#Easter bleatings

[photocyclelog]

Happy Easter Bleatings from the west Highlands of Scotland 😍

(Lambing time is very late in this area, and new lambs are appearing every day at the moment.)

Photo: Easter Day, 20th April 2025

[mothman-did-nothing-wrong]

Fit check

[asmidge]

Irontail was right. All he did was make Easter emo and they hated him for it. They’re acting like emo Easter with chocolate tarantulas and octopuses wouldn’t rule

[l4-vi3-3n-ros3]

In the morning glow of Easter's grace,

Three siblings met in a hidden place.

Arley the bunny with fur so fine,

Aniello the lamb, an innocent divine.

“Come gather ‘round!” cried Arley with cheer,

“The sun is awake; our day has drawn near!

We’ll find all the treasures that springtime bestows—

With joy and adventure where wildflower grows.”

Aniello bleated and hopped to his side,

Together they wandered with spirits untried.

Through fields dappled green under skies bright and blue,

They laughed as they played in the sweet morning dew.

Then from afar came soft chirps on the breeze,

Little Peggy emerged through a chorus of trees—

A chick flairing feathers as bright as can be:

“Dear siblings,” she called out with glee like a spree!

“We have eggs to discover beneath blooms galore!

Let’s search high and low by each tree trunk and door!”

So joyously trottin’, three friends hand in winged-paw —

With laughter that echoed their camaraderie raw.

Each bush held a secret; each flower concealed

Colorful eggs painted by nature revealed.

The robin sang songs while they scoured about;

With baskets held high there was no trace of doubt.

“Oh look at this one!” squealed little Peggy bright,

As yellow hues sparkled in soft morning light.

“It’s nestled so snugly right here by this wall—”

The maples nodded gently as if hearing her call.

Aniello danced round a patch rich in clover;

“I see them ahead! There are more rolling over!”

While Arley stood watch at their playful delight –

He’d leap for every treasure brought forth into sight!

By noon’s gentle whispers warmth spread wide around—

Among blossoms aglow such pure joys abound.

“We’ve gathered our blessings,” said Aniello meek,

“But let’s share what we’ve found—it’s harmony we seek.”

So back to their home filled with giggles galore,

Three hearts full of love at their own festive core.

But soon came Dusk cloaked in twilight's embrace—

“Our bond shines eternal,” whispered night-space.

With baskets now empty but souls full anew,

Their laughter still lingered like fresh scented dew.

For though seasons roll on like waves kith-and-kin,

It’s family togetherness set deep within.

Thus Easter concludes where young dreams intertwine—

In memories treasured most fragrant divine;

Arley remains ever playful and spry,

While Aniello hops softly ’neath vast azure sky.

And little sweet Peggy chirps songs clear above,—

Bound close through this tale wrapped up warmest love.

So raise up your heart when you hear songbirds play—

These siblings remind us how joyous “together” can stay!

On paths adorned richly 'neath sunlight so free —

Where bunnies run swift as dear hearts kin agree!

This ballad will echo across valleys wide —

Of Arley and Aniello—and dear sister pride.

The spirit endures beyond troubles or fights —

To cherish those moments brings pure delight.

May every Easter bring laughter anew again —

For love is unbreakable among sibling friends!

[cuppa-and-a-view]

First Sausage Sizzle of the Year

it's that time of year again!

Cuppa: hot chocolate from a whistling kettle (the best kind)

View: Carron Valley Reservoir

Dinner: square sausage in a morning roll!

Sometimes, you don't want to go out, so you snuggle down. Other times, you don't want to go out, but you know you need to.

Dams are fun, aren't they? They water's really high just now. We'll be glad of that if it's a dry summer. It's choppy tonight, and the waves are breaking over the spillways

I'm so confused about what time of year it is, because of the early Easter and having been abroad. I keep thinking it's later than it is, and feeling lost and disoriented. My sense of being grounded depends so much on the seasons, I needed some time outside to reset my clock, in among the birdsong and the bleating of the lambs.

