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If you know me you know I am being serious when I say this: I love obscure animated movies.

Cathrine O'Hara did allot of work for cartoons, but fans of my ol show Bad Toon know that she was Aunt Edith in Rock & Rule AND Malicious in Witches Night Out (two Toons that are the opposite of Bad btw)
January 31, 2026 at 1:36 AM
dalekrabbit.bsky.social
Ah, now I really do need to get a winged heart tattoo. Rest well Catherine, you were the best. One of the first people I really enjoyed watching apparently. I will always remember her as Nuke York’s finest tattoo artists (Little Rock and Rule reference there…).
January 30, 2026 at 9:54 PM
sssssgodin.bsky.social
Oh, and I just learned she was the voice of the tattooist aunt in Rock & Rule! Great career
January 30, 2026 at 8:40 PM
jimhasfun.wnyrpg.com
The voice of Aunt Edith!
Dizzy's Aunt Edith in the 1982 Nelvana animated feature "Rock & Rule." She has a large face, with an eyepatch over her left eye, and a single-lens eyepiece up on the side of her head. And she's wearing some sort of soft helmet with ear coverings and straps hanging down.
January 30, 2026 at 7:25 PM
corgiteatime.bsky.social
CHANGE MY MIND: Kpop Demon Hunters and Rock & Rule (1983) broadly have the same plot.
January 30, 2026 at 3:58 AM
ryanday.bsky.social
He’s right and you’re wrong.

8-bar rock songs rule everything around me.
January 30, 2026 at 1:55 AM
theinfinitedadness.bsky.social
I checked out his company website and their “company values” page is this jagoff talking about times he went viral.

Oh your tweet about being a dipshit got 3 million views? I once posted about Kid Rock making music for chicks who jack guys off during Beetlejuice and it got 3 times as many views
* greptile Greptile's work culture Daksh Gupta • Sep 10, 2025 二 • TABLE OF CONTENTS Intro I am Daksh, co-founder of Greptile. We build Al agents that help software teams catch bugs and enforce standards in their code changes. We're a small team of 20 based in San Francisco. On two separate occasions Greptile went viral for roughly the same reason - our work hours. The first time, I had tweeted (to my then very few followers) that I've started telling candidates in the first interview that we don't offer work-life-balance at Greptile. The tweet was viewed 2M times, went to the first page of reddit, and was covered by national media in the weeks following. I personally received everything from agreement to numerous death threats. The second time, I was talking to a friend who is a reporter at the SF standard [1]. She asked me if people my age in SF were going to Burning Man. I replied that as far as I could tell, the vibe had shifted towards a work and health optimized culture. The current vibe is no drinking, no drugs, 996, lift heavy, run far, marry early(?), track sleep, eat steak and eggs She asked if she could quote me in an article, and! consented. Shortly after, a different friend screenshotted and tweeted that quote. That tweet was viewed 3M times, and my quote was on the front page of multiple news websites, and even the print version of the Times of India. Once again, the response ranged from agreement to racially motivated vitriol. Who is Daksh Gupta, 23-year-old Indian-origin CEO, and why is his 9-9-6 rule going viral? TOI Trending Desk / etimes.in / Updated: Sep 03, 2025, 18:35 IST • Share Daksh Gupta, a 23-year-old Al entrepreneur, champions a rigorous work ethic at his startup, Greptile, demanding 14-hour days to achieve rapid growth. Gupta's 996-style approach, emphasizing intense focus and personal sacrifice, aims to accelerate early-stage development. While potentially effective in the short term, €... Read More Daksh Gupta is the poster child of Silicon Valley's grind culture, embodying the extreme work ethic that has defined a new wave of young Al entrepreneurs in San Francisco. At just 23, he co-founded Greptile, an Al startup that helps developers understand and review their code, and has made headlines less for the product itself than for his unapologetic stance on work. Source: The Times of India
January 29, 2026 at 7:25 PM
marsisblu.bsky.social
They’re caught between a rock and a hard place. Even they can’t pretzel logic enough to conclude that Trump’s actions are constitutional yet they’re scared shitless of what will happen if they rule against Trump. So they sit in a corner and go “brrrr brrrr”
January 29, 2026 at 3:44 PM
lynnpeyo.bsky.social
I meant to write a #vss365 but somehow ended up with something that looks like a first chapter of something more.
Oops ✨
In other words, it paid off staying home sick with the flu today. I’m rather grateful.

