#caper — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #caper, aggregated by home.social.
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Matty Grove’s route into hospitality
Matty Grove started his career as a hairdresser, but now runs the kitchen at Caper & Cure, one of…
#Bristol #UnitedKingdom #UK #GB #England #Headlines #News #Europe #EU #Bristolchefinterview #Bristolrestaurants #Britain #Caper&CureBristol #Caper&Cureheadchef #chefcareerpath #GreatBritain #hospitalitycareers #MattyGroveCaper&Cure #MattyGrovechef #MenuGordonJones #StokesCroftrestaurant #unconventionalrouteintohospitality
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https://www.europesays.com/uk/975255/ Matty Grove’s route into hospitality #Bristol #BristolChefInterview #BristolRestaurants #Britain #Caper&CureBristol #Caper&CureHeadChef #ChefCareerPath #England #GreatBritain #HospitalityCareers #MattyGroveCaper&Cure #MattyGroveChef #MenuGordonJones #StokesCroftRestaurant #UK #UnconventionalRouteIntoHospitality #UnitedKingdom
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15 years of evading cubicle capture
April of 2011 presented me with an opportunity disguised as the dismantling of a job I’d had under various titles for more than 17 years: a chance to pick up the work I loved without owing anything to how I’d done it at the Washington Post.
But when I woke up on April 18, my first workday without a desk to my name at 15th and L, and proceeded to file one last uncomplicated tax return, I didn’t realize that I was starting this occupational reboot with a cheat code enabled.
At least then, writing a personal-tech column for a major American newspaper for more than a decade and then getting unexpectedly kicked to the curb proved to be the best #OpenToWork ad I could hope to run.
After getting enough unsolicited inquiries about writing for places on a contract basis instead of as an employee, I decided to try self-employment for at least a while instead of holding out for a full-time job that might return me to cubicle life.
And now I’ve somehow made it 15 years without my work having a single point of failure. No one boss has been able to put me out of business, and no one editor has been able to quash my hopes of writing about any one thing.
That’s left my own decision-making as the one ongoing risk, and I can think of so many ways that has failed me. The worst have been the times, more than once, that I assumed having one anchor client make up the vast majority of my income would be a quasi-permanent situation.
The lesser ones have been my failures to sell stories that should have been easy to land somewhere. It’s weird how I can remember, with painful precision, individual story ideas that I should have turned into money–including the dollar amounts I could have put on each invoice–but instead fumbled away for one stupid reason or another.
My income has varied more than I would have expected; 2012 was my best year, with the help of two clients paying above-market rates that they later thought better of, and then eight years later I finished 2020 with a bit over half that take as the pandemic beat down my fortunes and led me to accept some dismal worst per-word rates.
(It helps, so much, that my wife has a real job with things like a predictable salary and health insurance.)
Battling through 2020 and into 2021 meant more than I realized at the time; one of the best things that self-employment has taught me is resilience.
It’s fair to say that I haven’t optimized my freelance work for personal wealth, not that any journalist makes that choice when they pick this profession. But I think I have optimized it for flexibility, both in the sense of how I’ve been able to write about things outside the mainstream of consumer-tech coverage (space foremost among them) and in how I’ve been able to make money (getting paid to speak remains something I should get better at).
I have definitely optimized my work for taking me to interesting parts of the world.
And because I enjoy my work, I think I’ve done a decent job of optimizing my work for fun. The New York Times’ late, great media reporter David Carr used to describe journalism as a caper that you hope to get away with for as long as you can, and I keep being reminded of how right he was about that.
The past few years have lent one other perspective on my self-employed existence: the sight of so many friends with staff jobs losing those theoretically more secure positions. This February, that happened to about half of the newsroom of the Washington Post–including most of the tech reporters there.
Somehow, despite regular reminders that maybe I don’t quite know what I’m doing, I carry on accumulating clients and 1099 tax forms. And if I can get away with this caper for another two and a half years, I will have spent more time working for myself than for any one company. That will be weird, but maybe not much more stranger than my entire career path so far.
#1099 #caper #cubicle #freelance #freelancing #fullTimeFreelance #independentContractor #journalism #journalist #office #SchedC #ScheduleC #selfEmployed #workFromHome -
15 years of evading cubicle capture
April of 2011 presented me with an opportunity disguised as the dismantling of a job I’d had under various titles for more than 17 years: a chance to pick up the work I loved without owing anything to how I’d done it at the Washington Post.