[themosthatedbeingmoving]

Luci's Easter gift arrives in the form of a brown paper bag filled with sinner gore hurled right at his bedroom window.

He lets out a startled goat bleat as the bag full of gore hits the window and breaks it . “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

[indyfilmlibrary]

Down the rabbit hole: The forgotten legacy of Will Vinton’s Claymation Easter

Along with the climate change-induced spring bloom, Easter is early this year. And like a horde of putrid crocuses, the idiots claiming “Easter eggs don’t even say Easter on them anymore” have surfaced to bleat out there bizarre and inaccurate assertions of political correctness gone mad. In their honour, I thought I’d write something to remind everyone about the reason for the season. Jesus.…

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

GOAT! 

I wanna talk about this little easter egg. It's been pointed out before by all those 'easter eggs you missed' things floating around. BUT there's more to it. 

Khnum: One of the earliest-known Egyptian deities. God of the source of the Nile, creator of the other deities, "Lord of created things from himself", "Divine Potter". 

The story is that he is the source of the Nile, thus the source of life giving himself. He created the gods and humans from the silt that washes down the Nile, thus he is the Divine Potter. Sometimes called both the father and mother of Ra. 

Depicted as a ram with twisting horns. 

Oh, you mean this guy? 

Intentionally there by filmmakers? Not really. If I recall correctly, they just happened to look up and saw a goat and went “GET THAT ON CAMERA” 

But in the story, this is amazing. Absolutely amazing. 

The god of gods and all creation and creator of people is there watching them seek the tomb of Ammit. Not just that, with the rock across the canyon like that, it is framed as a doorway, or an entrance to a temple or tomb. And this is where Marc and Steven are about to enter into the Duat. 

Khonshu isn’t there with them anymore. They have lost their protection. Marc and Steven are at the peak of their arguing and shutting each other out. The world is in danger and Ammit is about to be released. And here we have this goat sitting on top of a round almost world shaped boulder watching them enter this area. 

But this isn’t the first time we’ve seen a goat in this series. 

Harrow’s little cult neighborhood has one. THE SAME TYPE. This time we only get a brief sorta shot of it. Off to the side, being controlled/restrained by one of Harrow’s people. Now, Harrow boasts about how this neighborhood grows their own food, shares everything, and is self sustaining for the most part. But why THAT type of goat? That doesn’t seem like something that would help them in any way. There’s no vegetation overgrowth for it to keep down. There are far better types of goats to get milk from. Are they going to eat the goat? Unlikely. 

Digging a little deeper into the goat’s performance (which I know is silly because it is an animal in a movie and it’s going to do what it bloody well wants but let’s ignore all that for a moment). We see the goat standing there watching Harrow and Steven approach. As they get closer, the person handling the goat has to grab a horn and hold it back. The goat then starts to bleat. 

Now as they walk by, Steven does his observant thing. “Goat”. Which apparently was an Oscar improve, catching Ethan off guard. BUT. But but but. 

Steven notices and points out the goat. 1. It’s a goat. I mean, how often do you see a goat in London. 2. It’s THAT type of goat and weird to see them have it. 3. Steven has a hyper focus and everything is related to that focus. Especially since he KNOWS now that Egyptian gods are involved, but not to what extent. So he sees a goat that looks like that and his mind is going, “Khnum?” 

So the significance of Harrow having it? He is essentially a cult leader. One of high religion and importance. He believes he must set the world right. He believes that he must rid it of evil. The goat is there to show his power. But the goat is protesting. 

AND STEVEN PERCEIVES IT FIRST. 

He points it out to Harrow. Harrow dismisses it. He didn’t notice it or the bleating and then he ignores it. He has the power there and he is above it. He is above protests. He is above what is right and wrong. Steven is not. Steven is morally grounded. 

So much of what Harrow is saying is just past Steven that he interrupts him to point out the oddity that is the goat. Harrow didn’t even notice then dismisses it and Steven just as easily. 

Now, I’m no expert on Egyptology.  I know you have the Ennead council here. You have the avatars and the statues by the chairs. But what about that LARGE head piece in the middle? The one with the curved horns?  

