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Guys. Obviously I’m a completely unhinged Rebels fan. Maybe you already knew that. But from the first moment we saw, Adelphi (base?) I KNEW something was going to happen.

Want to know why?

A Y-Wing Bomber led us to the island. You know. Like the ones they liberated from Reklam in Steps into Shadow. (I know! Maybe not one of the same ones so many years later, but I just watched that ep so I was thinking about it.) Maybe that was the one Zeb flew in on!!

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) like in Mystery of Chopper Base

Definitely thought it was the Starbird at first, but an orange republic symbol?! I thought those were usually red/maroon…

Then - a helmet collection?!?

GARAZEB ORRELIOS?!?

Also, maybe this is totally wrong, but I was looking at all of the helmets and that one looked a lot like the one Kanan wore in The Occupation.

The Cowboy Man

And we got both a Sabacc line and THEN later on we even got the Puffer Pig line, both from Idiot’s Array.

Maybe some of these are a stretch, but either way that was a GREAT episode for us.

youll live inside a thousand beautiful memories rippling into each other forever inside my mind. ill take you on a trip to my grave

A guy in an entomology group I'm in got a confirmed brown recluse bite because he felt something tickle his neck and brushed it off, accidentally mashing the spider against his skin. This is how almost all recluse bites happen since they're very very unaggressive. Anyway the bite was just a small nasty spot that cleared up on its own, but his hands and feet swelled up really bad. Then when the swelling went back down, all his calluses were loose and just fell right off leaving his hands and feet like brand new???????????

"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."

The Dodgers may have won the pennant, but the Mets have won my heart.

It’s only been a couple of weeks since I saw a clip of Ohtani’s HR/SB record and then the Polar Bear’s homer to claim the wild card spot in the NLDS but I feel like I’ve been a fan of this team for years.

In a way I think it’s poetic that the player that got me thinking about baseball in the first place was the player to knock out the team I immediately latched on to.

So, while it was a rollercoaster ride through the Phillies series into a 2-4 loss in the NLCS, I’m so proud of what the Mets achieved this year and where they got to considering where they started.

I may not even know when the baseball season starts up again, but I’m going to be there cheering for the Mets whenever it does.

i can't fucking shut up about the man that people are starting to call "The Claims Adjuster" because he not only shot that evil fucker but:

wrote deny defend depose on the bullets in sharpie

deliberately left behind a backpack in central park full of fucking monopoly money

and the cherry on top (so far) is that he potentially used a gun that was designed for veterinarians to put down sick animals

its art, its amazing, this is the best thing thats happened in like 10 years and he is my hero. Everything has felt so bleak and this is like a ray of light shining through the dark clouds into my soul

may they never catch him, and may we never find out who he was

Doctor Lilith Sternin Crane

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MLB has been rubbing secret, special mud on all the baseballs for the last 80 years to give them good grip and they just figured out why it works so well.

One guy collects the special mud from his family's fishing hole. This is the most baseball thing in the world.

I went to the small pizzeria in a nearby village last month and asked for a calzone, and when she brought it to me the owner had a look on her face I can only describe as bitter.

Naturally my first assumption was that she was judging me for my food order (maybe calzones are too easy compared to other pizzas and she felt under-challenged as a pizza chef?), but then I looked at my calzone and the more I looked at it, the more I felt like it might have been a failed attempt at a cat calzone.

(I didn't ask for a cat calzone, just a calzone.)

If I had immediately identified it as a cat calzone I would have of course said something about it, such as "Aww that's so cute! You made it in the shape of a cat!! Thank you!" — but it was too late. I hesitated too long, and it was just failed enough that I wasn't sure it was meant to be a cat.

I think this poor woman knew her cat calzone was a failure and I wouldn't be able to recognise her effort for what it was, hence the bitterness in her eyes when she brought it to me.

I asked my friend if my pizza looked like a cat to her, and she said "Are you saying this because of the olives? I think they were just placed randomly."

no, I think they were meant to be eyes, and a cat nose. And those are the ears. Wait, I'll turn it in your direction so you can see

Friend: "It's just a pointy calzone... Maybe you should ask the chef if she meant to make it a cat?"

If I tried to make a cat calzone and the recipient of this gift went like 'hey, sorry, is this weird-looking thing meant to be cat?' I would sell my pizza restaurant and drown myself in the river.

After considering this, my friend said we could brainstorm a better phrasing—but then we ended up agreeing that since the chef didn't go 'haha sorry I tried to make a cat and failed!!' when she brought my pizza, the options were a) she didn't try to make a cat; b) she feels humiliated by her failure, and either way it's better to say nothing.

But I felt deeply curious about this unresolved mystery, so this week when I went back to the pizzeria I asked for a calzone again.

The options were now: a) the chef brings me a better, recognisable cat calzone and I immediately remark upon it and she's happy and we erase the failed cat calzone from the historical record and never mention it ever;

or b) the chef brings me a normal calzone, which suggests that the vague cat shape from last time was accidental and just another instance of chronic cat pareidolia.

(I refused to consider option c) The chef brings me another failed, hardly-recognisable cat. She just doesn't seem like the kind of person who would let that happen to her twice.)

Here's the photo of the failed cat calzone from last time, which, according to my friend, just looks like a pointy calzone with randomly-placed olives and not a deliberate attempt to make a cat:

And here's what the chef brought me this time:

THAT'S A CAT.

I knew it!!!!

And it looks so sad!! This cat calzone looks like it will burst into olive oil tears if you once again fail to identify it as the cat that it is

But I didn't; I was so ready this time. I went "A cat!!!!! It's so cute!" and the chef went like yes!!! I tried to make one last time but it looked weird :(

I said I was pretty sure it was a cat last time and apologised for not bringing it up and she said no, it's my responsibility to make it a decent cat. She also said she was glad I'd come back and ordered another calzone because she was really bothered ("vraiment embêtée") by that first failed attempt, and wondering if I'd noticed an attempt was made (and failed)

That's so relatable. It's like when you make a really embarrassing spelling mistake in a text and you're not sure if the other person has seen it and is judging you for it. Should you bring it up? Can it go unnoticed if you don't? It's the cat calzone equivalent of that. I'm so glad we were able to clear the air.