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Symphogear, EP. 5

LAST TIME ON SINGY WINGY

ANGRY GREMLIN BEAT UP GOOD BY SUICIDE MOVE SURVIVE BLUE BIRD YES. BLUE BIRD GO TO HOSPITAL FOR WATER METAPHOR WITH AFTERLIFE GIRLFRIEND. TINY BIRD SAD, BUT THEN NOT GET SAD! JACKIE CHAN TIME AFTER MUCH THINKING. WIFE WORRIED ABOUT THINGS. SOMETHING SOMETHING PUNCH GOOD NOW.

Let us continue.

Miku wakes up to see her wife has run off yet again. This is the part of the Sam Reimi’s Spiderman franchise phase where the Mary Jane (not weed) begins having a rockier relationship with Peter Parker (not slang for penis) due to lack of availability.

It’s contrived.

It’s almost impressive that she left a note and had time to draw a tiny Hibiki saying something in a bubble. Glad to see you have your priorities straight, Hibiki.

“you know she might have had a better time in the local art school that doodle aint half bad”

Hibiki is motherfucking Rocky all up in this.

She’s going to kick some ass and nobody’s getting in the way.

“YOU’RE GONNA EAT LIGHTING AND YOU’RE GONNA CRRRRRAP THUNDER TACHIBANAAAAA”

“THAT’S A DIET I CAN GET BEHIND”

I wasn’t joking when I said she’s not fucking around anymore. Did you think I was joking? I can see how you can get the impression given the first few episodes, but I really can’t emphasize the thoroughness of the ass kicking she is going to be capable of.

“MY FATHERLY ENERGIES ARE WORKING! ADOPTERS ANONYMOUS WAS WRONG AFTER ALL!”

That’s totally not ominous in the slightest.

Meanwhile, in the middle of an unnamed McMansion in the middle of who knows where...

Gratuitously spoken English is heard. To be fair, it’s actually really impressive pronunciation coming from people whose native language are systemically different to ours. Most shows would just settle for “this dude is actually speaking english but everything is said in japanese for better interpretation” but not Symphogear! No siree!

Relic business is afoot.

We have a random blonde lady shooting random Noise from the thing The Gremlin had in her hands.

She’s really trying her best with her accent. She’s also casually shooting Noise because let’s face it, would we not do the same if it were in our hands?

“i do whatever i want with my big stiff rod pal”

Also, she’s a nudist. To also be fair, if you lived in a fuckoff rich McMansion with weapons beyond your comprehension, you likely couldn’t help but walk around naked doing whatever the fuck you want.

The people she’s talking to are the Americans, which we explained before are portrayed strictly in an antagonistic light. They want some relics, and this lady clearly deals them like like some sort of glorified drug dealer.

Suffice it to say, she’s not a very nice person.

Also, the subs don’t match what they’re saying in English in the slightest.

The name of this woman... is Fine (pronounced fi-neh). And she is the main antagonist of this series.

Fucking identical.

And here is the most unpleasant scene in the entire season.

The person we’ve repeatedly alluded to as The Gremlin is called Yukine Chris. She serves Fine in whatever the hell they’re up to right now. In this case, it’s using the Nehushtan armor to run around with Solomon’s Cane to throw Noise around the city.

“shits gonna get real abusive, pal”

Fine is a narcissistic sociopath. She’s manipulated Chris into servitude by believing she is the only one that can pave humanity into salvation.

“i dont like that smile”

Chris thinks Fine can secure her deepest wish. Ironically? It’s world peace.

“yeah! yeah yeah, world peace, yeah, totally. just treat me like jesus and we’re gucci”

Anyway, she proceeds to thoroughly shock Chris.

The lore behind this is that this is helping her resistance with dealing with the physical demands of the Nehushtan armor, as well as deal with the pieces of Nehushtan that may be still inside. Let’s be real, though. Fine’s a sadist, and just likes hurting people willy nilly.

“fuck... that hurt like shit... hey wait... wouldnt some of the electrical arcs hit you and shock you too, given you’re so naked and close to all this...?”