That doesn’t look like the traditional Ra who you might think would be big honcho here. But… That kinda looks like…

OH. Is that a theme I see popping up? CAUSE IT KINDA LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE WITH A BIG BRAIN DOWN IN MOON KNIGHT LAND PRODUCTION HAS A SENSE OF THEME. I could be wrong. I really don’t know my Egyptology very well. If you know who that statue is supposed to be, please tell me... But I see a resemblance! 

In this particular scene, Steven is in the back while Marc is challenged and ignored by the other gods. Marc is laid open and wounded at their feet and disregarded much like Steven is by Harrow. The statue is there silent in the background overlooking all. 

This god just keeps popping up, specifically overlooking Marc and Steven in their struggles to be heard. In their struggles to communicate. In their struggles to find themselves. In the scene of the goat on the boulder, it stands on the whole world looking down on them wondering if they will overcome enough to save the world. To save themselves. 

And Steven is the one who first noticed it and pointed it out. He sees so much more than people think he does. He is always taking in everything around him. Wondering about connections and how they might affect him. Perhaps he too is being watched. Being perceived. 

[iomadachd]

“ when i was a child, i couldn’t afford to do easter eggs. we couldn’t even afford eggs. ” (@whoever, it's always true lmao)

markiplier once said… (accepting)

The goat stares up at him as speaks, the chewing of greens the only sound breaking the silence before it bleats. Loudly.

[mcmxrtinski]

I found an Ian easter egg??

like when u check on the storm shelter with Laura, don't go straight towards it since that'll trigger the cutscene

instead go all the way to the left and approach the far end while staying left, once ur close to the storm shelter, u should be able to hear a sheep bleating

[silvermp]

Each kneeling prayer is surrounded by

echoes the corpse of a tortured son.

Candles fail to hide what black molds grow

Condensed from the breath of pious lungs.

From voices declaring devotion

Wrists waving in worship

Palms bouncing to a sing-a-long promise.

They crown themselves sheep and swear souls to their shepherd.

They are the devoted, cloven hooves, clambering across rocks or rolling pasture.

They are each a lost lamb, cradled in holy arms

Secure in bleated songs, they sanctify his words:

‘I saved you from sins I invented’

‘’Your suffering is a lesson’

‘If you do not obey, then I will leave you’

‘Anything less than blind obedience will be punished’

‘No one can love you like I do’

We do not know if Isaac begged for his life on the altar

We know he was bound

And that his father’s knife

did not hesitate.

Praise be to the meek, said the shepherd.

Glory to those who fall eagerly into my arms.

Blessings to the self-sacrificial

and trusting first-born sons.

When choosing which young throats to slit

It’s easier when they don’t struggle.

You eat lamb chops at Easter

And wonder why I don’t visit

[wolf-and-bard]

Of Witchers and Eggs

Summary: Basically what it says in the title. Geralt doesn’t know how to cook eggs (which Jaskier finds adorable and annoying), neither do Aiden and Lambert. Eskel does, but keeps getting bothered by a friend. Contains a handful of swear words. Length: 1.1k

Happy Easter, y’all! <3

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„Fuck,“ Geralt grumbles. „What now?“ He stares daggers into the chicken egg he holds with two fingers, as far away from himself as possible. It’s still warm and a feather clings to it, all courtesy of the little coop from which he stole a handful of them earlier.

„Have you ever even held an egg before?“ Jaskier replies with an unveiled mixture of joy and exasperation. They’ve been here before, but that doesn’t make it less uncomfortable for Geralt who squirms under the weight of his earlier promise.

I want to make something for breakfast. For you and Ciri. Something other than last night’s cold stew or a stale loaf of bread. Grand idea.

“Not never,” Geralt says, gaze swivelling between Jaskier, the egg, and the pan the bard put onto the simmering coals. No time like the present. His hand shakes lightly as he brings the egg to the edge of the pan just a smidge to forcefully. It cracks almost straight through and when Geralt tries to pry it open to fry it, it falls apart, splatters onto his and Jaskier’s thighs where they are pressed together. Some of it lands in the pan, complete with bits of shell in it.

