The extra half hour is so that your backside knows it's art.

“When a scab comes down the street, men turn their backs and angels weep in heaven, and the Devil shuts the gates of Hell to keep him out. No man has a right to scab so long as there is a pool of water to drown his carcass in, or a rope long enough to hang his body with.” - Jack London

These trains are all neatly stacked and orderly. The issue is that they have to be unstacked by someone with an entirely different set of priorities than the person who stacked them.
Both persons may well "technically" be the same person but that is a quirk of linear time that we all struggle with.

The Scottish vernacular has a wonderful phrase for exactly these kinds of situations...

"See ya! Bye!"

I took a peek at your media in the hope that you'd posted it.
Genuinely, well done.

Did you make a child cry?

I've also gone traditional with my neeps

#neepsrising