if you step closer you can almost feel the near-universal love for Bluey and Octonauts, and near-universal hatred for Caillou
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“Report.”
“Lau’s chasing down the last two. No incidents.”
I nod, looking around. Broken windows but clean floors and equipment… “When you get ‘em, identify the brains, then dispose of the rest. Collect the stuff. This is quality, there’s value to extract.”
“What’d they make?”
“Insulin.”
#hbp119
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It’s a wolf! It’s a mother! It’s Wolf Mother! Get yours now!
CAUTION:
Wolf Mother is untamed on days ending in Y.
Do not touch or look at Wolf Mother without PPE.
Purchase of Wolf Mother relieves its summoner of all liability.
DO NOT DISTURB WOLF MOTHER.
Wolf Mother! Get it while it’s legal!
#hbp118
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Sure. Probably I’m reading my own biases into it - to me those are abstractions of power too. “I (have more / am more important) than you, therefore I make the rules.”
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I’ve always been suspicious of that verse. I suspect that money in this context is an abstraction for power.
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deliberately vague non-answer for comedic effect
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Metallica, “Enter Sandman”
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Comes and goes for me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Infinite paths distill down to two:
Forbear for now and spread with humanity, or
wAX now and Wane as tHEy End
what to do
i cannot decide
Wise choices’re not my nature
WHATtoDO
spin until DIzzy, thEn run toWARd—
#hbp112
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“I’ll take it,” she said, staring at the bottle—sapphire with fascinating but nonidentical silver lines.
When she got home she put flowers in it. That evening the flowers were gone.
“What the—“
She looked, unwisely, into the bottle.
…and then it was back in the shop, with one more line.
#hbp111
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god dammit
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Thank you for mentioning the monologue, it’s great. I’ve been following the feud casually off and on but this filled in a few gaps in what I knew about it (and was a really fun watch, too)
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Magenta Egg up there is dead on on both counts. The whole thing is a wild ride, and the Josh Johnson monologue is great.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=K3uW...
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and exactly WHY THE FUCK have I not been there, exactly?
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“I’ve seen this before in a dream—the bad guys are in the left tunnel,” Helen says.
“Right it is,” Utah Smith replies.
“YOU SAID THEY WERE ON THE LEFT!” Smith yells as their jeep tears back up the tunnel.
“THEY WERE IN MY DREAM!” Helen yells back as they go left.
“…Maybe they’re in both?”
#hbp106