But when I woke up on April 18, my first workday without a desk to my name at 15th and L, and proceeded to file one last uncomplicated tax return, I didn’t realize that I was starting this occupational reboot with a cheat code enabled.
At least then, writing a personal-tech column for a major American newspaper for more than a decade and then getting unexpectedly kicked to the curb proved to be the best #OpenToWork ad I could hope to run.
After getting enough unsolicited inquiries about writing for places on a contract basis instead of as an employee, I decided to try self-employment for at least a while instead of holding out for a full-time job that might return me to cubicle life.
And now I’ve somehow made it 15 years without my work having a single point of failure. No one boss has been able to put me out of business, and no one editor has been able to quash my hopes of writing about any one thing.
That’s left my own decision-making as the one ongoing risk, and I can think of so many ways that has failed me. The worst have been the times, more than once, that I assumed having one anchor client make up the vast majority of my income would be a quasi-permanent situation.
The lesser ones have been my failures to sell stories that should have been easy to land somewhere. It’s weird how I can remember, with painful precision, individual story ideas that I should have turned into money–including the dollar amounts I could have put on each invoice–but instead fumbled away for one stupid reason or another.
My income has varied more than I would have expected; 2012 was my best year, with the help of two clients paying above-market rates that they later thought better of, and then eight years later I finished 2020 with a bit over half that take as the pandemic beat down my fortunes and led me to accept some dismal worst per-word rates.
(It helps, so much, that my wife has a real job with things like a predictable salary and health insurance.)
Battling through 2020 and into 2021 meant more than I realized at the time; one of the best things that self-employment has taught me is resilience.
It’s fair to say that I haven’t optimized my freelance work for personal wealth, not that any journalist makes that choice when they pick this profession. But I think I have optimized it for flexibility, both in the sense of how I’ve been able to write about things outside the mainstream of consumer-tech coverage (space foremost among them) and in how I’ve been able to make money (getting paid to speak remains something I should get better at).
I have definitely optimized my work for taking me to interesting parts of the world.
And because I enjoy my work, I think I’ve done a decent job of optimizing my work for fun. The New York Times’ late, great media reporter David Carr used to describe journalism as a caper that you hope to get away with for as long as you can, and I keep being reminded of how right he was about that.
The past few years have lent one other perspective on my self-employed existence: the sight of so many friends with staff jobs losing those theoretically more secure positions. This February, that happened to about half of the newsroom of the Washington Post–including most of the tech reporters there.
Somehow, despite regular reminders that maybe I don’t quite know what I’m doing, I carry on accumulating clients and 1099 tax forms. And if I can get away with this caper for another two and a half years, I will have spent more time working for myself than for any one company. That will be weird, but maybe not much more stranger than my entire career path so far.
#1099 #caper #cubicle #freelance #freelancing #fullTimeFreelance #independentContractor #journalism #journalist #office #SchedC #ScheduleC #selfEmployed #workFromHome -
15 years of evading cubicle capture
April of 2011 presented me with an opportunity disguised as the dismantling of a job I’d had under various titles for more than 17 years: a chance to pick up the work I loved without owing anything to how I’d done it at the Washington Post.
But when I woke up on April 18, my first workday without a desk to my name at 15th and L, and proceeded to file one last uncomplicated tax return, I didn’t realize that I was starting this occupational reboot with a cheat code enabled.
At least then, writing a personal-tech column for a major American newspaper for more than a decade and then getting unexpectedly kicked to the curb proved to be the best #OpenToWork ad I could hope to run.
After getting enough unsolicited inquiries about writing for places on a contract basis instead of as an employee, I decided to try self-employment for at least a while instead of holding out for a full-time job that might return me to cubicle life.
And now I’ve somehow made it 15 years without my work having a single point of failure. No one boss has been able to put me out of business, and no one editor has been able to quash my hopes of writing about any one thing.
That’s left my own decision-making as the one ongoing risk, and I can think of so many ways that has failed me. The worst have been the times, more than once, that I assumed having one anchor client make up the vast majority of my income would be a quasi-permanent situation.
The lesser ones have been my failures to sell stories that should have been easy to land somewhere. It’s weird how I can remember, with painful precision, individual story ideas that I should have turned into money–including the dollar amounts I could have put on each invoice–but instead fumbled away for one stupid reason or another.
My income has varied more than I would have expected; 2012 was my best year, with the help of two clients paying above-market rates that they later thought better of, and then eight years later I finished 2020 with a bit over half that take as the pandemic beat down my fortunes and led me to accept some dismal worst per-word rates.
