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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 15/10/2026

Move over The Backrooms, here comes The Cat Box.

Screenshot of alerts from the robotic cat litter box:

11m ago: “La Lettiera Della Morte finished a clean cycle”

7m ago: “Unexpected motion detected in the drawer of La Lettiera Della Morte. Check your device as soon as possible.”

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

Truer words have never been spoken.

Screenshot of the lyrics to “Things you can do” on the album Deltron 3030: “Intelligence, never let a computer tell me shit”

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

Jackson Holliday! This fucking guy!! God, he sucks so bad.

Screenshot from MLB app showing Jackson Holliday getting thrown out at 3rd in extra innings on a fielder’s choice instead of staying on fucking 2nd like he should’ve.

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

Hamid Ismailov’s “We Computers” Love this stuff.

…he returned to this palace of mirages every tine, so that eventually he grew angry; but this sweet vision was so persistent that the Stranger lost the will to resist, and he overcame all his fear, and again he surrendered to this dream ...
...The moon in the sky rocked in time with his boat, and he could not have told you whether the moon was floating among the sparse clouds or whether the waves in the sea were spreading into the sky; but the poet's soul, like an island between two oceans, felt in harmony with both the elements, swimming over the watery plane and floating through the air. What was his purpose in this world? Could he not have been born a seagull, to fly and call out cries with no meaning, or at least a fish, to swim in its own mute surroundings? No, better yet, a tulip-the world's downfall, a crystal ball, the garden in thrall, the celestial sprawl, ornament of us all, faith's faint call, time's own hall, the beloved over all, the khan's battle call, the moon casts a pall, the mouth's caterwaul, the lips' sad squall, a skeletal wall-a tulip in fall, at the very least?!
After all those rhymes another came to him: Ramadan's crescent-moon call.
So many things had the poet seen in his time! He had held places of honor ever since his youth, but then became a man nobody needed; to his good fortune, Ibrahim Pasha had been promoted to be the imperial son-in-law, and he…

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 11/08/2026

The 1982 Ford Granada station wagon. This used to be a proper country.

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 09/08/2026

Currently reading Shahriar Mandanipour’s “Censoring an Iranian Love Story.” It’s been incredible so far.

long assignment and headed for materialist China, whose relationship with Muslim countries was improving day by day. Well, where do you think the best place is in China to scientifically research techniques for deleting counterrevolutionary symbols and methods of population increase? Obviously in Chinese pencil factories.
Ask me what I mean, and, by the way, also ask me how all these labyrinthine tales relate to a simple love story. And I will say:
As a matter of fact, the tales are very much related to our love story.
Just as a pencil can freely write the words of a nauseating love story replete with veiled sexual undertones as a service to a corrupt counter-revolutionary culture, it can also be the instrument with which the sentences of that same story are crossed out. The same way that a pencil in the hands of a corrupt-minded writer or spy or traitor can transfer words that, consciously or subconsciously, carry the viruses of a decadent Western culture, it can also, with the sharpness of its tip, like the needle of a syringe, inject the vaccine against the same antirevolution microbes in the population's veins. On the other hand, think about it, what a highly consumed commodity pencils must be in a country where thousands of writers and poets write to become the greatest writer or poet in the world, and facing them, thousands of people read what they have written to cross out instances of their immorality.

When Sinbad returned to Iran from his fact-finding mission, in his pocket he had a small contract to import high-quality Chinese pencils to offset the presence of illicit Western pencils. In two years and seven months, through his government position and the friends he had made in the customs department and the marketplace, Sinbad became the largest importer of handsome Chinese pencils. He resigned from his government job to make room for other creative young people to rise. He relocated his import-export business to Tehran and spent all his energy, ingenuity, and experience on importing pencils that did not write at all, and therefore did not burden anyone with the inconvenience of having to cross out and delete any words.
In the process of this revolutionary service, Sinbad amassed a large for-tune. His annual income was far more than the seventy-five million dollars that Mr. Bush's political machine had once earmarked for changing Iran's political regime. Sometimes, in the company of his merchant

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 05/08/2026

My neighbor needs to consider an alternative career or side hustle as a pet photographer.

Old Man Chester, aka the Man in the Gray Suit, aka Jaws, aka the Krakan.

Nandor the Relentless, aka Cosmo Kramer, aka Gary, aka Psst-Psst-Psst.

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 03/08/2026

There’s a lot over-the-top stuff happening in Percival Everett’s “Trees”, but this bit is a bridge too far.

the door and walked into the bar. All the lights were turned on. There were a couple of boxes of doughnuts on a table just inside.
Chi grabbed a fritter. Ho looked at him. "What? I like fritters.
You don't see them every day. I'm hungry."
"You won't be for long," a deputy sheriff said. "You the guys from Orange County?"
"Ho."
"Chi."
"Minh. Riverside Sheriff's Department." The woman shook their hands. "Can you spell grisly?"
"What you got?" Ho asked.
She led the way through the bar and into the office, where she stepped aside so they could see.
Chi took a bite of fritter. "Oh, this is some fucked-up shit." The body of a White man hung from a rafter, his face twisted,

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 24/07/2026

Buddy, have I got news for you...