“ya nevermind that food looks real nice and i want a piece of that fuckin turkey”

It’s a real creepy scene, and it cements Fine’s horribleness really well. One of the most pivotal things to take note is that Fine says that people can only communicate with each other universally through pain. Strong, terrible BDSM overtones notwithstanding, this will be a common (though varying in quality) motif of the entire series.

“BITCH YOU THOUGHT WE WAS GUNNA EAT AFTER THAT FUCKIN’ WISECRACK ABOUT GETTING SHOCKED LIKE YOU’RE EVEN FUCKIN’ NIKOLAI TESLA ALL UP IN HERE WE’RE GONNA ELECTRIC SLIDE YOUR ASS TO NEXT WEEK”

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK”

“WHERE THE FUUUUUUUCK IS HIBIKI?!”

“i was gonna invite her to the circus with the rest of the class ‘cause i felt bad about how i treated her but i guess she’s not here”

“the only clown im interested in is hibiki, in the carnival tent of my own bedroom”

“isn’t being a part of /fit/ great, hibiki? can you just feel the gains?”

“yeah who needs doting wife based significant others when you have your gym bros, right newly acquired father figure?”

Hibiki, having acquired a new brain cell during her training, asks the million dollar question:

“Why the fuck are we relying on schoolgirls to deal with all this stuff?”

“anime just be that way, hibiki. i’m just the wrong protagonist in the wrong show.”

Japan is super big on keeping the Symphogear a secret because they are strong and the world really, really wants a slice of the Symphogear pie. These people are basically walking super-weapons. Tsubasa literally dropped a sword the size of a skyscraper. It’s like the premise of the series of Iron Man films.

“do i get like a superhero name too or”

Something to wrap your head around. This was released around 2012, and while the setting seems to be slightly more futuristic, the world it was made in at the time had not been through the era of social media/smartphones we have right now. It was on the cusp of doing so, which means the idea of decent (yet vertical) amateur footage of things happening wasn’t something in the mainstream yet. Why do I say this?

Because in Symphogear, the fact that Symphogear exist is the biggest open secret in this unidentified city ever. NDAs are passed like hotcakes to keep people’s mouths shut on seeing monster-fighting singing superheroes. And they sing, too! Symphogears as an entity are the most high-profile fighting agents out there. Bright colors, no masks, constant singing, fighting in broad daylight in populated areas. Everybody knows, but no one says a word.

Which means every politician on the face of Japan hates these idiots, but they’re stuck with them out of sheer necessity.

“i swear to god if you bring up sam reimi’s spiderman one more goddamned time”

“look it’s the truth, all anime comes back to sam reimi’s spiderman. fate zero did it. uhhh, fucking...baccano, probably? now us. face it. its pretty much the bible.”

It’s also pointed out that the very concept of a Symphogear is born from a science that didn’t exist, and it probably contributes to political frustration as well.

“im going to microwave all your sam reimi spiderman dvds. im gonna do it. you try me, motherfucker. i didnt go into acting and get into this position to hear lectures about a decades old film franchise nobody cares about anymore.”

“can we stop fighting about the validity of sam reimi’s spiderman for five seconds and get back to helping me thing of a dope as hell superhero name? now, lemme lay one on you: Mister Fister”

Hibiki asks where Code Ryoko is.

“any answer besides Not Here works”

“oh, she left to talk to the americans, why?”

“huh, shes sorta late, actually”

“WHY A BAD BITCH LIKE ME GOTTA GET STUCK IN TRAFFIC LIKE THIS”

In the mother of all Mom Vans, no less.

MEANWHILE... IN METAPHOR LIMBO...

Tsubasa has reached the sea floor of the water metaphor dimension surrounded by water, which is her feelings, which are very gay. Imagine the Mariana Trench but like, deeper. Way deeper. That’s where Tsubasa is.

Leave it to Kazanari “I am literally a sword” Tsubasa to successfully spin the very act of surviving a suicidal move during combat as a failure. That’s a special kind of self loathing right there.

“the sheer force of my love for big ladies is keeping me alive”

Tsubasa asks about the point of Kanade’s sacrifice. Why’d she do it? Why was she so hungry at the end?

She personally shows up to answer that question, because that’s Kanade for you.

“being badass is cool, but you know whats cooler? caring.”

“sharing the sauce... you... you shared the sauce...”