(It helps, so much, that my wife has a real job with things like a predictable salary and health insurance.)
Battling through 2020 and into 2021 meant more than I realized at the time; one of the best things that self-employment has taught me is resilience.
It’s fair to say that I haven’t optimized my freelance work for personal wealth, not that any journalist makes that choice when they pick this profession. But I think I have optimized it for flexibility, both in the sense of how I’ve been able to write about things outside the mainstream of consumer-tech coverage (space foremost among them) and in how I’ve been able to make money (getting paid to speak remains something I should get better at).
I have definitely optimized my work for taking me to interesting parts of the world.
And because I enjoy my work, I think I’ve done a decent job of optimizing my work for fun. The New York Times’ late, great media reporter David Carr used to describe journalism as a caper that you hope to get away with for as long as you can, and I keep being reminded of how right he was about that.
The past few years have lent one other perspective on my self-employed existence: the sight of so many friends with staff jobs losing those theoretically more secure positions. This February, that happened to about half of the newsroom of the Washington Post–including most of the tech reporters there.
Somehow, despite regular reminders that maybe I don’t quite know what I’m doing, I carry on accumulating clients and 1099 tax forms. And if I can get away with this caper for another two and a half years, I will have spent more time working for myself than for any one company. That will be weird, but maybe not much more stranger than my entire career path so far.
#1099 #caper #cubicle #freelance #freelancing #fullTimeFreelance #independentContractor #journalism #journalist #office #SchedC #ScheduleC #selfEmployed #workFromHome -
15 years of evading cubicle capture
April of 2011 presented me with an opportunity disguised as the dismantling of a job I’d had under various titles for more than 17 years: a chance to pick up the work I loved without owing anything to how I’d done it at the Washington Post.
But when I woke up on April 18, my first workday without a desk to my name at 15th and L, and proceeded to file one last uncomplicated tax return, I didn’t realize that I was starting this occupational reboot with a cheat code enabled.
At least then, writing a personal-tech column for a major American newspaper for more than a decade and then getting unexpectedly kicked to the curb proved to be the best #OpenToWork ad I could hope to run.
After getting enough unsolicited inquiries about writing for places on a contract basis instead of as an employee, I decided to try self-employment for at least a while instead of holding out for a full-time job that might return me to cubicle life.
And now I’ve somehow made it 15 years without my work having a single point of failure. No one boss has been able to put me out of business, and no one editor has been able to quash my hopes of writing about any one thing.
That’s left my own decision-making as the one ongoing risk, and I can think of so many ways that has failed me. The worst have been the times, more than once, that I assumed having one anchor client make up the vast majority of my income would be a quasi-permanent situation.
The lesser ones have been my failures to sell stories that should have been easy to land somewhere. It’s weird how I can remember, with painful precision, individual story ideas that I should have turned into money–including the dollar amounts I could have put on each invoice–but instead fumbled away for one stupid reason or another.
My income has varied more than I would have expected; 2012 was my best year, with the help of two clients paying above-market rates that they later thought better of, and then eight years later I finished 2020 with a bit over half that take as the pandemic beat down my fortunes and led me to accept some dismal worst per-word rates.
(It helps, so much, that my wife has a real job with things like a predictable salary and health insurance.)
Battling through 2020 and into 2021 meant more than I realized at the time; one of the best things that self-employment has taught me is resilience.
It’s fair to say that I haven’t optimized my freelance work for personal wealth, not that any journalist makes that choice when they pick this profession. But I think I have optimized it for flexibility, both in the sense of how I’ve been able to write about things outside the mainstream of consumer-tech coverage (space foremost among them) and in how I’ve been able to make money (getting paid to speak remains something I should get better at).
I have definitely optimized my work for taking me to interesting parts of the world.
And because I enjoy my work, I think I’ve done a decent job of optimizing my work for fun. The New York Times’ late, great media reporter David Carr used to describe journalism as a caper that you hope to get away with for as long as you can, and I keep being reminded of how right he was about that.
The past few years have lent one other perspective on my self-employed existence: the sight of so many friends with staff jobs losing those theoretically more secure positions. This February, that happened to about half of the newsroom of the Washington Post–including most of the tech reporters there.
Somehow, despite regular reminders that maybe I don’t quite know what I’m doing, I carry on accumulating clients and 1099 tax forms. And if I can get away with this caper for another two and a half years, I will have spent more time working for myself than for any one company. That will be weird, but maybe not much more stranger than my entire career path so far.
