rocksout.bsky.social
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Overwhelmed and under motivated. I’m busy and really didn’t have time for fleeing the country budgeted in.
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Comic Sands is an Oh Myyy property. Oh Myyy LLC is co-owned by George and Brad Takei (through Hosato Enterprises, Inc., a California corporation) and The Social Edge Network, Inc., a Delaware Corporation, whose principal stakeholders and officers are Lorenzo Thione (President) and Jay Kuo (CEO).
November 20, 2025 at 12:59 AM
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Gonna have to give up trying to read anything from comicsands , there are just an obnoxious amount of adverts on their pages , it's impossible to read .

Please stop linking to them if they are this abusive to users
November 28, 2025 at 7:37 AM
ComicSands is a terrible website. I didn’t know it was his. It looks like an ad fest site from 20 years ago and somehow much worse that the Bing home page, which is an impressively terrible accomplishment.
December 28, 2025 at 2:08 PM
I’ve had some time to think some more about this movie. In retrospect, my favorite part is the fantasy karma death of the ultra wealthy.
December 24, 2025 at 12:24 PM
Movie hangover: My brain didn’t spend a lot of time dissecting this one last night, thankfully. The major plot hole for me was the magnetic pulse. Is the pulse in the rock itself or the magma deep below? Is it the same for all rock types? Why in the continental crust full of non-magnetic silica?
December 21, 2025 at 2:16 PM
So what now? Asks mom. Funny you should ask.

Now we rebuild. And kiss. End of movie. My eyes will be sore tomorrow for sure.
December 21, 2025 at 2:56 AM
Okay everybody hug. The plate is done for now. But it’ll be back. Probably in San Andreas 2. Paul G. Is getting it on with reported back at Cal Tech. My cat is tired of waiting for me to feed her.

Hang in girl. Movie is almost over.

Lots of lovey moments as the sun is setting.
December 21, 2025 at 2:54 AM
Plate hits back. It’s not going down that easy. Here comes mom with some backup. Jumps on its back. Bites the neck.

It’s not enough. But they escape together as the building FINALLY falls the fuck over.

CPR finally kicks in just as dad is giving up. Oooh is she really dead. No. She has plot armor.
December 21, 2025 at 2:52 AM
More quake. More building falling.

Dad “Don’t you quit on me.” Actually a little touching and of course his worst nightmare. Now he’s mad. You shouldn’t have done that tectonic plate. Not the Rock is coming for YOU.
December 21, 2025 at 2:48 AM
Just in time for the next big quake hit. They’re in the water again. Building list a couple floors I think. Brits leave daughter behind. Dad to the rescue.

Dad “I’m going in after her”. Mom freaking out burns up valuable seconds.

Find each other. “I’ll get you out.” “We’re running out of air.”
December 21, 2025 at 2:45 AM
Daughter’s eye makeup is still good. Whew.

Mom and dad are coming back through the wreckage. City is a wreck.

Let’s check that wound. Falling in love moment. Kiss kiss.

Time to navigate through the mess and dangerous things.

Kids see mom and dad but can’t get their attention. Laser pen does it.
December 21, 2025 at 2:41 AM
Surfing tsunami. Wasn’t that a Beach Boys song?

Ha. Daniel killed on Golden Gate. Should have tried to pay off the quake.

Can outrun a tsunami moments. Very Day After Tomorrow.

Kids made it to Daniel’s building thank goodness. Wait they are not high enough!
December 21, 2025 at 2:36 AM
Cal Tech. It was a 9.6. Largest quake in recorded history. Ooooh. Lots of big reds seismic lines.

Mom and dad are in the water. Water moving out means a tsunami. True.

They gotta get out of the bay!

Girl and brits head to Daniels building.

Big tsunami! Gotta get over it before it crests.
December 21, 2025 at 2:32 AM
Dad is out saving people. Stadium was a decent idea. Smaller building to fall on people. Lots of lungs filled with dust again.

Mom’s eye makeup still looks good. That’s nice.

Time to steal a boat.

Daughter take jacket off to help Brit. Wink.
December 21, 2025 at 2:29 AM
Airport is wrecked. Rendezvous point is inaccessible. What to do.

It’s time to jump out of the jump plane. Wifey is not thrilled. At first.

Time for next quake. Cal Tech is hit. “We’ll pray for the people of San Francisco.” Rolling eyes! My eyes hurt!

More buildings falling. Golden Gate fucked.
December 21, 2025 at 2:25 AM
Mom and dad reconnection moment. I super hate this plot point. Dead daughter is my fault. I wasn’t able to save her. My eyes are rolling SO HARD!

“If you couldn’t save her then nobody could have.”

Now daughter and Brits are looting a fire truck to listen in to the first responders.
December 21, 2025 at 2:19 AM
Time for a mom and dad fight. Dad doesn’t want to talk about dead daughter.

Next quake time? Nope. Just a major bottomless gulf in their path. Gas station losing all fuel into the pit.

Bystanders know where an airport is. Yay. Ah. It’s a jump plane. Hope they don’t have to jump out of it later.
December 21, 2025 at 2:14 AM
Cal Tech hacker. They are live. Paul G is on the air.

It’s a swarm event. The shaking is not over. San Fran will get a 9.5. You’ll feel it on the east coast.

“God be with you” 🙄
December 21, 2025 at 2:10 AM
Daniel proves himself and even greater dick and murderous asshole.

We learn that they broke up after their daughter died.

Chopper is in trouble. Too much damage. Gear box failure. Crash.

And oh. They are okay.

But! Looting! And gun shots!

Steal looters truck. Beat up car jacker. Go.
December 21, 2025 at 2:08 AM
“I cannot believe that Daniel just took off. Asshole”

Paul Giamatti. We just had a 9.1 and equal quake is going to happen again. We have to let people known. Get to the media lab and find an eager hacker.

Back to the chopper. “Daniel left me mom”.

Rock says get to the tallest place you can. Safe
December 21, 2025 at 2:03 AM
Daughter is stuck. Got in a call to dad before cell service went out.

Here comes British guy to help. Another quake. They are still trying.

“You guys have got to get out of here”

“Not a chance in hell”

Got her out just in time. How lucky.
December 21, 2025 at 1:57 AM