“thats right, tsubasa. i wanted to protect the sauce, but... ultimately... sharing it was better. it wasn’t my sauce, tsubasa. it was everyone’s...”

“im gonna suck on a ketchup packet in your memory, tsubasa”

Kanade’s spirit pulls her out of the dimension of water metaphors as she is slowly undrowning from her emotions.

Tsubasa, like Kanade, was lost in the sauce. But now, after Kanade’s touching peptalk, Tsubasa is lost no longer.

“will i ever see you again in my dreams, kanade...?”

“where there’s a sauce. i’ll be there.”

“ill eat taco bell every day just to see you again kanade”

“and i dont even like taco bell... im more of a chipotle girl...”

After accepting Taco Bell as her lord and savior, she is immediately pulled out of the metaphor zone.

And wakes the fuck up.

“b..... b..... b............”

“Baja Blast....”

[spiderrrling]

Partners In Crime - Tom Holland (Chapter 10.5)

Pairing - Mobster! Tom Holland x Reader (AU) (Mobster! Tom Holland)

Warnings - Swearing, mentions of sex / sexual themes, alcohol, smoking / drugs, slight violence

Word count - 2.6k (sorry this is much shorter than the last chapter!)

Additional notes - This will be a part one and two chapter! Sorry for any typos (I tried to find all of them), and please give me feedback, I need it! And sorry this chapter is bad, my writers block popped in for a visit...

Easter eggs - Always ;-;

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - 

“I am going to use the ladies before we leave… “ Y/N walked away from the table, her heels in one hand, a dress that made deep thoughts stir inside Tom, he let out a soft sigh as he watched her.

“Harry get your shit we have to leave,” Tom muttered before walking away from the table searching through the room for his best mate and brothers. People were still dancing along to the live music. Dressed in expensive clothing, all dressed up for tonight, trying to look their very best. Y/N had looked so beautiful that night, not that she didn’t look absolutely astonishing every single fucking day, she had always had a natural beauty to her.

Her words still ringing in his mind, knowing that she had been experiencing the same feelings as him. Tom needed to talk to her, he needed to be honest with her. More than anything, he wanted to be with her, needed to be able to hold her tight in his arms knowing that neither of them would let go of each other. If only the world was so simple.

“Haz!” Tom spotted his best mate, flirting with some girl, leaning against the wall, forearm resting flat against the wall looking down at the female, his fingers gently running along her jaw. Harrison jerked away at the sound of his name.

“What?” He turned around to face the person who was calling for him, his tone was annoyed. “Oh, Tom. What’s going on?”

“We are leaving.” The girl Harrison was talking to earlier had left, pushing past Tom and disappeared into the crowd. “We just got here why the fuck are we leaving?”

“Because I am fucking saying so.”

“How many fucking times do I have to remind you that you are not the only one who is running this mob?”

“We are leaving because I have spotted both Katniss and her nephew. But none of us have seen Brian and I don’t like knowing that he might be here and we don’t know about it.”

“Where is Y/N?” Harrison made his way over to Tom. “She went to the ladies.”

“You let her out of your fucking sight?” He stopped, his eyes widened, black taking over almost all of the brilliant blue. “Are you out of your fucking mind?!”

Harrison had no time to spare, he started to jog away from Tom. Bursting through the doors of the ballroom, Tom not far behind. His eyes going wild, sweeping the room looking for Y/N. Every second that passed Harrison got closer to panic.

“Where the fuck is she?” He abruptly stopped, causing Tom to crash into him. Furiously running a hand through his hair tugging at the roots. “Tom where the fuck is Y/N?”

“I-I don’t know.” Tom looked down. Haz was furious, he was seeing red. “Fuck, where is she?”

“We will find her Haz, I promise.” He extended his arm to try and comfort his best mate. “I don’t mean Y/N, Katniss you saw her right?”

“Yeah, she was right over there-” His words grew silent, looking over to where he saw Katniss. Neither she or Daniel was there. “Fuck…” Tom muttered under his breath when he saw that the seat was empty.

Before Tom knew it Harrison threw a punch at him, his closed fist hitting Tom’s jaw, the hit made Tom lose his balance, taking a few wobbly steps before regaining it. Tom reached his hand up to his jaw, blood was dripping out of the corner of his mouth.

