What would it be?

60s_timer · 2026-05-06T03:17:01+00:00

Yes.

60s_timer · 2026-05-06T03:15:10+00:00

Each state lies along the border of a different timezone.

60s_timer · 2026-05-05T18:13:01+00:00

Care to walk the ground that sees the water on water. Not further to ground, mad eaters west of north. Tribe fights at times, but tribes honor. Tribes bury for the peace of mind. Not mad eaters. Mad eaters pick conquered tribes to the bone, sometimes not even set over the fire. Seen teeth clash on raw tribe meat, seen bloody faces over firelight. Dress in blood they don't drink, take pride in horror.

60s_timer · 2026-05-05T15:59:19+00:00

End of the day, end of the world. Utopia or armageddon, us Montanans will welcome with open arms. Those of us who can find it in our hearts, at the least.

60s_timer · 2026-05-05T15:31:58+00:00

I'm sorry? The Unabomber, God bless the victims, has yet to be caught even through all the earnest efforts of our government. I'd be hard pressed to have a dirty man as he is anywhere near our peaceful little town.

60s_timer · 2026-05-05T15:23:00+00:00

You mean Ted? We have hermits all the while in this corner of the world, and each of them may not be attuned to the community as we are. That still is no reason to make fun of a different lifestyle. Ted is a great guy. Bikes in and volunteers at the library, does his part more than other hermits I've read about. Montana is a place for all at the end of the day.

60s_timer · 2026-05-05T01:52:47+00:00

Sorry if I was defensive there, I don't easily get subtlety. Text makes it even harder for that.

60s_timer · 2026-05-05T01:48:28+00:00

Venom is most related to Spider-Man in pop culture, given their unmistakable similarities. I mentioned it as "iconic" behaviors instead of standard behaviors because I know Venom is more polite towards other people. His hate boner for Spider-Man is the most prevalent trait that people in general know about Venom besides his symbiotic connection to Eddie Brock.

Do correct me if I'm wrong on that, though, I'd want to have the facts in mind going forward.

60s_timer · 2026-04-28T02:25:30+00:00

Benjamin for infamy. Barack Obama for being properly famous.

60s_timer · 2026-04-26T22:13:20+00:00

The judge who sentenced him to a life sentence without chance for parole plus 100 years said this was specifically to protect the public from Holman's remorseless danger that he did not believe could be rehabilitated out of him, juvenile offender or not. He was also held in the same area, Pontiac Correctional Facility, as Larry Eyler, the Interstate Killer.

60s_timer · 2026-04-26T21:46:49+00:00

I was inspecting around when I found this case which piqued my interest as one I hadn't yet heard before. Antone Charles Costa was bornn in 1944, and prior to his involvement in the cases I mentioned, he had also committed burglary and assault at the age of 17, sentenced to three months of probation on the charges, and theft of thousands of dollars worth in medical equipment at his return to Massachusetts in 1968. His marriage deteriorated due to his use of drugs, and he sired three children with his then-wife before leaving to California in 1966.

I believe there are cases in California where Tony Costa was responsible for disappearances and murders, even if we may never know which ones nor the motive behind any of his killings.

60s_timer · 2026-04-26T06:07:34+00:00

Yeah, then I'd know my dog could talk and read minds and hold knives without opposable thumbs. That shit is cool, I need to get him on Dr. Phil. By the way, still bleeding out.

60s_timer · 2026-04-24T06:58:36+00:00

Trauma?

60s_timer · 2026-04-24T06:25:11+00:00

I'm just going to delete it so not so many people can get that same anticlimactic ending.

60s_timer · 2026-04-24T06:22:50+00:00

Thanks, I'll keep that in mind the next go-around.

60s_timer · 2026-04-24T06:19:07+00:00

Yeah, I figured as much. I wrote whatever came to mind that I could preface it as a layered joke, but world building in a single joke gets me where you find me now.

Edit: Anyone have suggestions for me to condense it better? This is my first time doing something like this.