#1099 #caper #cubicle #freelance #freelancing #fullTimeFreelance #independentContractor #journalism #journalist #office #SchedC #ScheduleC #selfEmployed #workFromHome -
15 years of evading cubicle capture
April of 2011 presented me with an opportunity disguised as the dismantling of a job I’d had under various titles for more than 17 years: a chance to pick up the work I loved without owing anything to how I’d done it at the Washington Post.
But when I woke up on April 18, my first workday without a desk to my name at 15th and L, and proceeded to file one last uncomplicated tax return, I didn’t realize that I was starting this occupational reboot with a cheat code enabled.
At least then, writing a personal-tech column for a major American newspaper for more than a decade and then getting unexpectedly kicked to the curb proved to be the best #OpenToWork ad I could hope to run.
After getting enough unsolicited inquiries about writing for places on a contract basis instead of as an employee, I decided to try self-employment for at least a while instead of holding out for a full-time job that might return me to cubicle life.
And now I’ve somehow made it 15 years without my work having a single point of failure. No one boss has been able to put me out of business, and no one editor has been able to quash my hopes of writing about any one thing.
That’s left my own decision-making as the one ongoing risk, and I can think of so many ways that has failed me. The worst have been the times, more than once, that I assumed having one anchor client make up the vast majority of my income would be a quasi-permanent situation.
The lesser ones have been my failures to sell stories that should have been easy to land somewhere. It’s weird how I can remember, with painful precision, individual story ideas that I should have turned into money–including the dollar amounts I could have put on each invoice–but instead fumbled away for one stupid reason or another.
My income has varied more than I would have expected; 2012 was my best year, with the help of two clients paying above-market rates that they later thought better of, and then eight years later I finished 2020 with a bit over half that take as the pandemic beat down my fortunes and led me to accept some dismal worst per-word rates.
(It helps, so much, that my wife has a real job with things like a predictable salary and health insurance.)
Battling through 2020 and into 2021 meant more than I realized at the time; one of the best things that self-employment has taught me is resilience.
It’s fair to say that I haven’t optimized my freelance work for personal wealth, not that any journalist makes that choice when they pick this profession. But I think I have optimized it for flexibility, both in the sense of how I’ve been able to write about things outside the mainstream of consumer-tech coverage (space foremost among them) and in how I’ve been able to make money (getting paid to speak remains something I should get better at).
I have definitely optimized my work for taking me to interesting parts of the world.
And because I enjoy my work, I think I’ve done a decent job of optimizing my work for fun. The New York Times’ late, great media reporter David Carr used to describe journalism as a caper that you hope to get away with for as long as you can, and I keep being reminded of how right he was about that.
The past few years have lent one other perspective on my self-employed existence: the sight of so many friends with staff jobs losing those theoretically more secure positions. This February, that happened to about half of the newsroom of the Washington Post–including most of the tech reporters there.
Somehow, despite regular reminders that maybe I don’t quite know what I’m doing, I carry on accumulating clients and 1099 tax forms. And if I can get away with this caper for another two and a half years, I will have spent more time working for myself than for any one company. That will be weird, but maybe not much more stranger than my entire career path so far.
#1099 #caper #cubicle #freelance #freelancing #fullTimeFreelance #independentContractor #journalism #journalist #office #SchedC #ScheduleC #selfEmployed #workFromHome -
#NowWatching “Un Flic”/“A Cop” (1972) on Kino Film Collection
Blu-ray: https://amzn.to/4ah5AHp
Directed by Jean-Pierre Melville
Starring Alain Delon, Richard Crenna, Catherine DeneuveAfter a shaky first heist, a group of thieves plan an even more elaborate and risky second heist.
#DigitalMedia #streaming #ad #French #caper #crime #heist #thriller
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#NowWatching “Un Flic”/“A Cop” (1972) on Kino Film Collection
Blu-ray: https://amzn.to/4ah5AHp
Directed by Jean-Pierre Melville
Starring Alain Delon, Richard Crenna, Catherine DeneuveAfter a shaky first heist, a group of thieves plan an even more elaborate and risky second heist.
#DigitalMedia #streaming #ad #French #caper #crime #heist #thriller
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#NowWatching “Un Flic”/“A Cop” (1972) on Kino Film Collection
Blu-ray: https://amzn.to/4ah5AHp
Directed by Jean-Pierre Melville
Starring Alain Delon, Richard Crenna, Catherine DeneuveAfter a shaky first heist, a group of thieves plan an even more elaborate and risky second heist.
