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Andrew Otis Weiss
@thatweissguy.bsky.social
The Spirit of '92 incarnate. Hippie ideals, punk attitude, and a grunge wardrobe.

REMINDER: I don’t fucking work for you.
All the visual paranormal stuff had a short existential crisis with the advent of digital cameras and smartphones, before the tinfoil hat crowd figured out a better place to shift the goalposts to.
November 26, 2025 at 12:32 AM
For the record, the Jane mentioned was the multiple-great grand-daughter of Peregrine White, the first Mayflower child born in America.

So, I’m very sorry about *waves hand around* all this.
November 25, 2025 at 9:53 PM
150 miles north.
November 25, 2025 at 9:38 PM
“My family may be wild but your mother’s people are fucking bizarre. Why are you nodding? That blood is in you, not me!” — my dad
November 25, 2025 at 9:37 PM
"Let me tell you the story of Minne...apolis traffic."
November 25, 2025 at 9:23 PM
The Quisling set has been working under the assumption the Dems will be their gormless establishment selves when the worm turns, but given the decibel level of the howls for blood less than a year in, that seems…unwise.
November 25, 2025 at 7:03 PM
Given current trajectories, more folks should be heeding the old saying "It's not what happens on Saturnalia that matters. It's what happens on the day *after* Saturnalia."
November 25, 2025 at 6:58 PM
"So let's get this straight: You attempted to bribe a sitting president by reviving long dormant popcorn flick franchise helmed by a sex pest who did a puff piece about the president's wife?"
November 25, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Because someone is going to have to swing, and between what's been going on at Paramount/CBS and what's been going on with Oracle's bizarre AI debt deals, those are going to be soft, very mediagenic targets.
November 25, 2025 at 6:53 PM
More of a title, like Sith Lord, than a personal name.

“There will always be a Twink Himbo.”
November 25, 2025 at 6:05 PM
Their comforting lies are the cancer that will kill them.
November 25, 2025 at 6:02 PM
I also got a Science Team varsity hoodie out of it, with an atom in place of the letter and my name on the sleeve.

It’s still around here somewhere.
November 25, 2025 at 3:10 PM
Scott was/is an engineer and the son of an engineer. I was guy who'd toss out really absurd concepts, and Scott would squint a moment and say "Yeah, I can make that happen."
November 25, 2025 at 3:07 PM
It was a ridiculous looking behemoth (I forget what the "correct" method for making one was supposed to be) but it made it to the finals.

And then spectacularly collapsed before the finish line, which was pretty awesome TBH.
November 25, 2025 at 3:03 PM