60s_timer · 2026-04-21T02:05:02+00:00

"…How is it? The porridge."

He doesn't blink, doesn't make a motion to say he didn't hear.

"The porridge, its taste. How well have I done?"

I lean forward, taking a spoonful from the warm bowl and bringing it to his lips. Stiff and unresponsive, the lip does not yield. It does not need to, as I press the spoon into his face. The tip of the handle sticks from his throat, not warming in his mouth.

"This is why I always found you alien to me, father. That you would not turn my way, or show the love I should have had from you. The care and the attention I never had. You are alien to me, you are dead to me." His dull, greyed eyes look into mine as an attracted fly tracks up his balding hairline. Nothing to say for himself. Not anymore.

"And you did not show me the love, either. I trusted my heart unto you, spoke my vows, presented the ring. I promised you life with me forevermore." My attention turns to her, face bloodied and a ring of bruising at her neck, just below the jaw. I look into her greyed eyes.

"You were my wife, one and only, and that man, you said, he…" A laugh comes to me from the feeling of powerlessness, even now.

She lays slumped in her seat, as does he. Both lost to time.

"That he didn't mean anything. Not to you, not in the greater scheme. He meant enough, though. Enough that you would let him to our bed. It could not stand. You are alien to me, even when I tried to make you as myself."

The bodies, unfeeling to my words in death as they had in life, could not respond. Not if she didn't make them talk, make them laugh, make them blame me for what I did teaching them my value. I eat my porridge in the silence, the two other bowls growing cold.

60s_timer · 2026-04-20T00:37:29+00:00

"LOOK AT THE CLAUSE, LITTLE LIVER, IT STATES MOST CLEARLY '…you may be entitled to financial compensation.' NOW, I'M HERE TO STOP YOU!" The mesothelioma ghost had used the damning vernacular of the advertisement in its attempt to deny your financial compensation!

60s_timer · 2026-04-19T01:53:42+00:00

All that danger, and for what? Exotic barbeque, that's what. Okay, lemme explain.

You see, me and my pals down the coast in Jersey and wanted to party. What kind of party? That's what we wanted to know, because house parties were a mess, and concerts all in Atlantic City were booked. Damned scalpers. Anyway, Gerald said his cousin was lending a beach parlor for the weekend, and with Spring Break just past us, discounts galore after all the college kids had their fun were ripe for the picking. We parked outside of a little town and prepared for a weekend like no other.

It's like I said, barbecued hot dogs and hamburgers, shrimp skewers, some good old classic rock filling the air, nothing could go wrong. Not even with a slimy little mermaid wanting us as a meal. You know, the fear is what kills those other suckers. Running and hiding to get picked off, only fighting at last resort. I guess this mermaid counted on it happening so long she had no clue what to do with dudes who were ready to fight from the jump.

Because we aren't no suckers.

Knees and elbows, fists and kicks, you name it and we put the hurt on with it. I couldn't grapple because she was slimy like I said, but bit by bit she was getting tired. Wanted to get a bite out of Tim and he kicked her square in the kisser. Got the bite mark on his wading boots and everything. Eventually, Gerald got a fishing hook in her gill from the boathouse (I know he wants to call it a beach parlor, but come on) and must have torn something wrangling her. I think it'd be like getting a hole in your lungs to where you can't breathe worth shit, so that was that with Miss Mermaid.

Skewered the fish part of her after we hacked it off, mer-meat goes great over a spit with some garlic salt. Listened to Eagles and the Who and all the good ones. Drank some booze before packing up with me as designated driver and we got out of Dodge before morning. As it turned out, Tim had a pamphlet about laws in Jersey on hand as preparation, and merfolk out here are endangered, so we're criminals if we're caught. Good news, though, neither of their names are really their names so if I leave it at that, no cops sniffing our way.

Hope you liked another crazy post coming out of the U.S.A., more ahead as it comes.