“Oh dear,” Jaskier sighs, and rubs his forehead. He picks bits of shell out of the pan, then decides it’s hopeless and empties the whole thing into the grass. “How are you still alive, dear? I mean I was pampered as a child, but even I know how to fry some eggs.”

“Hmm.”

“You’re lucky you’re pretty.” Jaskier grins and taps his finger against Geralt’s nose. It’s a bit slimy and cold from the eggs, but the motion has Geralt go cross-eyed and he wants so badly to try again. And again. Until he gets it right.

“I’m sorry.”

“No matter, I can teach you,” Jaskier says. He kisses Geralt softly, his bard, his stupidly forgiving companion, and Geralt draws him closer, cradles his chin. Who cares about eggs anyway?

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“Here you are, pup,” Aiden says with a yawn, joining Lambert by the stove in Kaer Morhen’s kitchen. They are both only half-dressed and the first to get upon this freezing winter morning, but Lambert seems wide awake and intent on bursting the handful of eggs on the counter by directing smothering looks at them. Aiden shrugs inwardly, he won’t even ask what they have done to him. Instead, he draws both arms around Lambert’s middle and nuzzles close. “Where’d those eggs come from?” They definitely aren’t chicken eggs, they’re smaller, grey-tinged and uneven in shape. Still, Aiden’s mouth waters at the thought of popping them into his mouth, nicely cooked with extra salt and pepper added. Why is his stomach always the first thing that’s awake about him?

“I collected them,” Lambert says. He has his palms braced on the counter on either side of the eggs, but leans into Aiden’s touch. His yellow eyes stay trailed on them.

“What? You went out already?” Aiden nibbles on the skin of Lambert’s shoulders, shuffles his feet closer. Jerks back. The hems of Lambert’s breeches are frozen solid and, on closer inspection, his lips are tinged blue. “Lambs, what the heck?”

“I thought we could cook them. You like cooked eggs, don’t you? There are a handful of nests in the stables and I know it’s not the season or whatever, but I did find these. We could have breakfast by the hearth.”

Aiden blinks. This counts among the sweeterthings Lambert has done for him. Luckily, Lambert’s foul mouth is the last thing about him that wakes up. He’s softer in the mornings, more prone to caring and being cared for. Aiden kisses him, then noses at the scratchy hollow of his cheek.

“Thanks… do you know how to cook eggs though?”

“Uhm, don’t you?” Lambert shoots back, eyes darting to Aiden for the first time. They look at each other for a long moment, then Aiden bursts into giggles, Lambert into growls.

“I have no clue.”

“But you eat them all the time.”

“Yes, when other people cook them.”

“It can’t be that hard though, can it?”

Aiden ponders it. It really can’t, they just have to boil it for a bit, right? But these aren’t even chicken eggs. “Let’s just… wait for Vesemir to wake up.”

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Eskel finds himself a nice rock in one of the smaller courtyards, one that is perfect for sitting on, feeling the burn of his muscles from the training sequence he’s just been through and smelling spring’s bloom which is clear and punctuated by soft winds up here in the mountains. After a hunt has left him with a shattered knee and several internal wounds, he decided to remain in Kaer Morhen until he feels fully himself again. The others left weeks ago, Vesemir the last one, and Eskel’s been enjoying the quiet, the peace. He only ever gets to see the spikes and hazards of the keep these days, it’s nice to see it come to life with warm sunlight and blossoms that burst through the cracks.

His knee creaks in protest when he sits, the day a warm kiss on his sweat-glistening skin, and his stomach rumbles. Eskel grins and pats it, then takes a hearty bite of the bread he prepared himself. After Lambert showed him all his secret spots for snatching eggs from nests, Eskel’s been living on a diet of them. They’re just neat. The slab of bread he holds now is buttered, overflowing with scrambled egg and dried herbs and just enough salt to leave him on the comfortable side of thirsty. Eskel’s about to take another bite when something nudges his bad knee.