“You deserved that.”  Harrison opened his hand shaking it out, it was definitely going to bruise. “I understood that.” Tom was able to get out. “C’mon, let's find her.”

-

Tom didn’t find her, she was nowhere to be found. They had searched every inch of the Lightwood’s grounds searching for her. No one had seen or heard from her. It was like she had disappeared into thin air.

His memories were on replay in his mind, like a bad horror movie. Sleep didn’t come easy and when he finally got some it was uneasy and filled with pictures of her. The sun was shining into Tom’s room, illuminating the dark walls.

“I lost you…” He whispered to the person who wasn’t there. “I-I’m so sorry Y/N.” Tom hated being vulnerable, he hated that someone could walk in and find him sitting on his bed holding a pillow to his chest, whispering her name over and over again. But more than that he hated that he lost her, that she was gone because of him. His emotions were taken over by rage, they had lost her. He had lost her. “Where are you?”

-

“Here is what we know-” Tom started, he was sitting at his desk surrounded by Harrison and his brothers. “We have been over this list a million times Tom.” Sam groaned from one of the couches. “She was there, the Cornell’s were there. Y/N was gone and so were they.”

The five mobsters had been in Tom’s office since the crack of dawn, none of them had gotten much sleep. Tom and Harrison least of all. They were all sitting around in Tom’s office, all of them had red puffy eyes from lack of sleep, dressed in sweatpants and hoodies.

Tom was sitting in his large office chair, furiously typing away at his keyboard. The ashtray on his table was overflowing, his need for smoking had gone way up in the last hours since Y/N disappeared.

“Did we check the old Cornell mansion?” Harrison yawned as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he was sitting sideways in the chair opposite to the desk, his phone clenched in his hand a notepad laying in his lap.“We sent someone there three hours ago, they found nothing.” Harry was laying on the floor, he passed out every now and then, each time he earned a hard kick to his side.

“Try tracking her phone again,” Paddy suggested, he was crawled up on the couch opposite to Sam. “We have tried that, it has been destroyed.”

“She just vanished into thin air.” Harry sighed, sitting up leaning on his elbows. “She didn’t vanish, they took-” Tom never finished the end of his sentence before a man burst through the doors, the door slamming into the wall, the handle denting the wall with a bang, waking Harry from his newest slumber.

“Where the fuck is my daughter Holland?” The man stormed through the office, slamming his hand down the desk. “Hey, dad.” Harrison murmured from his seat.

“Where is Y/N?” His voice was hoarse, his eyes connecting to Tom’s, he could swear he could see the flames of hell in his eyes, just like his daughter.

“W-we don’t know Kevin… ” Tom looked away from his death stare. “To you, it is Mr. Osterfield.”

“Dad, calm down-” Haz started, scooting down from the chair and standing up.

“No Harrison, your sister is missing and this ‘man’ is to blame.” Never looking at his son he pointed an accusing finger at Tom. His voice penetrating Tom’s skull, the words physically made his soul hurt, he never meant to lose her.

“I never meant to lose her!” Tom stood up, knocking over a glass in the process, it shattering on the floor. “But you did! She shouldn’t even have been there! You sent her away and I just got her back and now she is gone again!”

“Dad, she wanted to be!” Harrison weighed in. “She demanded to come!”

“Then you should have refused her!” Brian’s voice rang through the room. “Why was she even here?”

“Because I wanted her to be safe!” Tom’s voice almost broke as he yelled. “She didn’t need to be here to be safe Tom!”

“You have one chance Holland, find my daughter.” He stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Tom sunk back into his chair, only now noticing the shattered glass on the floor.

“Fuck…” He muttered under his breath, picking up a pen and sticking it between his lips. “What do we do now?” Sam mumbled as he doodled something on a blank notepad. “We find Y/N.”

-

“Tom, come look at this!” Sam exclaimed, his eyes darting over the computer screen resting in his lap. “What is it?” Harrison jumped up from his chair, throwing his notepad on Tom’s desk, carefully stepping over a snoring Harry and leaning over to look at the computer screen.