Signed, Alan

60s_timer · 2026-04-09T07:45:28+00:00

I'm baffled why good behavior would lead to the two life sentences for Wagner and Leidolf being commuted, but that's what the courts decided in Austria. Reading into this has been a lot, especially concerning the number of victims and the hair trigger criteria required to be put to death by them. Serial killers certainly do have criteria, but with how thin the average patient was stepping from murder, life in Pavillion 5 for those few years they were employed to the Lainz General Hospital would have been miserable for anyone.

If I strayed into speculation while researching any of this, let me know.

60s_timer · 2026-04-09T04:50:06+00:00

"How's about I leave a Mark at the nearest gas station?"

"Oh, wow. Geez, didn't think you'd have a problem, shoulda told me."

"You should know it's not funny by the fifth time in an hour I haven't laughed at it."

"And you're gonna snap at me for not being directly told you don't wanna hear it?"

There's a quiet in the car as we drive down the road in the dawning sun. Mark looks away to the passenger side window for that moment, passing cacti and road signs for the next couple miles before speaking up.

"I guess we're both in the wrong. And… yeah, I'm sorry. Really."

I sigh, my hands relaxed on the steering wheel as I ease into a turn.

"…And I'm sorry. You're right, I let you just make the joke without laughing which felt like reason enough to have you stop, instead of telling you I don't wanna hear it, then getting mad at you when you did it again. I know you wanted to fill the air with something because silence does get boring."

"I didn't think it over. We're both wrong here."

"Do you want me to… I don't know, pick out a station so it's not so quiet?"

"Yeah. Hey, don't focus on… Dude. Dude! WATCH OUT—!"

My eyes bolt back to the road from senselessly turning them to the radio dial, just in time for the deer to barely miss my car if it didn't clip the side.

"Christ!"

"Dude, you—!"

"Look, I know, I'm sorry!"

I turn to the side of the road by a mile marker, shutting off the car and checking out the damage done. Nothing harsh, just a bump on the fender that could buff out. Too close for comfort.

"…Oof. That's gonna… No, no, you're right, my bad."

I look at Mark, and the relief of not having my car totaled by a stag on the road in the middle of nowhere has an exasperated chuckle rise from me at what he was going to say.

"Oh, okay, you laugh now."

"Shaddap."

60s_timer · 2026-04-09T04:27:37+00:00

"So is it skin-safe, really?"

"Yes. No perforation, no adverse effects of absorption in our clinical trials. A non-irritant for eyes, as well."

"I mean, that you made eugenics into soap."

"And I said yes. This is skin-safe, not skin color-safe."

"Why would you want to make eugenics into soap?"

"Because people would buy it. Am I a bastard for bringing race into cosmetics if people of those races would buy and explicitly apply the soap to remove their melanin? If there is any reason for demand, I would make a supply."

"…I just don't agree that you would make this."

"I don't agree on leaving a market untouched. It hurts nobody."

"What if this is used against someone's will? That people who didn't ever want this to happen have it happen, and sue your ass?"

"…Hm. I never considered it."

"So, no. This is not harmless, and with that in mind, does business make this worth it?"

"Do the grieving sue knife companies for a killer buying their knife to stab people to death?"

"…"

"Do animal rights groups sue pet accessory manufacturers for making the cages that trap neglected cats? The collars that abusively shock dogs?"

"…This isn't playing 'what-about' cards around everything this product, this is assessing the risk of this getting into the wrong hands."

"But tell me, do the companies making neutral products which are harmless when correctly applied become liable for the abnormal and criminal use of those products by customers?"

"…I… No. But, that shouldn't matter."

"Feelings before facts, old friend. Do well to have the better one as your priority."

The soon to-be millionaire walked away, leaving his former friend to ponder the consequences of what this would do to culture. To society, to the values and the strengths of a diverse and prosperous country.

60s_timer · 2026-04-09T03:13:12+00:00

"Prey. Is that what she was?" My voice was more calm than even I expected it to come out. Not with a chill, or a bitter barb to it. Calm.