“Oh,” he says and his grin widens. “Hello there, little one. How are you today?” Lil’ Bleater bleats happily and headbutts his knee again. A hiss of pain travels up Eskel’s leg, but he ignores it in favour of scratching the goat between the horns. It tries to lick at his food.

“Oh, no you don’t. This is mine, there’s plenty of grass and clover and what not around here for you to feast on.” Eskel pauses and tears a huge chunk from his bread which earns him a glare. Lil’ Bleater rears up a little, then quickly licks at the crumbs that have spilled onto Eskel’s thighs, the ground.

“Stop that, you’re going to get yourself sick. I don’t think goats are supposed to eat egg.”

The goat tosses its head, prances around him, licks at Eskel’s elbow. Eskel can feel his heart go soft. Fuck, what is it with these animals that make him so… so… silly. He sighs and holds out his bread. Lil’ Bleater sniffs at it, snorts, then stalks off.

“Told you so,” Eskel mutters. More for him then.

[aconitum-napellus]

We're well into lambing season now. Their little bodies are chunking up. Bleats in the night. Bluebells starting to bloom as the daffodils die away. Easter eggs eaten. Longer days. Ears of leaves uncurling from the trees. [Image description: colour Instagram photo of a Welsh mountain sheep looking one way and her lamb looking on the opposite direction, in a green field with a mountain in the distance.] #ImageDescription #Snowdonia #SnowdoniaNationalPark #eryri #wales #cymru #ConwyValley #DyffrynConwy #lambs #LambingSeason #sheep #farming https://www.instagram.com/p/CctMe5zMD13/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[apesoformythoughts]

«It is late last night the dog was speaking of you;  the snipe was speaking of you in her deep marsh.  It is you are the lonely bird through the woods;  and that you may be without a mate until you find me. 

You promised me, and you said a lie to me,  that you would be before me where the sheep are flocked;  I gave a whistle and three hundred cries to you,  and I found nothing there but a bleating lamb. 

You promised me a thing that was hard for you,  a ship of gold under a silver mast;  twelve towns with a market in all of them,  and a fine white court by the side of the sea. 

You promised me a thing that is not possible,  that you would give me gloves of the skin of a fish;  that you would give me shoes of the skin of a bird;  and a suit of the dearest silk in Ireland. 

When I go by myself to the Well of Loneliness,  I sit down and I go through my trouble;  when I see the world and do not see my boy,  he that has an amber shade in his hair. 

It was on that Sunday I gave my love to you;  the Sunday that is last before Easter Sunday  and myself on my knees reading the Passion;  and my two eyes giving love to you for ever. 

My mother has said to me not to be talking with you today,  or tomorrow, or on the Sunday;  it was a bad time she took for telling me that;  it was shutting the door after the house was robbed. 

My heart is as black as the blackness of the sloe,  or as the black coal that is on the smith's forge;  or as the sole of a shoe left in white halls;  it was you put that darkness over my life. 

You have taken the east from me, you have taken the west from me;  you have taken what is before me and what is behind me;  you have taken the moon, you have taken the sun from me;  and my fear is great that you have taken God from me!»

— “Donal Og” (Anonymous eighth-century Irish poem, translated by Lady Augusta Gregory)

[9w1ft]

I just listened to the audio recording of Lover, the bonus track, and idk if anyone mentioned this yet, but when Taylor goes to sing magnetic force of a man, right before man it bleeps out and she sings it again. It's like she accidentally said woman! 😅😍 And there is another part where something Jack says is bleeped out. It's so loud and obvious! She is purposefully leaving little Easter eggs everywhere.

😂 i’ll have to go back and listen again. i do remember that when she goes to sing it again she really bleats out MAAAN it’s really funny!

[imdoingthismspaintadventure]

In which we close a narrative loop and dave is a tsun

Dave: Get the damn beta and save your friend's life!

Let’s get a move on!!

