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I'm live, causing some problems on purpose (and knocking EVERYTHING off desks) in @_AbandonedSheep's Schrodinger's Cat Burglar! Come watch me crime noodle my way through the vast pipes of conspiracy, with a healthy dose of SCIENCE See you in chat! twitch.tv/theoperageek

At noon EST, join me for more cat-astrophic shenanigans in @_AbandonedSheep's Schrödinger's Cat Burglar! Since some from the devs nicely told me how to rename the cat, we shall indeed have an Esme to commit kitty crimes today. See you then! Twitch.tv/theoperageek

the ADHD urge to over-complicate a simple task by turning it into an ambitious project, until you get so overwhelmed by the massive (unnecessary) undertaking that you abandon ship and never return

The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time will be reborn on Nintendo Switch 2 in 2026. #NintendoDirect

And I'm live, working hard on that double agent life in @_AbandonedSheep's Schrodinger's Cat Burglar! See you in chat! twitch.tv/theoperageek

In about an hour, we are gonna jump back into our super secret spy life with a bit more of @_AbandonedSheep's Schrodinger's Cat Burglar! Hope to see you in chat! twitch.tv/theoperageek

This is Chootie. He looks like a dog, but from one of those 15th century paintings done by someone who had only ever heard about dogs. 12/10

Hollywood has spent nearly $600 million trying to bring Matt Damon home. Have they considered maybe he just doesn’t want to come back?

When the President of France visited the United States in April 1960, he asked the FBI to help him find a man. The man he was looking for was an American citizen. He was sixty-four years old. He had been awarded fifteen French military decorations and — six months earlier, in a ceremony in Paris — had been made a Knight of the Légion d'honneur, the highest civilian honor France can give. The medal had been pinned to his chest by the President himself, who had publicly called him un véritable héros français. A true French hero. The FBI located the man within a few days. He was operating an elevator at Rockefeller Center in New York City. The elevator operator's name was Eugene Bullard. He had been born in Columbus, Georgia, in 1895, the son of a man whose own father had been a slave. He had run away from Columbus at the age of eleven, after watching a white mob nearly lynch his father. He spent the next several years drifting through the American South. At sixteen, he stowed away on a German freighter at Norfolk, Virginia. He landed in Aberdeen, Scotland. From there he made his way to London, where he learned to box. By 1913, at eighteen, he was prizefighting in Paris. When Germany invaded France in August 1914, Bullard was nineteen years old. He had no legal obligation to fight. He had no French citizenship. He went to the recruiting office on October 19, 1914, and signed up for the French Foreign Legion. He spent the next eighteen months as an infantryman in some of the worst fighting of the war — at the Somme, at Champagne, at Verdun. He was wounded three times. The third wound, on March 5, 1916, tore open his thigh and left him with permanent damage to his leg. He was twenty years old. The doctors told him he would not return to the infantry. He decided he wanted to fly. In a Paris café in the spring of 1916, while he was recovering, Bullard mentioned to three white American friends that he was thinking of joining the French air service. A Mississippian named Jeff Dickson laughed. Gene, Dickson said, you know damn well there aren't any Negroes in aviation. Bullard answered: Sure do. That's why I want to get into it. There has to be a first to everything, and I'm going to be the first. Dickson bet him two thousand dollars he would not make it. Bullard took the bet. He earned his pilot's license on May 5, 1917. He won the bet. He reported to the front in August 1917 and flew approximately twenty combat missions over the next three months in a SPAD VII. The fuselage was painted with a bleeding heart pierced by a knife and the French phrase Tout le Sang qui Coule est Rouge — All Blood that Flows is Red. He carried, on every combat flight, a small capuchin monkey named Jimmy in the front of his flight jacket. The French press began calling him L'Hirondelle Noire — the Black Swallow. When the United States entered the war in 1917, Bullard immediately applied to transfer to the U.S. Army Air Service. His application was rejected. The U.S. Army Air Service had a policy, in 1917, of not accepting Black pilots. The other American pilots flying for France in his unit, all of them white, were transferred to the U.S. Air Service. He was the only one who was not. For the next twenty years, he was one of the most familiar faces in the Montmartre nightlife of Paris between the wars. He owned a nightclub called L'Escadrille. He spoke fluent French, English, and German. Hemingway drank there. Fitzgerald drank there. Langston Hughes drank there. Josephine Baker performed there. Louis Armstrong was a personal friend. When Germany invaded Poland in 1939, Bullard was forty-four. His fluent German and his ownership of a nightclub frequented by German officers made him useful to the French Resistance. He became an intelligence agent — eavesdropping in his own bar on conversations between German officers who did not know he understood every word. When France fell in June 1940, friends in the Resistance smuggled him across the Spanish border before the Gestapo could arrest him. He came back to the United States for the first time in twenty-eight years. He arrived in New York with thirty dollars in his pocket and a permanent limp. He did not return to a hero's welcome. He returned to a country that had no idea who he was. He worked at a perfume counter. He worked as a security guard. He worked at the Staten Island shipyards. By the late 1940s, he had taken the job that he would hold for most of the rest of his life. He operated the elevator at Rockefeller Center. He was wearing the elevator uniform on the day a producer from NBC came down from the studios upstairs to ask if he was the man Charles de Gaulle had been looking for. A few weeks later, NBC sent a film crew to interview him in the lobby. The studios where NBC produced The Today Show were on the floors above. He had operated the elevator that took the network executives up to those studios every morning for nearly ten years. He had not been recognized as he did it. He went back to operating the elevator the following Monday. He died of stomach cancer on October 12, 1961, three days after his sixty-sixth birthday. He was buried in the French War Veterans' section of Flushing Cemetery, in Queens, in the uniform of the French Foreign Legion. The casket was draped with the French flag. In 1994 — thirty-three years after his death — the United States Air Force formally commissioned Eugene Jacques Bullard as a Second Lieutenant, posthumously. It was the first commission the U.S. military had ever offered him. He had been the first Black combat pilot in American history. The French had been calling him a hero since 1917. The Americans got around to it in 1994.

