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The Final Countdown
Good morrow fair peasants and pheasants! Let’s avoid being hunted by the wealthy for sport momentarily and take in a picture together. I have an important query, why do spaceships in movies ALWAYS have built-in self destruct sequences? When would this ever be considered practical? I’ll accept potentially dangerous scientific experiments but every darn craft Continue reading
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“The Chosen Whites”
I’ve always found the terms over and underwhelmed both over and underwhelming. It’s curiously redundant how each can be made to mean either good or bad. Beyond which, why must the whelming process be so polarized? Can one not merely be whelmed? If I were, would that even mean anything? We shall see, as I, Continue reading
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Billet-Deux
Good day esteemed quarantine questors, another riveting lockdown edition from your 5th least favourite cometry hocker. Thanks for voting. An entertaining composition today, for me anyway. This piece has lived in the file since the summer as initially it was an embarrassing catharsis, not the pithy mirth of its current form. That’s a lie, there Continue reading
Dread Poets Sobriety 