Rest in comments🌧️

#quiver #WIPSnips #storm #commit #amwriting #fiction #fantasywriters
1/5 The tempest whipped around them like an angry snake, twigs cracking and smacking into trunks and underbrush. Pressing on in this weather had been a bad idea, she knew as much. They both had been rather aware of that, but with her pursuers at their heels, there was little they could have done different. It was either facing them, or the elements, and while he had been confident he ‘could take them all, no matter what they’d throw at them’, she had lacked any such certainty. “You still sure this was the right decision?” he asked. “No need to mock me.” “I’m not mocking you. I’m simply asking.” She wiped a wet strand of hair out of her face, to clear the line of sight for the maximum effect of her scowl. “Then what’s with that tone.” “The tone,” he said, taking a deep breath, “is because if you haven’t noticed, it’s a little loud out here, and I would prefer you heard me when I speak.” She wrinkled her nose. There it was again, that tone. But fine, ok, if he said there was not tone, there was to be no tone. No point arguing any more. Instead, she sighed, stepping over a tree trunk. “I don’t know about right decision, O’Callum, it just seemed the only feasible one.” He was right next to her, edge of his midnight blue coat soaking wet. “I told you, I could have taken them on.” She scoffed. “And what, killed them?” “Yes,” he simply said. No emotion, not even a blink. “At what cost, you injuring yourself?” “Hardly”, he said, knocking away a branch that came dangerously close to her face, so perfectly timed, she wondered if he meant to make a point about his fighting skills. “Uhuh. And then what, they’d just send out a courier and more will come. Besides, last time we checked, there were at least twelve men.” “And like I said last time, not a problem.” 2/5 She raised her eyebrows instead of replying. She knew he was well trained, reflexes like a cat and all that, but he still was just a man, and men liked to brag. Plus, the others were not exactly fighters in diapers either, they had been expensive mercenaries. So, while his confidence might have had the intention to ensure her she was in good hands, her sense of rationality simply would not let her believe it. And she did not feel like creating a scene where she would find out. She stepped around a rock and found purchase in a small puddle. Cussing, she pulled her foot back out. Somehow, there were many different kinds of ‘wet’, and the foot-in-puddle kind seemed so much worse than the soaked-in-a-rainstorm kind. “At least they won’t believe for a second anyone would voluntarily go out in this weather.” He grunted. “Well, you’re right about that for sure. Only fools.” She shot him a sharp look. “You followed me. Makes you a fool, too.” He shook his head. “I’m not disagreeing. I must be a fool. However, I swore to protect you, so what choice do I have if you set your frustrating mind to bracing the entirety of the weather gods at once.” She groaned. “I’m not even sure these are the weather gods we’re facing. They stopped listening. I think they just sent their daemons and storm-hounds, this is way out of control.” It was not prayers she had offered, nor invocations, she had simply tried to make conversation, yet none of the gods she usually spoke to had replied in the past hour or so. “Indeed,” he laughed dryly, “you might be right about this. The rain tastes different.” She stopped in her tracks, hip quiver knocking against the back of her leg. “What do you mean, the rain tastes different?” While he was one of those people to say weird things at the oddest moments, she had learned to trust his senses. At least when it did not come to fighting a dozen men at once. “You don’t taste it?” She shook her head. “I’m not out here trying to drink the rain, O’Callum.” 3/5 He rolled his eyes. “I’m not drinking it.” He licked the corner of his mouth, coaxing a few drops inside. “Gallvra doesn’t taste like this usually.” She cocked up another eyebrow. “You have tasted Gallvra personally?” She wanted to mock him, but his background was still so obscured to her, she could not rule out his personal involvement with the Goddess of Rain and Mist. While she did not believe he was involved with any of the gods, he had her fooled more than once previously, so she did not dare assume anything at this point. “No,” he said slowly, as if weighing his words. There was a detail in his facial expression that, while she could not place it, made her highly alert to an underlying importance. “I am not in the habit of tasting her personally,” he continued, “but her… product, it tends to reflect her, and this is not the refreshing nourishment she usually showers the earth with, neither is it the slightly bitter aftertaste she expels after an argument or the return or absence of her children…” He was referring to the spirits of waters and lakes, known to travel back to the heavens during new moons. Some people would say the rains tasted slightly bitter then, as if Gallvra was mourning. “This, it tastes more… metallic.” “Metallic?” “Yes.” He looked at her calmly. As if waiting for a verdict, or for her to understand something she had had no opportunity to grasp yet. “What do you mean, metallic?” He looked around, then pulled her under a large oak tree. They were still getting wet, but at least it provided a little shelter from the wind. “Here,” he brushed his fingers against the rough bark, then put them against her lips. Surprised, she reared back. “What…” “Indulge me.” He kept his hand where it was, mid-air in front of her face. Now, this was awkward. What was she supposed to do with that?
January 28, 2026 at 10:29 PM
stevievanwailin.bsky.social
The MSM media assured me for years that #MerrickGarland cared deeply about the DOJ & “norms”.

If that were true, why is he hiding under a rock while the DOJ, “norms” and the rule of law itself are destroyed?