Finally the betas are easily accesible when we want them to be, instead of spending 40 pages finding them by doing things like throwing cakes out the window

This notion strikes you as nonsensical. You can't imagine how a video game could save someone's life, and in any case, you're quite sure no one you know is in any danger.

.... fucking what

Is this before the other things? Have we gone slightly back in time in terms of the general story? Is this while John was fucking around in his room?

....Does this mean that we will lose these betas somehow in the inmediate future because nothing can ever be easy? Oh no

Anyway, these are your copies of the beta you received in the mail recently. You've labeled them with your name in BOLD RED PRINT to distinguish them from your BRO's copies, who labeled his in kind. Neither of you really gives a shit about this game or has any intention of playing it, but you'll be damned if you'll let that get in the way of your campaign of one-upmanship.

What is it with these kids and weird family relationships?

I predict we will lose our copies and we will have to get Bro’s copies, based on that each kid so far has had their parent/authority figure as an antagonistic force.

Dave: Bleat like a goat and piss on your turntable.

Oh god this is indeed a pattern we are going to be following!

We had the “wrong name” bit, the “find your arms” bit, the “idiotic command” bit....Are we going to do them again for GG when they are introduced? I wonder what this command will be then.

You would never consider allowing any fluid even remotely resembling urine to touch your beloved TURNTABLES. That would risk breaking them, and a world without the gift of your godly science just doesn't sound like a place you want any part of. While you're at it, you might as well wipe out human civilization with a meteor or something ridiculous like that which will probably never happen.

I like that the “on your turntable” part is the outrageous part of “bleat like a goat and piss on your turntable” for Dave. Kid values his raps more than his life. Although it’s probably true that the world would be lesser without those wonderful, wonderful things.

And yeah, nothing to worry about with meteors and such, Dave. I’m sure nothing bad will happen, ever. Just like how those game copies you have are going to be safe and accesible forever.

That sort of thing only happens in stupid idiot movies for stupid idiots.

Oh come on, I’m sure you can find a bit of value in them, even if it’s in a “so bad it’s good” kind of way.

==>

...wait, are you really considering it?

You will however contemplate bleating like a goat for IRONICALLY HUMOROUS purposes at a later date.

...I will keep that in mind in case it comes up later.

If PS has taught me anything is that these comics are Chekhov’s armories

Dave: Examine closet.

So inside the closet there is yet another package (probably a gift from John, judging by the pattern we seem to be having. Seriously, do all these kids send each other presents in the same manner? ) and some sort of drink?

This is your closet. This is where you keep a lot of your crap.

Most accurate description of a closet ever

Like that BOX. And that bottle of... what is that? Is that...?

.....

Is that seriously a jar of piss? I would say “wtf” loudly, but your room is such a weird combination of things (including those weird fetus/ dissecated animals/ weeeeird shit) that I wouldn’t even be suprised

Dave: Check the blue box.

.....WHAT?

W-Why is there the BLACK OILY SUBSTANCE THAT STAINED THE KITCHEN WHERE JOHN IS STRANDED IN THE VOID HERE, ON THE PACKAGE??

Does the oil have multiversal properties? If it stains one’s house it also retroactively stains his possesions?? Or is this package from after those events?? Has it gone back in time??

WHAT??

But first let’s stop for a moment to appreciate the fact that Dave has a signed Stiller poster

This is the package that your friend John Egbert sent you for your 13th birthday a little while ago. It now contains nothing except a NOTE and a CERTIFICATE OF AUTHENTICITY vouching for the genuine Hollywood memorabilia which the box originally contained, and which you are now wearing to be IRONIC but also to be INCREDIBLY COOL IN A WAY SOMEHOW INTANGIBLY RELATED TO THE IRONIC NATURE OF THE ACCESSORY. You find it sort of exasperating to explain these subtleties to people.

John gave him the shades!! And they are apparently the real shades Ben Stiller wore in the movie!! That means that they are not *the* universal shades of PS, unless the shades in the Stiller bust were these ones and they somehow ended up there. But isn’t PS a videogame in this universe? But these shades had the universal glow?