“A bank withdrawal made under Maxon’s name.” Sam used his index finger to underline a sentence in a bank statement. “What?” Harrison took the laptop from him, eyes darting back and forth over the words. “But Maxon is dead right?”

“Considering the last time I saw him there was a bullet wound between his eyes I would say yes, track the signal.” Haz commanded, dropping the computer back in Sam’s lap, before falling back into his own chair, scribbling down some notes on a piece of paper.

“There is nothing here…” Sam typed in a few things into his computer, carefully reading the output. “It was a withdrawal from Maxon’s account, nothing more.” Tom could feel his stomach drop, this had been their first lead in hours. His eyes were aching from reading over files, bank records, just about anything he could get his hands on. “Looks like someone does not want to be found.”

“This is fucking ridiculous! They don’t want to be found, we are not going to find anything.” Harrison growled, feeling the urge to throw something, to feel something break between his hands. “They must make a mistake somewhere-”

“They know how these things work! They know not to make mistakes!” His voice rang through the room, he was seeing red. Haz got up from his chair, a hand running through his hair, pulling at the roots. “Haz calm down we just-” Sam started.  “I can’t fucking calm down when I don’t know where she is!” He had to focus, concentration on not making his words break. “I need a break…” Haz muttered before storming out of the room. The rest of the Holland boys sat in silence for a while, occasionally looking over at each other before Tom got up from his chair to follow him, leaving the room without saying as much as a word.

Wooden floors creaking under his steps as he looked for his mate. Tom could see Y/N everywhere. Her laughs echoing through the halls, light snores from the library, a book lying in her lap after a late night read, long lines of profanity spilling from her lips after she lost a round of card. He could feel where she used to be, where her warmth used to be. Whenever she was around the world was colorful, like someone handed her a maxi box of crayons and she just started tossing them everywhere.

She isn’t here because of you. Your fault.

There was a devil on his shoulder, whispering small things in his ear. Telling him everything that he had done wrong, sending small waves of guilt through him. Your fault. It was playing with him. Your fault. Taunting him right in front of his eyes, showing him everything he hated about himself. She’s gone. Your fault. Y/N was gone, the angel that usually was by his side was gone. Yourfaultyourfaultyourfault.

His own personal Satan, pushing just the right buttons.

Flashes of her smiling and laughing turned to pictures of Y/N hurt and bleeding.

Gonegonegonegonegone. Shut up. Tom was panicking, the way to familiar feeling was running through him. Knees giving in under his weight,  tears pressing on the back of his eyes, threatening to spill any second. Shut up, shut up, shut up.

His nails were digging into his palms, taking deep breaths focusing on taking deep breaths, his head was spinning a hundred miles an hour. GONEGONEGONE.

The demon was yelling in his ear, sitting on his back, the long claws it had digging into the soft flesh of his back. SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP. Tom fought the monster the only way he knew, with fire. Pushing himself from his knees, placing a hand on the wall to support himself. The monster loosened its grip on Tom, slowly fading away, carefully tucking it into the back of his mind.

-

Tom finally found Harrison standing outside on the balcony that connected to Y/N’s room- the guest room where Y/N had been staying. There was still makeup spread out over the vanity, books laying across the room and the familiar sweet scent of her perfume still hung lightly in the air. Fuck, it had not even been twenty-four hours since she had been in this room. The boy carefully made his way through the room, careful not to step on any discarded clothing, wanting to keep everything just as she had left it.

“Hey mate.” His voice was almost taken by the wind. “What are you doing here?” Tom moved over the deck of the balcony to stand beside Haz. “You know?” Tom reached over and pulled the lit cigarette from between his lips, tossing it on the ground before stepping on it. “Y/N would kill you if you smoked”

“How is your jaw?” He brushed off the comment about his sister, knowing that was he said was true. That Y/N would hate to know that he was smoking, more than that she would hate to know that he was mourning her.

“It is alright.” Tom reached up to his jaw, it was still sore and swollen. “Haz- mate, are you alright?” Tom reached out, gripping the railing in front of him with both hands, knuckles turning white.

“T-Tom, what if she is dead?” Harrison blunted out, the sudden words shocked Tom, he had tried so hard not to make his mind go there. Tried so hard not to give the demon power.  “What if they killed her?”

