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Greg Wolf
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Dad, Arizona Wildcat, LA Rams fan, enjoyer of nature
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Watching this video 10 times has significantly improved my mood.
August 17, 2025 at 9:05 PM
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Zoomed out we see a small, lone shuttlecraft flying through a cloudy sky. Closed caption reads, "(screaming)"
November 6, 2024 at 4:58 PM
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TIRED: “learn to code!”
WIRED:
Become a jamón expert at our Ham School
June 30, 2025 at 12:35 AM
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I'll never get over how the best line in all of noir – "I've got eight slugs in me. One's lead, and the rest are bourbon" – doesn't come from Raymond Chandler or Dashiell Hammett, but Calvin and Hobbes
Calvin dressed as a noir detective, saying "Yeah. That's me, Tracer Bullet. I've got eight slugs in me. One's lead, and the rest are bourbon. The drink packs a wallop, and I pack a revolver. I'm a private eye."
March 4, 2024 at 9:09 PM
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I think it's important to have f1 races that are mostly fairly tepid but has one thing in it that annoys everyone
June 1, 2025 at 10:46 PM
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May 24, 2025 at 8:21 PM
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brendelbored.bsky.social
This is the hardest I’ve ever been owned online
Brendel @brendelbored.bsky.social • 1h Going to become "the bad boy of Jeopardy" and by that I mean "I'm going to use my phone to look up the answers" until "Ken Jennings beats my ass" 9 • 176 Ken Jennings @kenjennings.bsky.social You mean look up the questions.
May 16, 2025 at 1:46 AM
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“And I’m like, what do you mean, you ‘do your own research’? You running a double-blind study in your living room, dawg?”
- A guy walking ahead of me with his friends on a NYC sidewalk in 2021, also my favorite overheard dialogue of the entire pandemic
NYT headline: “Kennedy Advises New Parents to ‘Do Your Own Research’ on Vaccines” Subheader: “In an interview with Dr. Phil, the health secretary offered false information about vaccine oversight and revealed a lack of basic understanding of new drug approvals.”
April 30, 2025 at 11:36 AM
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One of the best feelings as a writer is the envy when reading someone else who knows how to tell a story. This is one of those essays.
bcbsara.bsky.social Sara Sanchez @bcbsara.bsky.social · Apr 15
The largest paying crowd in the history of Wrigley Field was the day Jackie Robinson made his debut. Wrigley is the only park left Jackie played a game in. Mike Ryoko was a kid at that ballpark that day and he wrote about it. Take a minute and read this today.

press.uchicago.edu/Misc/Chicago...
A newspaper clipping from Mike Ryoko part one: Jackie's Debut a Unique Day All that Saturday, the wise men of the neighborhood, who sat in chairs on the sidewalk outside the tavern, had talked about what it would do to baseball. I hung around and listened because baseball was about the most important thing in the world, and if anything was going to ruin it, I was worried. Most of the things they said, I didn't understand, although it all sounded terrible. But could one man bring such ruin? They said he could and would. And the next day he was going to be in Wrigley Field for the first time, on the same diamond as Hack, Nicholson, Cavarretta, Schmitz, Pafko, and all my other idols. I had to see Jackie Robinson, the man who was going to somehow wreck everything. So the next day, another kid and I started walking to the ballpark early. We always walked to save the streetcar fare. It was five or six miles, but I felt about baseball the way Abe Lincoln felt about education. Usually, we could get there just at noon, find a seat in the grandstand, and watch some batting practice. But not that Sunday, May 18, 1947. By noon, Wrigley Field was almost filled. The crowd outside spilled off the sidewalk and into the streets. Scalpers were asking top dollar for box seats and getting it. Part II: I had never seen anything like it. Not just the size, although it was a new record, more than 47,000. But this was twenty-five years ago, and in 1947 few blacks were seen in the Loop, much less up on the white North Side at a Cub game. That day, they came by the thousands, pouring off the northbound Ls and out of their cars. They didn't wear baseball-game clothes. They had on church clothes and funeral clothes·suits, white shirts, ties, gleaming shoes, and straw hats. I've never seen so many straw hats. As big as it was, the crowd was orderly. Almost unnaturally so. People didn't jostle each other. The whites tried to look as if nothing unusual was happening, while the blacks tried to look casual and dignified. So everybody looked slightly ill at ease. For most, it was probably the first time they had been that close to each other in such great numbers. We managed to get in, scramble up a ramp, and find a place to stand behind the last row of grandstand seats. Then they shut the gates. No place remained to stand. Robinson came up in the first inning. I remember the sound. It wasn't the shrill, teenage cry you now hear, or an excited gut roar. They applauded, long, rolling applause. A tall, middle-aged black man stood next to me, a smile of almost painful joy on his face, beating his palms together so hard they must have hurt. Part III: When Robinson stepped into the batter's box, it was as if someone had flicked a switch. The place went silent. He swung at the first pitch and they erupted as if he had knocked it over the wall. But it was only a high foul that dropped into the box seats. I remember thinking it was strange that a foul could make that many people happy. When he struck out, the low moan was genuine. I've forgotten most of the details of the game, other than that the Dodgers won and Robinson didn't get a hit or do anything special, although he was cheered on every swing and every routine play. But two things happened I'll never forget. Robinson played