Rob Secundus

Kate Sanders Audio Editor • Sound Designer (Worlds Beyond Number, Rude Tales of Magic, Play to Find Out, Skulltenders) Book Today! katydid.sanders@gmail.com

I am looking for work! I would love to edit your podcast or actual play or similar :)

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yeah this was an immediate follow

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oh hey we could call them mephistos.
that's what I would call them.

complicit morons.

"listen I dont agree with kidnapping kids and placing them in concentration camps but aren't you just as bad for using the word concentration camp? I have an imaginary definition of fascism that will never be met!"

you do not have the moral high ground.
you are also just a nazi.

Holy moly this chart: Cumulative US measles cases

God, I read and watched MISERY a few years ago, and it really was wild just how much both foresaw, to the point where I just had to reevaluate my understanding of what "fandom"/ pop culture generally looked like in previous decades. The spiritual rot predated funkopops, apparently.

"I say, Jeeves. This character sheet's all wrong. What's this Thacko business?" "THAC0, sir. An abbreviation of To Hit Armor Class 0. In Advanced Dungeons and Dragons Second Edition, a low number is preferable in both." "By Grabthar's hammer, Jeeves. One doesn't know if one's coming or going." "Indeed, sir." "It's enough to make one pine for GURPS." "Very nearly, sir."

"Florence Craye ran her Powered by the Apocalypse homebrew the other night, Jeeves. Have you played PbtA, Jeeves?" "I have not yet had the pleasure, sir." "Nor have I, Jeeves. Not a twenty-sider to be had. One would think dice technology hadn't advanced since the days of Parker Brothers." I took a harrowed sip of my energy drink. "I tried to roll initiative and was called an 'incurable gamist.'" "Most distressing, sir." "Give Bertram Wooster dungeons, Jeeves. Give him dragons. Give him dice by the handful. I'm a simple man, Jeeves." "Yes, sir."

"They're calling me an egg, Bertie. An egg." Bingo picked at his meal morosely. "As in, a good egg?" "That was my first thought, before the *emojis*." I looked at the Twitch chat screenshots, and then back at him. "You? You're as cis as they come." "That's what I said. I've always said so." Bingo sighed. "It's getting so a chap can't quote the poet Sappho without getting a cat ear headband in the mail attached to rainbow knee socks with a note reading 'Just in case, semicolon three'." I couldn't quite decipher this 'semicolon three' business — I would have to ask Jeeves later — but I perceived the key detail. "The poet Sappho, old bean?" "Sappho had it right. *Women*, Bertie." "So I'm told," I conceded. "That wheeze of hers about not weaving? Truer words were never put to press." "You don't weave. I've never seen you weave. I doubt you'd know how." "Yes, but even if I could, I wouldn't be able to. Because of women, you see." I eventually parsed his meaning. "Look, old bean, Bertie Wooster is an Ally. A friend to genders known and undiscovered." "I know that, ass." "But if you really want to quell speculation, go easy on the Sappho until things die down. Immerse yourself in other pursuits. What's that game you've been streaming on your channel?" "Fallout: New Vegas." "Hm."

"But that's the best part, old horse," said Ukridge, animated. "Unlike our ancient, debauched, *fiat* currency — all right in its way, I suppose, but no match for the future — cryptocurrency gets more and more computationally expensive to produce. They do it with computers, I'm told." "What's so good about that?" "Upon my Sam, don't you see it? Expense is value. Scarcity is value." I held back from wishing he'd make himself more valuable by leaving. "The dashed things can only increase in value as more and more people embrace progress. Everyone wins." "Except the people near the end of the chain," I pointed out. "And you don't want to be one of them, do you, laddie? Are you in?" I shook my head. "Disappointing. Tragic. Men like you killed the electric car. Look up at the sky in a month's time, old horse. You'll see the rest of us, those who possessed the big, broad, flexible outlook, waving down at you from Mars." He checked the time. "Shall we go to lunch?" "Let's." The diner didn't take Bitcoin, so I had to pay for us both.

"Well, Jeeves, Uncle Tom's Miku Nendoroid is back at Brinkley, Gussie and Madeline will soon ring the wedding pails, or whatever it is those Homestuck blisters do, and most importantly, yours truly remains unattached and in Aunt Dahlia's good graces. And I owe it all to that brain of yours." "A gratifying outcome, sir." "You sell yourself short, Jeeves. That chap who solved the Kobayashi Maru has nothing on you." I hesitated. "Jeeves?" "Yes, sir?" "The — the Funko Pops on the mantelpiece. You may dispose of them, if you wish." "I have already done so, sir."

frankly incredible. One of the very, very few times anyone has actually captured the Wodehouse voice

"I don't understand you, Bertie." Mx Bobbie Wickham stimmed solemnly. "I stnad before you now, a nubile entity in the prime of whatever my gender is supposed to be today, offering a 50% share in the jape of the century, and you can't even muster a 'Yippee!' I had a Sim like you, Bertie. He died in a ladderless pool, of *ennui*." Their lower lip wobbled. "Bertie, we were at *school* together." "No, we weren't." "Well, we played that Strixhaven campaign until Oofy Prosser resigned in protest, and that's more or less the same thing." "Young Wickham, if you think I'm going to partake in this scheme--" "I'll get you in the polycule. We're a bit stuffed right now - haha - but I could fit you in on Thursdays." "I don't want to join your beastly polycule." "I don't understand you, Bertie." Bobbie shook their head wonderingly. "Oh well, blackmail it is."

on the most recent episode, they were singing the praises of *Will Stancil*

personally I'm all accelerating our adoption of nuclear energy, but deregulation of the industry seems like an insane approach to achieve that

Abundance in action lol. Every small town gets a data center that makes the town just a little sick and insane with its noise and chemical pollution, until they get much more sick from the data center's nuclear reactor melting down

Hand clasp meme

also I watched edgar wright’s running man and had to do it

Kill the CEO in your head High-profile failures in the video game industry have changed how we talk about games for the worse

As the Highguard critical convo makes way for whatever's next, this @leadergrev.bsky.social piece is worth (re)reading.

This is a common problem; usually the dubs and subs are done by different people at different times, and also there are some (imo stupid) rules often in place with subtitles that constrain them.

sorry for x-posting but the angry replies to this are pretty great @constans.bsky.social

This should be a huge story

But if you’re not going to arrest me, Border Czar Tom “Cava” Homan of @icegov.bsky.social, STOP THREATENING MY NEIGHBORS FOR EXERCISING THEIR BASIC CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS. They have a right to observe the police that are supposedly protecting them, to know what those police are doing.

Hey Border Czar Tom “Cava” Homan at @icegov.bsky.social:

You know my name. You know where I live because your agents tailed me home twice. I spent 5 hours today following them and will spend 5 hours tomorrow. Come put me on TV so I can tell the whole world what I’ve seen you do to my neighbors.

honestly, not just the blue states either. There was a lot of wariness among talk radio types when it was first created and when the Patriot Act passed, and that wariness heightened under Obama.

Yeah like if you were in college in a blue state this is all you talked about

It was basically Neutral Milk Hotel and this

dude was so proud of himself for coming up with that line. probably practiced it in the mirror

Or, more likely, it was research for a never-written article. Anyway.

I was trying to collect the EC Archives at one point (which I’ll probably also be selling, depends on the going price), so maybe I mistakenly ordered them at some point back when I was making money and buying comics every week.

“Rob, why do you own an unopened copy of Eerie Archives Vol 26” I do not know. I have no idea. I have never read a single issue of eerie. And somehow I own three volumes