Let’s not think too hard about that. It’s probably just an easter egg.

Also Dave please write a thesis on irony, the world needs it please.

The BOX also included a signed photo of BEN STILLER which now proudly hangs above your closet. Proudly and IRONICALLY.

I really like this totally (un)cool hipster kid.

Dave: Take box.

ohwahtthefuck

WHY ARE THE SYLLADEXES GETTING WORSE???

So it classifies things based on the balance of consonants and vocals in the name of the object and assigning an index value like in a hash map.

Oh boy this is a completely useless one in terms of getting shit done quickly, unless you have a godly grasp on words and their composition.

You captchalogue the BOX through your HASH MAP FETCH MODUS. Your modus's current HASH FUNCTION resolves the index by valuing each consonant at 2, and each vowel at 1. The total is divided by your number of cards, and the remainder is the index. BOX = 2 + 1 + 2 = 5 5 % 10 = 5 The BOX is captchalogued in card 5.

Just...LOOK at this

Look at this madness.

Dave: Examine jar of unknown yellow substance in the closet.

I don’t know why, but the combination of the quick turnaround, the fanfare and the fucking apple’s face makes this way more funny than it should be.

So it WAS apple juice after all.

Oh hell yes. It is an unopened container of APPLE JUICE. You thought you were all out. It is like fucking christmas up in here. This is so great. You've got to tell John about this immediately. He'll be so excited.

Oh wait, is this before the first conversation, when Dave and John talked about Little Monsters and Apple Juices? Is this why that conversation was as out of left field as it was?

I see how it all fits together now

Dave: Take juice.

You captchalogue the JUICE into card 7. 2+1+1+2+1 %10 = 7.

Dear god is this system nightmarish

Dave: Access Pesterchum and pester John.

Oh I can see the loop closing!

In addition to letting your buddy know about this outstanding juice windfall, you figure you'll wish him a happy birthday while you're at it. In your own cool, sort of roundabout way of course. Good thing you looked at that box he sent you, or you might have forgotten. You also might as well ask him about that beta. The kid's been harping about it for weeks. It would be cool if it came on his birthday. He'd be one happy camper.

Dave is such a tsundere in his friendships holy shit. You care about your friends a lot you dork

That background is rad

Wtf is “Complete Bullshit” as an app. (Probably some complete bullshit)

Ill beats because the laws of this universe demand it

Hephaestus, isn’t that the god of the blacksmiths and craftsmen? Cool icon. Reminds me of those flash games where the icons all fought each other.

Of course his emote in Pesterchum is  S m o o t h

-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 18:13 -- TG: hey so what sort of insane loot did you rake in today EB: i got a little monsters poster, it's so awesome. i'm going to watch it again today, the applejuice scene was so funny. TG: oh hell that is such a coincidence i just found an unopened container of apple juice in my closet it is like fucking christmas up in here EB: ok thats fine, but i just have one question and then a word of caution. have you ever seen a movie called little monsters starring howie mandel and fred savage? TG: but TG: the seal on the bottle is unbroken TG: are you suggesting someone put piss in my apple juice at the factory EB: all im saying is don't you think monster howie mandel has the power to do something as simple as reseal a bottle? EB: try using your brain numbnuts. TG: why did the fat kid or whoever drank it know what piss tasted like TG: i mean his reaction was nigh instantaneous EB: it was the 15th day in a row howie mandel peed in his juice. TG: ok i can accept that TG: monster B-list celebrity douchebags are cunning and persistent pranksters TG: also fred savage has a really punchable face TG: but who cares about this lets stop talking about it TG: did you get the beta yet EB: no. EB: did you? TG: man i got two copies already TG: but i dont care im not going to play it or anything the game sounds boring TG: did you see how it got slammed in game bro???? EB: game bro is a joke and we both know it. TG: yeah TG: why dont you go check your mail maybe its there now EB: alright.

And they DID indeed have the exact same conversation!!!

We are indeed back in time!!

We are sooooo gonna lose those Betas!!!! : D