first, and early in the game a Cub star hit a grounder and it was a close play. Just before the Cub reached first, he swerved to his left. And as he got to the bag, he seemed to slam his foot down hard at Robinson's foot. It was obvious to everyone that he was trying to run into him or spike him. Robinson took the throw and got clear at the last instant. I was shocked. That Cub, a hometown boy, was my biggest hero. It was not only an unheroic stunt, but it seemed a rude thing to do in front of people who would cheer for a foul ball. I didn't understand why he had done it. It wasn't at all big league. I didn't know that while the white fans were relatively polite, the Cubs and most other teams kept up a steady stream of racial abuse from the dugout. I thought that all they did down there was talk about how good Wheaties are. Part IV: Late in the game, Robinson was up again, and he hit another foul ball. This time it came into the stands low and fast, in our direction. Somebody in the seats grabbed for it, but it caromed off his hand and kept coming. There was a flurry of arms as the ball kept bouncing, and suddenly it was between me and my pal. We both grabbed. I had a baseball. The two of us stood there examining it and chortling. A genuine major-league baseball that had actually been gripped and thrown by a Cub pitcher, hit by a Dodger batter. What a possession. Then I heard the voice say: "Would you consider selling that?" It was the black man who had applauded so fiercely. I mumbled something. I didn't want to sell it. "I'll give you ten dollars for it," he said. Ten dollars. I couldn't believe it. I didn't know what ten dollars could buy because I'd never had that much money. But I knew that a lot of men in the neighborhood considered sixty dollars a week to be good pay. I handed it to him, and he paid me with ten $1 bills. When I left the ball park, with that much money in my pocket, I was sure that Jackie Robinson wasn't bad for the game. Since then, I've regretted a few times that I didn't keep the ball. Or that I hadn't given it to him free. I didn't know, then, how hard he probably had to work for that ten dollars. But Tuesday I was glad I had sold it to him. And if that man is still around, and has that baseball, I'm sure he thinks it was worth every cent.
April 15, 2025 at 11:02 PM
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Has anyone ever investigated how and why 🤣 became the universal emoji for bad opinion havers?
April 10, 2025 at 3:53 PM
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ChatGPT ass presidency
heimbergecon.bsky.social Philipp Heimberger @heimbergecon.bsky.social · Apr 3
Incredible. The Trump administration calculated "tariff rates" by taking the US trade deficit with the respective country and dividing it by the country's exports to the US. And then the tariff rate of the US is often just set by cutting that made-up "tariff rate" in half.
April 4, 2025 at 8:28 PM
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"I don't want a Disney vacation of our history! I don't a whitewashed history, I don't want a homogenized history. Tell me the wretched truth about America, because that speaks to our greatness" -- 20 hours into his speech, Cory Booker is spitting absolute 🔥
April 1, 2025 at 7:47 PM
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That's an all-timer, Ferrari
March 16, 2025 at 5:06 AM
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guys love to say “dude my balatro run last night was insane” then show you a screenshot like this
March 11, 2025 at 9:50 PM
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I’m going to drive my Camry into a bleach factory
February 7, 2025 at 4:55 PM
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*Screaming into the void*
SCHOOLHOUSE ROCK DID NOT COVER ANY OF THIS SHIT
February 4, 2025 at 11:51 AM
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this image is so beautiful
February 4, 2025 at 4:32 AM
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internethippo.bsky.social
We're finally dismantling the federal government! Sure hope it doesn't serve essential functions that I've taken for granted my whole life
January 29, 2025 at 12:04 AM
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Please don’t even talk to me in the morning until I’ve had my coffee, 27 hours of alone time, several months by the seaside to ease my agonies, and many decades to wander the earth until the fabled blade of my ancestors can finally be reforged
January 22, 2025 at 3:32 PM
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this is the only approach i know to take in these times
a guy being interviewed at a club saying “i live in constant fear of the western descent towards fascism. but i digress. the club is bumping, the ladies look good, the alcohol is flowing. there is much pain in the world but not in this room.”
January 22, 2025 at 6:36 PM
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People with homes are so rarely cold at night that I just don’t think homes are necessary anymore.
December 14, 2024 at 7:49 PM
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At its heart, Star Trek is a utopian fantasy about a society so advanced that they are capable of holding productive meetings that last no longer than three minutes
A TNG scene. We're in the Enterprise conference room, where Picard is holding a meeting with Data, Troi, and Dr Crusher. Barclay is also there, for unknown reasons. Maybe he wandered into the meeting and just sat down, and everyone was too polite to mention it. That happened to me once. I was visiting an office location I didn't normally go to and I wasn't quite sure which conference room I was supposed to be in. I walked into one and sat down and it took me five minutes to realize I was in the wrong meeting. From the perspective of the people in that room, halfway through that meeting, a stranger walked in, sat next to the boss, took notes for five minutes, then walked out without saying a word.
December 3, 2024 at 4:58 PM
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citing mistreatment of Elphaba in Wicked, Trump asks judge to reassess his perspective of whether he is truly a hero or villain
December 3, 2024 at 9:22 PM