I assume there’s a thriving market for food to eat whilst whittling on a rocking chair in front of your dry-goods store.

The infrequent news is very Jar-jaring.

There are glimpses that I recognize as Discworld. But... I just can’t see it as Discworld. Discworld-adjacent, maybe. Alt-Discworld. Disc-2. The flipside of the Disc.

“Southwest University” sounds like the just-specific-enough version of Arizona State that a show or movie would use to talk about a school known for its parties and ragers.

Check out the nip noob over here!

‘Mon then, bruv.

Some of my best friends have families!

I see Elon Musk trying on a Luke Skywalker wig.

I mean, immigrant detention camps are sort of the ultimate escape room.

Well, I’ve got one word and one sounds for you: Hai-yeeeee-yai, forces!

“Gay marriage!”

They could not wait to hear their version of “We Kings Three.”

The Billies Eilish.

This is even worse than the time our scripts weren’t authentic to the Black experience!

Oof, my latent Meester’s flaring up again. It always does that when the seasons change.

Stone was in Mulan, though! You must not have recognized her when she was in-character as the shifting and diverse terrains of China.

I’m sure he would willingly let himself be bitten, since I don’t think vampires can be strangled to death.

Please, Nilus, I just ate a whole plate of dingamagoo.

Ah, the old Obi-Wan excuse.

What a rare misstep for the British Empire to honor a terrible man.