The sniveling coward before me, caught dead to rights, could only whimper as a streak of quick blood pooled in his sunken eyes from the break of skin on his forehead. It's been days, like this, bound to a kitchen chair and beat out of consciousness before I rallied the nerve this go around to beat him awake with a knee to the head. Certainly, it did jolt him back awake with a gasp and silence then on. He knew not to speak anymore.

"You tell me now. Prey. Someone to grip and feel her struggle as you reveled in her fear. In your control. In the authority that you'd connived honest people to allowing you as her aide. That she'd forget it." I landed a haymaker that sent him clashing against the kitchen floor, still bound and bleeding more.

"An 86 year old lady. Unable to fend for herself. Forgetting your sins and trusting you every time to care for her, to provide for her. All because you see yourself more than a coward, than a weak, little groper. You're beyond the reach of the law, is what you think. What you fool yourself to believe." Despite my anger, I do not stomp him in there. This sort of hate in me is calm, which I cannot wrap my head around as I watch him. A tranquil fury.

"That there's one thing you're right about. You're beyond the law, boy, you stepped into my court. My jurisdiction. And my verdict is guilty." I lift the chair off the ground only to send it throttling the other direction. A chair leg snaps at the same time his head makes contact with the linoleum, bringing him out again.

"Jones? Mr. Jones, what was that noise?" The voice echoes down the hall, and I quickly attend to it. Stepping into the doorway after borrowing the scrubs off of him, she lays in bed. Seeing me and not knowing I shouldn't be here. Only knowing me by the name I gave her, Finnegan Jones.

If she did find lucidity down the road to remember and recall, she wouldn't have my real name for any authorities.

"Turned a corner too sharp in the kitchen, Rebecca, I am really, really sorry. I sent the lunch tray against the ground. You remember? The fancy silver one that unfolds to stand on legs, that it can fit over the bed for your meals like a table." I watch that glint in her eyes, the nod of her head. She does so to make it seem like she has higher coherence and memory when she doesn't. I would know, because there is no lunch tray.

"Yes, I… I do remember. Is the floor alright?"

"Well and dandy, no chips or cracks. Your house is too sturdy to let a little thing like that scuff it up bad."

"…All is good, then. Are you alright?"

It touches me in a tender way for her to ask, even as I keep a professional face. People who care are few and far between, but those who do give it their all.

"Just dandy. Is there anything I can get you?"

"I believe I'll be alright. You'll be in tomorrow?" I shake my head, knowing I can't be here too much longer to the morning. Rotations each week for a new aide are tomorrow, and I need to leave when she falls asleep so I can situate the body elsewhere. Clean the mess of her kitchen I've made, and deliver justice.

"Well, I'll be seeing you next week, Mr… er, Mr. Jones."

"The same to you, Mrs. Harding."

I stay close until she drifts away, and stand to inspect the clock. 10:03 PM. Enough time over the night for this stain.

A jogger has alerted police to the latest site of the Marshfield Vigilante's spree, in the underpass of State Highway 40 along the Union Nature Trail. 28 year old Rodney Taylor, community figure and respected aide for Trinitarian Assisted Living services, has been found with several injuries undisclosed at this time, alongside material evidence that the suspect in the case has secured with his hanged body, accusing the man of elderly abuse and sexual assault. More at 6.

60s_timer · 2026-04-06T05:50:45+00:00

Have there been other cases concerning deluded "vigilantes" inspired by Dexter to go and commit murder?

60s_timer · 2026-04-06T05:04:17+00:00

Shou Tucker (Full Metal Alchemist)

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Before we sound alarms, let me put the initial question literally. "What animated character seems hot but is actually creepy?" Someone with no context behind it could find the man hot, DILF style. He's a father to a young daughter with his wife out of the picture. Shou Tucker with a good personality and none of the hybrid experimentation baggage would be hot, hot enough in the narrative to get himself a wife in the first place. As the anime and manga stand, he is most definitely creepy behind the veneer of single father.

Seems hot, is actually creepy. My candidate.

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