And I'm live, with drops on, with #CivilizationVII! I'll be finishing up as Alexander the Sort-of-OK, then switching over to take a run at @_AbandonedSheep's Schrodinger's Cat Burglar - with our own crime noodle herself snoozing on camera. Come join us! twitch.tv/theoperageek

At 12PM EST, join me as I finish up my #CivilizationVII run as Alexander the Great - drops still on! - after which... ...heh heh... ...we are gonna switch and try @_AbandonedSheep's Schrodinger's Cat Burglar! See you in chat! twitch.tv/theoperageek

One of the grimmest political tricks of the last 15 years has been convincing the public that disabled people are a bigger economic threat than tax avoidance, private outsourcing failures, or housing costs.

I will die on the hill that John Williams is the closest thing we will have to a Mozart or Beethoven in our time. Said what I said.

Scotty got a B-A-T-H and is big mad about it, while Esmerelda Margaret (Note Spelling) is high as a kite so I could trim her nails. Big mad. PJ literally has to get in the tub with Scotty for the bath.

I'm signing a five-year contract to teach in England, and since longer contracts = higher visa fees, I'm selling signed autograph prints and video shoutouts to offset costs. You'll find links to help out in the thread; shares & retweets are greatly appreciated!! (1/5)

Oh gosh I'm really so glad I'm totally alone in my kitchen and there isn't a SUPER HIDDEN CAT that ABSOLUTELY NO ONE CAN SEE waiting to ambush me #CatsOfTwitter

They did, it was called America

"You actually cried playing a video game?" (i could srsly do an ENTIRE thread - I'm not a crier but I've had a lot of moments in games) (Some of) The (most recent) video game(s):

Remains one of my all time favorite pictures of PJ & I When finances get better I swear I'm getting art of it 😂 #TheWitcher3 #TrissAndGeralt