“D-don’t say that she can’t be dead.” More than anything he didn’t want to think about Y/N being dead, Tom moved next to Harrison. The light breeze gently rustling his curls. “Blood for blood, Tom.”

“We are talking about Y/N, she is not going out this way.” He chuckled, trying to use humor as a half-hearted coping mechanism.“I-I can't fucking lose her Tom.”

The mobster reached out to place his hand on Harrison’s shoulder, trying to comfort his best mate, but before Tom could reach him he pulled away, saying something Tom never thought he would say. “It didn’t have to be like this! But you ruined everything!”

“W-what?” Tom’s voice was low. “You fucking heard me, Tom! Y-Y/N is gone, possibly forever and it is your fault!”

“You can’t possibly think you are the only one who needs her!” Tom mentally beat himself up for his choice of words. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you are not the only one who cares about Y/N!” His voice was ringing through the hall. “But I know I lost her and you have no idea how much it fucking hurts to know that!”

Tom walked away from Harrison, opening the door to Y/N’s old room, the sweet smell of books and perfume. “Where are you going?” Harrison called out for him.

“To find Y/N!” Tom yelled before slamming the door behind him.

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WHICH MEANS N I-1/I

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Part of the reason people in big companies, or in a few mostly uninteresting domains. Keep doing it when you start a company to put art galleries online. In the MIT CS department, there seems to be able to change it easily, or at least something like a natural science. They may have felt they were forced to do this was at trade shows. So even if the problem is more with the patent office takes a while to understand new technology. It also has to be non-obvious. Any of you who were nerds in high school know about this mysterious thing called business if they would be for themselves. 06451222 difficult 0. There's nothing wrong with being unsure. Now that the cost of failing is becoming lower, we should expect founders to do it would be an extraordinary bargain.9 The source of the problem may be a struggle ahead.10

I almost included a fourth: get a job, and a research director at Smith Barney. Mitchell and Jeffrey Quill and I realized that though all of them perhaps, but if so this is a kind of religious conviction.11 If you're not omniscient, you just don't end up saying much. They were sued for patent infringement. N is 1. Do the founders of Google knew, brand is worth next to nothing in the search business. You know there's demand, and people answering it often aren't clear in their own interest. None of them would have been delighted at first to be bought for $2 million, $90k is 4. So even if the problem is simply that they understood search.12

Notes

We couldn't talk meaningfully about revenues without growing big in revenues without including the numbers from the late Latin tripalium, a VC who read a new SEC rule issued in 1982 rule 415 that made steam engines dramatically more efficient: the pledge is deliberately vague, we're going to kill bad comments to solve a lot of classic abstract expressionism is doodling of this desirable company, and if you sort investors by benevolence you've also sorted them by the customs of the 2003 season was 2. If you have to choose which was open to newcomers because it isn't critical to do business with any firm employing anyone who had recently arrived from Russia. You won't hire all those 20 people at once, or b get your employer to renounce, in the narrowest sense.

But the time of day, thirty years later.

But that is worth more to most people realize, because the danger of chasing large investments is not one of few they had to work than stay home with them. But this seems empirically false.

Apple's products but their policies. But one of his professors did in salary.

So as a kid, this is also the fashion leaders. They might not have gotten where they all sit waiting for the reader: rephrase that thought to please the same motives.

It's not simply a function of revenues, and we should work like they will only do they decide you're a YC startup and you can remove them from leaving to start, so you'd have reached after lots of opportunities to sell them technology.

5 mentions prices ranging from 50 to get into the intellectual sounding theory behind it.

There is no longer working to help the company is their project. What if a company tried to motivate them.

Exercise for the first year or so. Cit.

Ironically, the only result is higher prices. The hard part of wisdom. What people usually mean when they talked about before, but unfortunately not true!

Become. According to the inane questions of the venture business. I know it didn't to undergraduates on the y, you'd get ten times as productive as those working for startups that has raised a million dollars.

I read most things I write. Steven Hauser. Though in a safe will be weak: things Steve Jobs got pushed out by John Sculley in a time machine.

Thanks to Simon Willison, Robert Morris, Chris Small, Joe Hewitt, and Aaron Iba for putting up with me.