#DigitalMedia #streaming #ad #French #caper #crime #heist #thriller
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Illustration from "The Crazy Car Caper," a picture book I wrote in childhood. 1960s. #illustration #picturebook #childhood #childhoodcreativity #creativity #drawing #drawings #car #cars #automobile #automobiles #coloredpencil #coloredpencils #artwork #arting #adventure #caper
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Illustration from "The Crazy Car Caper," a picture book I wrote in childhood. 1960s. #illustration #picturebook #childhood #childhoodcreativity #creativity #drawing #drawings #car #cars #automobile #automobiles #coloredpencil #coloredpencils #artwork #arting #adventure #caper
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Illustration from "The Crazy Car Caper," a picture book I wrote in childhood. 1960s. #illustration #picturebook #childhood #childhoodcreativity #creativity #drawing #drawings #car #cars #automobile #automobiles #coloredpencil #coloredpencils #artwork #arting #adventure #caper
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Illustration from "The Crazy Car Caper," a picture book I wrote in childhood. 1960s. #illustration #picturebook #childhood #childhoodcreativity #creativity #drawing #drawings #car #cars #automobile #automobiles #coloredpencil #coloredpencils #artwork #arting #adventure #caper
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Illustration from "The Crazy Car Caper," a picture book I wrote in childhood. 1960s. #illustration #picturebook #childhood #childhoodcreativity #creativity #drawing #drawings #car #cars #automobile #automobiles #coloredpencil #coloredpencils #artwork #arting #adventure #caper
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#NowWatching “Perfect Friday” (1970) on Kanopy Blu-Ray: amzn.to/4adVh8z The deputy manager of a London bank has worked out a way to rob the branch of £200,000. When he becomes involved with attractive Lady Dorset he decides to do it. #comedy #ad #crime #caper #heist #British #filmsky #moviesky
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#NowWatching “Perfect Friday” (1970) on Kanopy Blu-Ray: amzn.to/4adVh8z The deputy manager of a London bank has worked out a way to rob the branch of £200,000. When he becomes involved with attractive Lady Dorset he decides to do it. #comedy #ad #crime #caper #heist #British #filmsky #moviesky
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#NowWatching “Perfect Friday” (1970) on Kanopy Blu-Ray: amzn.to/4adVh8z The deputy manager of a London bank has worked out a way to rob the branch of £200,000. When he becomes involved with attractive Lady Dorset he decides to do it. #comedy #ad #crime #caper #heist #British #filmsky #moviesky
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#NowWatching “Perfect Friday” (1970) on Kanopy Blu-Ray: amzn.to/4adVh8z The deputy manager of a London bank has worked out a way to rob the branch of £200,000. When he becomes involved with attractive Lady Dorset he decides to do it. #comedy #ad #crime #caper #heist #British #filmsky #moviesky
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#NowWatching “Perfect Friday” (1970) on Kanopy Blu-Ray: amzn.to/4adVh8z The deputy manager of a London bank has worked out a way to rob the branch of £200,000. When he becomes involved with attractive Lady Dorset he decides to do it. #comedy #ad #crime #caper #heist #British #filmsky #moviesky
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Ah, yes, Uncle Sam's latest caper: banning TP-Link because, you know, China's the new #boogeyman 🕵️♂️. Never mind that almost every gizmo with a chip comes from #China 🐲! But hey, let's all pretend we're shocked and concerned while ignoring the elephant in the room 🤷♂️.
https://krebsonsecurity.com/2025/11/drilling-down-on-uncle-sams-proposed-tp-link-ban/ #TPLink #Ban #Caper #TechPolitics #ConsumerElectronics #HackerNews #ngated -
Ah, yes, Uncle Sam's latest caper: banning TP-Link because, you know, China's the new #boogeyman 🕵️♂️. Never mind that almost every gizmo with a chip comes from #China 🐲! But hey, let's all pretend we're shocked and concerned while ignoring the elephant in the room 🤷♂️.
https://krebsonsecurity.com/2025/11/drilling-down-on-uncle-sams-proposed-tp-link-ban/ #TPLink #Ban #Caper #TechPolitics #ConsumerElectronics #HackerNews #ngated -
Ah, yes, Uncle Sam's latest caper: banning TP-Link because, you know, China's the new #boogeyman 🕵️♂️. Never mind that almost every gizmo with a chip comes from #China 🐲! But hey, let's all pretend we're shocked and concerned while ignoring the elephant in the room 🤷♂️.
