Leave it to Bob to turn something that’s designed to get you either thrilled or depressed (glitter falling over a party or glitter to be swept up) and turn it instead into something that’s designed to bring you peace.
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I imagine that there are people who enjoy discovering what cheap time slots Peter has his commercials in, just so they can be horrified at them.
There was a car repair place here years ago who ran their ads at, like, 4:30 a.m. They were great. They guy was all dressed up in a very fine suit, standing in front of a green screen talking as fast as he could so he could tell you as much as possible in 30 seconds. Behind him were flashing scenes of cars in various states of disrepair. What made the commercials funny is, in rapid-fire delivery, the guy said, “We specialize in foreign cars, we specialize in American cars, we specialize in body work, we specialize in painting,…” and on and on… They specialized in everything they did. By the end of it, even people who let language just flow over them with no thought woke up enough to go “Hang on, dude. Maybe go look up the word “specialize””
Think of Peter Enis Wang doing that kind of commercial, along with wildly misinterpreting what his inventory might be, and you’ve got it.
Dang. Now I’ve gotta make sure we see his commercials here.
I don’t think they let you go into Brazilian Steakhouses without shoes or shirts. Definitely not without pants.
David walked into that one.
I mean, without meaning to.
‘Cause he had no idea it was there.
It happens.
Oh, good. Hubris got his fish, Mr. Biner and Steven are going to have some Appleby’s and Kara is going to… No, she’s not getting smoked ribs.
Someone else’s ribs are likely to get smoked now, I bet.
So, if you found yourself in the woods, thinking you’ve been having an in-depth conversation with raccoons who rode their tricycle into the woods and caught you a fish for dinner…
I mean, I’d hopefully start wondering if I could work out from empirical evidence if I were, in fact, stroking out or hallucinating mightily.
On the other hand, we should hang on to the fever dream… how else are we gonna have a fish to eat?
Paste doesn’t have any preconceived notions about Chaos.
He’s mostly as pleased with it as with Order, or Pandemonium, or Lunacy, or Quiet, or …
I mean, he PREFERS Chaos, he just doesn’t have any preconceived notions about whether it’s bad or good or just IS.
Feel free, if you’re that kind of person, to fix up a D&D sheet for Paste, but I think “Chaotic Neutral” is probably a given.
And send me a copy of that sheet. It’s probably hilarious.
Is there any reason for Raleigh to know Hubris’ name? Really? No, there’s not a REASON… in that it’s not reasonable to thing that Raleigh cares.
And it’s not reasonable to think of him (or her, how would we know?) as Raleigh, ’cause that’s clearly not the sound that was made when Hubris asked.
And… was Hubris really ASKING? That seem weird to you?
Let’s face it. The glitter is not what needed cleaning up.
The leftover crowd that didn’t wanna go home needed cleaning up.
And who better to know how to drive away every single person around her than Dusty?
Or, to be completely fair, who’s gonna stick around when there’s several hundred pounds of glitter to clean up. Honestly, it just doesn’t work that way. Glitter doesn’t ‘clean’. Glitter, by its very nature is the opposite of clean, and therefore cannot be cleaned.
Your best hope is that it doesn’t kill everyone and despoil the environment for a hundred miles in any direction. It’s GLITTER, after all.
Hubris has always been an essentially upbeat guy. All that gloom and doom stuff he was saying was bound to be momentary.
See there? No broken bones and fresh fish! Find the frying pan, and the world is all good again!