#POS
January 28, 2026 at 1:45 PM
punkishghost.bsky.social
Oh geez

Willy's Wonderland

Rock and Rule

Porco Rosso

Barbie: Princess and the Pauper

The Wild Robot

The Shape of Water

Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio

Looney Tune's The Day the Earth Blew Up

A Muppet Christmas Carol

The Secret of NIMH
January 28, 2026 at 10:28 AM
jockcartier.bsky.social
I’m curious what the official rule is for who the offending team would be when the team sweeping their own rock is caused by contact with a broom from the other

I’d guess Skrlik was offending, cause they burned it and both could sweep… I’m not sure how you apply blame for clicking brooms
January 28, 2026 at 3:12 AM
chisheqart.bsky.social
You can give Rock and Rule (1983) a try, if you haven't yet, but only the Canadian version
January 27, 2026 at 10:16 PM
chrisbohjalian.bsky.social
Secret affairs, predatory men, the class divide in America — and, suddenly, a teenager on trial. This week I’m preparing THE AMATEUR special galley mailing for booksellers. Bookstores rock; booksellers rule.
January 27, 2026 at 9:28 PM
parkorloois.bsky.social
found these guys, the OP from the "dudes rule (rock?)" was a jerk and didn't answer my query of where to find them, thanks google

oh and this should be my foreplay in the future
The Irish Twins
January 27, 2026 at 9:18 PM
yosoysatch.bsky.social
Qué acabo de ver. Qué cosa más mala, fumada estratosférica, cosas pulpera ochentera.... ME HA FLIPADO.
Rock and Rule, 1983, peli de animación. Una chica rubia vestida con una túnica blanca, que deja poco lugar a la imaginación, está atada con los brazos en alto. Arriba de una torre sobre ella, el malo malísimo de la peli, con guantes blancos y gafas redondas. Debajo, esgrimiendo una guitarra cual hacha, un tío pelirrojo con mullet. Aunque no lo parezca, todos son como perros mutantes humanizados. Furrys, en definitiva.
January 27, 2026 at 7:09 PM
jesspendley.bsky.social
It 100% is inspired in part by Rock and Rule, which completely changed my brain chemistry as a child.
January 27, 2026 at 6:23 PM
Inspired by Rock and Rule?
January 27, 2026 at 6:16 PM
Inspired by Rock and Rule?
January 27, 2026 at 6:16 PM
ryanroomims.bsky.social
“There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it's like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges.”-Ernest Hemingway
January 27, 2026 at 4:21 PM
screen-one.net
This wasn’t Saturday morning animation.
Rock & Rule was a full-blown 80s adult animated rock opera that bombed, vanished, and quietly became a cult legend.

Lou Reed. Debbie Harry. Iggy Pop.
Hardly anyone saw it.

I went deep on why.
👇
youtu.be/b-hBE3Z-zGc

#filmsky #80sCinema #CultAnimation
Better Than Heavy Metal? The 80s Cult Classic You Missed
YouTube video by Screen One | Essential Cinema
youtu.be
January 27, 2026 at 10:47 AM
thebutchcraft.bsky.social
Wanna watch a Canadian animated rock opera with Iggy Pop and rat people that do drugs and fuck?

I bet you do!
Rock & Rule movie poster
January 27, 2026 at 1:43 AM
civilianreader.com
This point was interesting, too. This isn’t the fault of the SF genre, it’s the fault of a considerable number of tech bros with minimal reading comprehension (and probably sociopathic personalities).
Screenshot of text: “We pretend that science fiction is useful, that it serves as a warning system. But as Simon McNeil noted in his essay, “We got to one of the futures Science Fiction proposed, and it sucked.” Dire predictions of corporate hegemony and imminent authoritarian rule had precisely zero impact on the real world. Elon Musk named his rocket booster recovery barges after Banks’ benevolent anarcho-communist starships, showing all the self-awareness of a small damp rock.”
January 26, 2026 at 8:21 PM
worldeconomics.bsky.social
Russia and 8 of its top geopolitical allies all sit at rock-bottom E-grade for rule of law, press freedom and corruption - a club no investor wants membership in. #PutinsPals #Economy https://www.worldeconomics.com/Thoughts/Putins-Pals.aspx?ThoughtID=111
Putin’s Pals: Governance Ratings| World Economics
The Economist compiled an index of countries ranked by geopolitical closeness to Russia. The table was headed "Putins Pals". The countries featured (ranked in order of closeness) are shown below, with the World Economics Governance rating shown alongside. - - The World Economics Governance Rating scale runs from A = Very good, to E = You don’t want to live there.
www.worldeconomics.com
January 26, 2026 at 7:45 PM
smashvillekp.bsky.social
I swear to Larry Wayne Jones, Jr. that I will break my long standing “no Phillies” rule in my hat collection and rock the absolute shit out of their city connect hat.
January 26, 2026 at 4:36 PM