https://krebsonsecurity.com/2025/11/drilling-down-on-uncle-sams-proposed-tp-link-ban/ #TPLink #Ban #Caper #TechPolitics #ConsumerElectronics #HackerNews #ngated -
Ah, yes, Uncle Sam's latest caper: banning TP-Link because, you know, China's the new #boogeyman 🕵️♂️. Never mind that almost every gizmo with a chip comes from #China 🐲! But hey, let's all pretend we're shocked and concerned while ignoring the elephant in the room 🤷♂️.
https://krebsonsecurity.com/2025/11/drilling-down-on-uncle-sams-proposed-tp-link-ban/ #TPLink #Ban #Caper #TechPolitics #ConsumerElectronics #HackerNews #ngated -
Today’s Hurdle lined up five fun challenges starting with L, A, C, B, and S. From layers and excuses to tasty pairings and firm finishes, the answers were LAYER, ALIBI, CAPER, BULGE, and STERN a clever mix of words blending mystery, flavor, and strength.
#Hurdle #WordGame #DailyPuzzle #BrainTeaser #WordChallenge #LAYER #ALIBI #CAPER #BULGE #STERN #TECHi
Read Full Article Here :- https://www.techi.com/todays-hurdle-answers-and-hintz/
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Today’s Hurdle lined up five fun challenges starting with L, A, C, B, and S. From layers and excuses to tasty pairings and firm finishes, the answers were LAYER, ALIBI, CAPER, BULGE, and STERN a clever mix of words blending mystery, flavor, and strength.
#Hurdle #WordGame #DailyPuzzle #BrainTeaser #WordChallenge #LAYER #ALIBI #CAPER #BULGE #STERN #TECHi
Read Full Article Here :- https://www.techi.com/todays-hurdle-answers-and-hintz/
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Today’s Hurdle lined up five fun challenges starting with L, A, C, B, and S. From layers and excuses to tasty pairings and firm finishes, the answers were LAYER, ALIBI, CAPER, BULGE, and STERN a clever mix of words blending mystery, flavor, and strength.
#Hurdle #WordGame #DailyPuzzle #BrainTeaser #WordChallenge #LAYER #ALIBI #CAPER #BULGE #STERN #TECHi
Read Full Article Here :- https://www.techi.com/todays-hurdle-answers-and-hintz/
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Visitors at Oslo National Museum gaped as dancers in bright sweatshirts & leggings twirled thru the exhibit hall.
"Ugh, performance art," someone griped.
The dancers lined up so their sweatshirts' patterns formed Munch's "The Scream," which hung behind them. Then they removed their sweatshirts. Their t-shirts underneath spelled out "The Munch #caper." Visitors applauded; the dancers bowed & departed. Only then did people see "The Scream" was missing from the wall behind.
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Visitors at Oslo National Museum gaped as dancers in bright sweatshirts & leggings twirled thru the exhibit hall.
"Ugh, performance art," someone griped.
The dancers lined up so their sweatshirts' patterns formed Munch's "The Scream," which hung behind them. Then they removed their sweatshirts. Their t-shirts underneath spelled out "The Munch #caper." Visitors applauded; the dancers bowed & departed. Only then did people see "The Scream" was missing from the wall behind.
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Visitors at Oslo National Museum gaped as dancers in bright sweatshirts & leggings twirled thru the exhibit hall.
"Ugh, performance art," someone griped.
The dancers lined up so their sweatshirts' patterns formed Munch's "The Scream," which hung behind them. Then they removed their sweatshirts. Their t-shirts underneath spelled out "The Munch #caper." Visitors applauded; the dancers bowed & departed. Only then did people see "The Scream" was missing from the wall behind.
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Visitors at Oslo National Museum gaped as dancers in bright sweatshirts & leggings twirled thru the exhibit hall.
"Ugh, performance art," someone griped.
The dancers lined up so their sweatshirts' patterns formed Munch's "The Scream," which hung behind them. Then they removed their sweatshirts. Their t-shirts underneath spelled out "The Munch #caper." Visitors applauded; the dancers bowed & departed. Only then did people see "The Scream" was missing from the wall behind.
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Visitors at Oslo National Museum gaped as dancers in bright sweatshirts & leggings twirled thru the exhibit hall.
"Ugh, performance art," someone griped.
