rretrovertigo . Bbsky.So cial

opening my eyes after praying to the Deep Lords to see the sport utility vehicle that just ran the red light be lifted into the air by unseen hands and compressed into a tiny cube with a sickening wet crunch

fuck you albo

very funny to see you rabbiting on like we owe you anything, you scrooge ass mf

Chainmail would suit you though

anyone can make a movie and they don’t even need a lying robot to do it for them

Fight stick found at my local FGC tournament

very telling that you got duped by the souped up markov bot that’s built to bow and scrape like the Most Obsequious Toady In The Secret Grand Vizier Group Chat

so you’re a transphobe and a sore loser, got it

Ivor Pryor-Commitment

Two panels from a THIMBLE THEATER daily. Popeye drinks deeply from a poisoned desert pool, then says, "I've drunk worse stuff'n this an' paid money for it."

Comics are good, good things.

look are you going to help me get back to speaking elvish again or nah. i've tried finding literature and all i can find is the moving picture with the small hairy men that eat dinners

left my scrying orb on while i slept and now i'm stuck speaking in some otherworldly language. apparently it's called english or something

fluffy oblong

With Tom Lehrer's passing, I suppose this is a moment to share the story of the prank he played on the National Security Agency, and how it went undiscovered for nearly 60 years.

when me and the crew hear the chicken dance song coming down the street towards us we know we’re eating well tonight

Photo of Tom Lehrer

My last living musical hero is still my hero but unfortunately no longer living. RIP to the great, great Mr. Tom Lehrer.

fully expecting minchin to be charged with something heinous in the near future

same deal as Born In The USA, the “hey our dipshit country got mentioned” effect

if there is a hell i hope andre the giant is standing behind the door with a folding chair

heard about your chatbot. how embarrassing

I joined Bluesky exactly two years ago and I wrote a piece about my thoughts on the platform - how it's been coming along so far and where it seems fated to go. Thanks for reading.

selena gomez has been working with wario

the three letter intelligence agency bod monitoring my movements suddenly realises my evening walk is in the shape of the chat pile logo. before he can scream the city explodes in an infinitely expanding cloud of beat up rusty cars

waking up from a ten thousand year nap only to find mark zuckerberg has built a hyperbaric chamber on my fuckjng lawn. i shake my head and chant Power Word Crush

They did that classic country song about diners, Hamburger Lady

Comic strip by Stephen Collins, it begins with a nighttime city scene. In the next few panels, a mysterious figure, giant in the moonlight, walks towards us through the skyline. His feet echo "boom, boom" in the empty night. A large title panel declares this character's name: THE TW*T COLLECTOR. He stands, giant, unseen in the empty city night, wearing a big pointy hat on his head, and a sort of long smock. He is carrying a large sack in his hand. Slowly, he raises his arm, his arm extends, freakishly long, longer still, through the open window of a tower block. It reaches inside someone's home, and slowly withdraws, now clutching a protesting, terrified man. The man's wife comes to the window to watch his departure. slowly, the giant raises the little man and inspectes him in his hand. After a pause, the man says "b-but I'm not a tw*t!" There is another pause, after which his wife, calmly from off screen, says "you are a tw*t, dear". The Tw*t Collector summarily throws the man in his bag, which we now see is full of screaming people and is labelled TW*TS, then stomps off into the distance, through the moonlit city.

Sometimes, I long for him

The Lionel Hutz business card meme captioned: CHICAGO TRIBUNE Accountability for people in power? No, corruption en masse!