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Daily Archives: March 8, 2024
gone bye bye
In this “Amazing Digital Circus” teaser, ringmaster Caine directly references Kane (Pixels) and his famed Back Room bacteria creature. Knew it.
And then there’s the abstracted Kaufmo clown character from the pilot, who some spell as Cofmo. Including me here. Poor Cofmo. But good guy (?) Caine takes care of the immediate danger for himself and his still intact circus employees by banishing the poor transmogrified creature to an underworld, underwater realm.
“Honey? Honey? Snap out of it again. Look at me look at me. Honey?”
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Okama Majo rests comfortably on Fuzzy Wuzzy, his devious plan fulfilled. Heat back up to normal in his house — no need for exercise to generate warmth now. Cat litter cleaned and deodorized — no urine smell about the place. Wendy: gone. His similarly red topped store in the center of Kangerootown safe, phew!
And all because he switched around some of the language in his report to mayor Golden Jim, who passed it on to town council chair Newt for a final decision. Just a bit, and all from one sentence. It wasn’t that hot dogs from reporting companies in the referenced study contained 5 percent human DNA but instead that 5 percent of these reported *some* human DNA in their product, probably from workers’ hair or skin cells and so on. The words stayed exactly the same. He was just passing it along. If he gets caught he has what he feels is an air tight alibi of that it was someone *else’s* responsibility to proofread the document and make sure the words were in the right order.
Original sentence:
“5 percent of all reporting companies found human DNA in their hot dogs.”
Altered sentence:
“All reporting companies found 5 percent of human DNA in their hot dogs.”
Back to sleep after reviewing his alibi once more. Beloved warmth again. Makes him feel so lazy. Like a cat, he realizes. A sly, conniving cat. “Night night, Fuzzy.”
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“King Rodney,” the Shadow spoke. He turned, confronted it.
“Me? I’m no king. I’m just a ruler of a country, democratic in nature. Now, anyways.”
“The Country of Morrow. Otherwise: Cofmo.”
“Well, yeah. That’s it. A country, not a kingdom.”
“But you train ants. I mean, you have ant warriors. In your fort — make that: forts.”
“Use to. When I was a kid I suppose. Now I’m they’re grown up. I have adult games to play.”
“So I’ve heard,” the Shadow spoke. A pause, then: “What year is it, ruler of Cofmo? I mean, can you sit in a diner with a white girl or even an Asian girl and get away with it? Can you listen to the Everly Brothers blaring from a jukebox? Or do you have to settle for Fats Domino?”
“I… don’t know. 1984 I guess. Last I checked. What time do *you* think it is? Shadow. My Shadow I’m supposing.”
“Correct. You are just confronting yourself. Because this is a dream. I know something that you need to know. About the abstracting.”
“The what?” And he woke up.
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Sunklands 