The dancers lined up so their sweatshirts' patterns formed Munch's "The Scream," which hung behind them. Then they removed their sweatshirts. Their t-shirts underneath spelled out "The Munch #caper." Visitors applauded; the dancers bowed & departed. Only then did people see "The Scream" was missing from the wall behind.
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"Okay, okay, get dis. He comes over, yeah? And then he says to us, 'Hey kids, we gonna pull a caper?'"
"What the.., who even says that?"
"I know, I know. So then Jimmy doesn't skip a beat, and goes, 'No officer, were just having lunch and talking about our next book club meeting.'"
"He said that?"
"Yeah, yeah, and the guy has the the gall to ask if we'd meet before, on accounta the officer comment, and Jimmy was like, 'no, officer, but you do talk like a cop.'"
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"Okay, okay, get dis. He comes over, yeah? And then he says to us, 'Hey kids, we gonna pull a caper?'"
"What the.., who even says that?"
"I know, I know. So then Jimmy doesn't skip a beat, and goes, 'No officer, were just having lunch and talking about our next book club meeting.'"
"He said that?"
"Yeah, yeah, and the guy has the the gall to ask if we'd meet before, on accounta the officer comment, and Jimmy was like, 'no, officer, but you do talk like a cop.'"
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"Okay, okay, get dis. He comes over, yeah? And then he says to us, 'Hey kids, we gonna pull a caper?'"
"What the.., who even says that?"
"I know, I know. So then Jimmy doesn't skip a beat, and goes, 'No officer, were just having lunch and talking about our next book club meeting.'"
"He said that?"
"Yeah, yeah, and the guy has the the gall to ask if we'd meet before, on accounta the officer comment, and Jimmy was like, 'no, officer, but you do talk like a cop.'"
-
"Okay, okay, get dis. He comes over, yeah? And then he says to us, 'Hey kids, we gonna pull a caper?'"
"What the.., who even says that?"
"I know, I know. So then Jimmy doesn't skip a beat, and goes, 'No officer, were just having lunch and talking about our next book club meeting.'"
"He said that?"
"Yeah, yeah, and the guy has the the gall to ask if we'd meet before, on accounta the officer comment, and Jimmy was like, 'no, officer, but you do talk like a cop.'"
-
"Okay, okay, get dis. He comes over, yeah? And then he says to us, 'Hey kids, we gonna pull a caper?'"
"What the.., who even says that?"
"I know, I know. So then Jimmy doesn't skip a beat, and goes, 'No officer, were just having lunch and talking about our next book club meeting.'"
"He said that?"
"Yeah, yeah, and the guy has the the gall to ask if we'd meet before, on accounta the officer comment, and Jimmy was like, 'no, officer, but you do talk like a cop.'"
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Not What She Wanted 彼女が望んでいたものとは違う
Aoyama Blue Mountain’s Birthday 青山ブルーマウンテン生誕祭2025
#FanFiction #IsTheOrderARabbit #GochiUsa
“Seeee you later and happy birthday,” Rin-san said, leaning tipsily against the door
Then she staggered out the door after one last parting shot. “And, I ex-expect to seee a draft of “The Great Usagi #Caper,” next week.”
Aoyama laid her head on the bar. “Even on my birthday! Nag, nag, nag.”
Takahiro leaned over the bar and patted her head. “Sounds like it will be another bestseller.”
“My birthday,” Aoyama wailed. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
"We're alone now, so let me give you this." Takahiro reached under the bar and brought out a bottle with a red ribbon around its neck. "Kirishima Gold Label Imo Shochu. Happy birthday.”
Aoyama sat up and interrupted him by reaching across the bar and dragging Takahsiro halfway across by his collar. “That’s not what I want.”
"This is what I want," she said and kissed him.
"Get a room!" came a voice. "Anyone! would have thought the Algora rabbit had spoken.
“I heard my mentor!” Aoyama looked around wildly.
Takahiro shook his head at the rabbit. “I think your mentor is right. Let me close up, and then we can get a room.”
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Not What She Wanted 彼女が望んでいたものとは違う
Aoyama Blue Mountain’s Birthday 青山ブルーマウンテン生誕祭2025
#FanFiction #IsTheOrderARabbit #GochiUsa
“Seeee you later and happy birthday,” Rin-san said, leaning tipsily against the door
Then she staggered out the door after one last parting shot. “And, I ex-expect to seee a draft of “The Great Usagi #Caper,” next week.”
Aoyama laid her head on the bar. “Even on my birthday! Nag, nag, nag.”
Takahiro leaned over the bar and patted her head. “Sounds like it will be another bestseller.”
