I didn’t know that, but it kind of contextualizes this middle 8.
This feels very much of a “in case you forgot My Whole Deal” run of episodes.
@yinkadoubledare.bsky.social in a no-spoiler zone: did they get a S3 already?
No argument here.
Ok, no additional info then. We’ll hop out of the thread.
Ha! I’m happy to see Tim Omundson whenever and wherever, for whatever that’s worth.
Not that S1 wasn’t weird, to be clear. It’s just that in an 8 episode season, I’m not sure what they’re up to. And Shailene Woodley did some WORK, but, uh, [gestures at spoilers]
He’s cooked in any timeline. It’s just a question of what league it’s a part of.
@hollyanderson.bsky.social Are you watching S2 of Paradise? I can’t quite put my finger on its deal, but it’s weird in a way S1 kind of wasn’t.
Spurs drew Liverpool, because, well, who the fuck knows.
What if you tell him that Chicago is interdicting the sand that would become more dunes before it gets there?
Happy March 15. Here is my favorite Ides of March meme:
"You, Me, Them, Everybody. Everybody!" Is a reference I am not removing.
Go, Flight.
🎵Haaaaaaamilton / you know / that Burr / is kill-ing you-oo-oo 🎵
Thank you for the reminder @joannepistonfan.bsky.social
Remember, "Any salad can be a Caesar Salad if you stab it enough." Happy Ides.
I’m probably slandering 1-3 of them by this misremembering, but I only vaguely recall the story, as it was recounted to me by someone who, at the time, was shockingly unaware she was living diametrically opposed to that feat.
Biblically-Accurate-Angels In America?
It feels like you should anonymously send them the piece where Deanna Dunegan or Ann Bogart or Amy Morton or somebody goes “and it took me [x] years to realize I could leave [character] in the wings.”
That kid’s on some of those GOOD amphetamines.
But seriously: that feels like the sort of thing that changes a person.
Perestroika Saturday?
(Thanks, @artbutmakeitsports.bsky.social)
I still cannot believe I actually got into a fight with a stranger over this post.
Basically zero engagement, except for one person who felt as though the elder Smith’s honor needed defending.
Anyway, I now hate that assist-stacking mole rat with the intensity of 1000 suns.
It came, and it’s SO GOOD.
the times demand it
(The thesis is “first, stop worrying.”)
I’m giving a little “how to fuck up less” photography talk at the WI SHPO HTC workshop next week, and I’m not sure my usual set of references are going to be welcome.
Yeah, that’s it exactly.
If not, I will still amend my comment to, “Smith, when considered separately, *as a basketball player,* *plays with the persona of* an annoying rat-faced jagoff, and I hope he falls in a well.” Talented? Sure. Nevertheless, I wish him ill. Sports!
Glad we got that out of our systems. Feel better?