An AI code review tool tells me that I'm autovivifying a variable as a hashref and that it's weird.

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 07/07/2026

Instead of naming him Nandor the Relentless (apt) we should’ve named him José Mourinho the Special One.

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 28/06/2026

Crap. This unlocks the potential for only scenario that leads to Iran’s elimination. LETS GO ALGERIA!!

A screenshot of a graphic showing Iran’s chances to advance out of the round robin stage. As long as there isnt a draw in the last two games, Iran advances. Actually…I _think_ that’s what that means…

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 22/06/2026

Wait until I tell my wife about this.

Screenshot of the BlueSky "Trending" box:
1. Burnham
2. Zelensky
3. Alan Greenspan
4. Game Development
5. Wes Streeting

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 09/06/2026

Apple Music tried to trick me into listening to a Foo Fighters song and I was like

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 06/06/2026

Summer time is Chester Himes time!

Reading “Cotton Comes to Harlem” at the pool. The text reads:

Cotton Comes to Harlem
From inside the delivery truck came a red burst of machine-gun fire and the bullet-proof windshield of the armored truck was suddenly filled with stars, partly obscuring the driver's vision.
He narrowly missed the bale of cotton, thinking he must have d.t.'s.
The guard was trying to get the muzzle of his rifle through a gun slot in the windshield when another burst of machine-gun fire came from the delivery truck and its back doors were slammed shut. No one noticed the detective on the running-board of the armored truck suddenly disappear. One moment he was there, the next he was gone.
The colored people on the tenement stoops, seeking relief from the hot night, began running over one another to get indoors. Some dove into the basement entrances beneath the stairs.
One loudmouthed comic shouted from the safety below the
level of the sidewalk, Harlem Hospital straight ahead.' From across the street another loudmouth shouted back,
'Morgue comes first."
The meat delivery truck was gaining on the armored truck.
It must have been powered to keep meat fresh from Texas.
From far behind came the faint sound of the scream of the siren from the police cruiser, seeming to cry, Wait for me!' Lightning flashed. Before the sound of thunder was heard, rain came down in torrents.

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 05/06/2026

Gobot-looking mofo on the right.

Gobot "Turbo", a red sports-ish car that transforms into a robot.

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 30/05/2026

I love the graphic shows dirt getting kicked up.

MLB gameday screenshot showing a pitch in the dirt.

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 15/05/2026

Started “Caravaggio: The Palette and the Sword”, and I’m surprised how it’s not as horny as one would expect just glancing through the pages.

Panel from “Caravaggio: The Palette and the Sword”. Two smiling ladies and a suspicious dude look over their shoulders as someone off panel says, “Ho! I see not all our painters are pleased! The sheep aren’t too happy when the Lion arrives, eh? Ha ha!”

Panel from “Caravaggio: The Palette and the Sword”. An aristocratic painter reviews his naked models against his painting of them. Someone leans over his shoulder and tells him “Marstro, that painter, Antiveduto Grammatical…he’s been waiting a half hour.”

Panel from “Caravaggio: The Palette and the Sword”. Caravaggio carries his favorite model, a now dead prostitute in a red dress, out of the Tiber River.

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 10/05/2026

Mustard did it to themself. Relish is completely innocent.

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 09/05/2026

Art But Make It Sports Tchotchkes.

Oriole bird bobble head that’s been broken off its base, propped up by two Hieronymus Bosch action figures.

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 07/05/2026

See you’re supposed to snip enough of the tip off so only one piece can fit through at a time, and then you’re supposed to massage that gentle stream of candies directly into your mouth. One at a time.

Reese’s Pieces in a carrot-shaped baggie.

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 04/05/2026

Xfinity doing work in the neighborhood, and the cats’ litter robot is *concerned*.

Phone notification from the litter box service:

La Lettiera Della Morte offline
! La Lettiera Della Morte has been offline for
1 hour. Check its connectivity.

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 03/05/2026

It’s been almost two months since i last heard from my dad, but for a brief moment yesterday, my messages finally went through and i got a reply. Nothing since then though…

WhatsApp message from yesterday that reads:
“Hi my dear, we are safe”

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 17/04/2026

This little ginger garden gnome knew _exactly_ what he was doing.

The Dook prick from the Carolina/Dook Allstate commercial.

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The Boron Sheikh @dasfuller.bsky.social · 12/04/2026

It was a good, solid win by the Os, but I’ll remember this game for two reasons: 1. The ump kept getting cooked on ABS challenges. 2. My daughter gave the Oriole Bird a birthday card.

The Orioles mascot, standing on the dugout roof, bends down to receive a birthday card from the 5yo.

The Oriole Bird, kneeling on the dugout roof, is clearly touched by the 5yo’s birthday card for him.

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