“My birthday,” Aoyama wailed. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
"We're alone now, so let me give you this." Takahiro reached under the bar and brought out a bottle with a red ribbon around its neck. "Kirishima Gold Label Imo Shochu. Happy birthday.”
Aoyama sat up and interrupted him by reaching across the bar and dragging Takahsiro halfway across by his collar. “That’s not what I want.”
"This is what I want," she said and kissed him.
"Get a room!" came a voice. "Anyone! would have thought the Algora rabbit had spoken.
“I heard my mentor!” Aoyama looked around wildly.
Takahiro shook his head at the rabbit. “I think your mentor is right. Let me close up, and then we can get a room.”
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Not What She Wanted 彼女が望んでいたものとは違う
Aoyama Blue Mountain’s Birthday 青山ブルーマウンテン生誕祭2025
#FanFiction #IsTheOrderARabbit #GochiUsa
“Seeee you later and happy birthday,” Rin-san said, leaning tipsily against the door
Then she staggered out the door after one last parting shot. “And, I ex-expect to seee a draft of “The Great Usagi #Caper,” next week.”
Aoyama laid her head on the bar. “Even on my birthday! Nag, nag, nag.”
Takahiro leaned over the bar and patted her head. “Sounds like it will be another bestseller.”
“My birthday,” Aoyama wailed. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
"We're alone now, so let me give you this." Takahiro reached under the bar and brought out a bottle with a red ribbon around its neck. "Kirishima Gold Label Imo Shochu. Happy birthday.”
Aoyama sat up and interrupted him by reaching across the bar and dragging Takahsiro halfway across by his collar. “That’s not what I want.”
"This is what I want," she said and kissed him.
"Get a room!" came a voice. "Anyone! would have thought the Algora rabbit had spoken.
“I heard my mentor!” Aoyama looked around wildly.
Takahiro shook his head at the rabbit. “I think your mentor is right. Let me close up, and then we can get a room.”
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Not What She Wanted 彼女が望んでいたものとは違う
Aoyama Blue Mountain’s Birthday 青山ブルーマウンテン生誕祭2025
#FanFiction #IsTheOrderARabbit #GochiUsa
“Seeee you later and happy birthday,” Rin-san said, leaning tipsily against the door
Then she staggered out the door after one last parting shot. “And, I ex-expect to seee a draft of “The Great Usagi #Caper,” next week.”
Aoyama laid her head on the bar. “Even on my birthday! Nag, nag, nag.”
Takahiro leaned over the bar and patted her head. “Sounds like it will be another bestseller.”
“My birthday,” Aoyama wailed. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
"We're alone now, so let me give you this." Takahiro reached under the bar and brought out a bottle with a red ribbon around its neck. "Kirishima Gold Label Imo Shochu. Happy birthday.”
Aoyama sat up and interrupted him by reaching across the bar and dragging Takahsiro halfway across by his collar. “That’s not what I want.”
"This is what I want," she said and kissed him.
"Get a room!" came a voice. "Anyone! would have thought the Algora rabbit had spoken.
“I heard my mentor!” Aoyama looked around wildly.
Takahiro shook his head at the rabbit. “I think your mentor is right. Let me close up, and then we can get a room.”
-
Not What She Wanted 彼女が望んでいたものとは違う
Aoyama Blue Mountain’s Birthday 青山ブルーマウンテン生誕祭2025
#FanFiction #IsTheOrderARabbit #GochiUsa
“Seeee you later and happy birthday,” Rin-san said, leaning tipsily against the door
Then she staggered out the door after one last parting shot. “And, I ex-expect to seee a draft of “The Great Usagi #Caper,” next week.”
Aoyama laid her head on the bar. “Even on my birthday! Nag, nag, nag.”
Takahiro leaned over the bar and patted her head. “Sounds like it will be another bestseller.”
“My birthday,” Aoyama wailed. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
"We're alone now, so let me give you this." Takahiro reached under the bar and brought out a bottle with a red ribbon around its neck. "Kirishima Gold Label Imo Shochu. Happy birthday.”
Aoyama sat up and interrupted him by reaching across the bar and dragging Takahsiro halfway across by his collar. “That’s not what I want.”
"This is what I want," she said and kissed him.
"Get a room!" came a voice. "Anyone! would have thought the Algora rabbit had spoken.
“I heard my mentor!” Aoyama looked around wildly.
Takahiro shook his head at the rabbit. “I think your mentor is right. Let me close up, and then we can get a room.”
