Lawrence Miles

Du'aine Ladejo, explaining to his grandkids: "No no, that was just my 'Gladiators' name. This isn't a news headline. No, I am *not* on a regis... what? I don't know why, I didn't choose it, they probably just thought it was a cool-sounding... yes, I know what 'hiding in plain sight' means. Listen -"

Cf. Douglas Adams' three phases in the history of warfare. Retribution: "I’m going to kill you because you killed my brother." Anticipation: "I’m going to kill you because *I* killed *your* brother." Diplomacy: "I’m going to kill my brother, then kill you on the pretext that your brother did it."

Merchandising idea: a range of "Land Before Time"-themed sex toys for women. Whether you prefer the "Long-Neck", the "Three-Horns", or the "Club-Tail", we've got something to fill every evolutionary niche.

The universe hasn't quite understood "compliment sandwich".

"Mr Pye" was broadcast across the month of my fourteenth birthday, and I had very different ideas about what the good bits were.

(Also I really liked it. But... yeah. My First Tits.)

I think its writer thinks it's (a) because he can't imagine (b). The protagonist hates pluribus because she's a writer who treats everyone else like shit, therefore it has to be (a) because it gives her superiority and justified self-loathing*.

*I absolutely haven't seen "Pluribus", I hate writers.

P.S. I haven't seen "Pluribus".

For me, the ethicality of the Pluribus virus rests on one question. Is it the case that:
(a) 7bn people had their own identity, but now 7bn people have one identity? OR
(b) 7bn people had their own identity, but now 7bn people have 7bn identities?

If it's the latter, I'm fine with it, to be honest.

[DOCTOR wakes up screaming in bed.]
WIFE: Darling, what's wrong?
DOCTOR: I... I thought...
WIFE: Shh, darling. Whatever it was, it was only a nightmare.
DOCTOR: Yes. Of course. Only a nightmare.
[He turns to face her. She is Pagliacci.]
PAGLIACCI: I love you.
DOCTOR: I love you too, Pagliacci. (3/3)

RECEPTIONIST: Your next appointment is here, doctor.
DOCTOR: Not now! [He turns back to his patient. But the chair is empty.] Oh God.
RECEPTIONIST: Is something wrong, Dr Pagliacci?
DOCTOR: Dr Pag...?
[He stands, and looks in a mirror. His face is that of a clown.]
DOCTOR: NOOOOOOO! (2/3)

DOCTOR: The treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town. He'll soon pick you up.
MAN: But doctor... Pagliacci died ten years ago.
DOCTOR: What?
MAN: Don't you remember? He came to you with acute depression, and you treated it like a joke. He took his own life two days later. (1/3)

American foreign policy has gone from sounding like a Saturday-morning kids' cartoon to sounding like an advert for action figures based on that cartoon.

I should bloody cocoa
Cocoa cocoa cocoa
I should bloody cocoa
My son.

Yeah, we had our own lyrics in London. #totp

Joe le Taxi and his tropical cat. #totp

If you're wondering why the UK rating is relatively high: the poll had to disregard all the British people who called him a c***, because it wasn't clear whether they were being affectionate or insulting.

New witness testimony describes alleged trafficking operation on billionaire-owned Tracy Island: "They took me from Asia as a girl and used me as their servant."

"We will continue to monitor all communication on the planet. Do not reply to this e-mail."

"Thank you for contacting International Rescue. Sadly, though we acknowledge the severity of the environmental catastrophe described, the incident is a result of policies enacted by governmental and economic bodies in the region. Intervention would thus breach Tracy Inc's guidelines on impartiality.

And he sounds like Columbo, which makes me wonder if he's from a large Italian-American family. "Ohhh, it's an honour to meet you, sir. My nephew Thog, he's a big fan of yours, just wait til I tell him about this."

Well, *someone* has to be lying to me.

I own this one... on cassingle.

Which means it's never, ever going to be listened to again. Sobering.

Yeah, I'm not the main character. My half-sister or half-brother is. I'm the surprise who's waiting for them in the fifth season when ratings have dropped and they need a twist. (3/3)

This means I have half-siblings I've never met, who probably don't even know I exist. Imagine I met one / both / all of them. They'd learn that (a) their dad impregnated a co-worker, and (b) they have a whole family branch they've never known. That's a side-plot, but... it's a *big* side-plot. (2/3)

You've heard "you're not the main character"? Ehh, well something just struck me.

My official name is Lawrence Miles. I'm the son of a woman who calls herself Mrs Miles. But she isn't: she had an affair with a man called Miles, who was married with kids. God knows how she fixed the paperwork. (1/3)

I *am* surprised. I'd expect this from "Gotham".

But "Xipe" is pronounced "Sheepa". Wake up, Xipeople.

Oh, that makes se...

...

...it... will have flesh?

I have no idea what FE26 is, and this is one of only two posts on the whole of BlueSky that mention it. What perversion is being planned here? And why does this look like me if I'd gone bat rather than rabbit?

Seals are in the same clade as sealions (fur seals are even in the same family), but there's no etymological link between their names. The fact that they're on the same page of the dictionary is a coincidence.

I don't have a particular reason to mention this right now, it's just always bothered me.