James T. Bigglesworth📛💄🎼🍵🐱👩🐔⏳🦋🪳🍀

Okay, so maybe I'll take part after all...
Star Trek fan from before TNG came on TV, filthy casual gamer, Manga & Anime fan, Trance fan, & now VTuber addict.

[James T. Bigglesworth📛💄🎼🍵🐱👩🐔⏳🦋🪳🍀 @Scottish_Andy]

#AsphaltLegends #RissaLIVE #KFP
My first race against Nerissa in my Nissan GTR-50 ItalDesign in KFP livery; fighting for the honour of my MYTH Oshi 🐔🧡against my Advent Oshi! 🎼💙
It was really exciting having an actual on-screen duel with her for 3rd place!
🏁🏎️🏎️

[Sword Art Online Video Games @saogames]

This is your first step into your new life ⚔️

The demo for Echoes of Aincrad will be available on Steam June 15 19:00 CEST | 10:00 PDT, and on PS & Xbox June 16 00:00 CEST | June 15 21:00 PDT.

#SAOEoA
#SAO

[Raora Panthera🐱holoEN @raorapanthera]

@hololive_En @takanashikiara I love you Kiwawa!!! doomed together forever!!!🩷🧡

[hololive (English) @hololive_En]

💌Secret Supporter Relay💌

Hey @raorapanthera, you've got mail! 🐱
@takanashikiara has written something just for you 🐔📫

We hope that these secret admirer messages spark joy while preparations for #holoSerendipity ramp up 📣✨

Watch this space for the next Secret Supporter message!

🔽Concert Website🔽
https://t.co/bxFKwqdkCk

[James T. Bigglesworth📛💄🎼🍵🐱👩🐔⏳🦋🪳🍀 @Scottish_Andy]

We, as watchers, already knew of your immense contribution.
If you recall, this was my first suoperchat to you,and not long after I became KFP.
Never underestimate your impact, Mighty Phoenix, or how important you are to everyone. 🧡🧡🧡

[Takanashi Kiara (HoloEN) @takanashikiara]

Compiling a compilation and finding the most vital parts was time consuming but I couldn't do it without a great compilation from u guys in the first place 😭 its so good!! The timestamps help so much too!!
Also it made me more aware of my involvement and influence that I previously doubted, so that's nice too 🥹👉👈✨️

[Takanashi Kiara (HoloEN) @takanashikiara]

its 4:30 am I just finished compiling important events of season 2 day 3
maybe i should split this EN rewind in 2 parts...i dont wanna tho, its better if its all in one.... aaaaaaaaaa

[Takanashi Kiara (HoloEN) @takanashikiara]

eh, i wanted to just vaguely compile what happened in season 1 and 2, but here i am already compiling the happenings of season 1 for 1.5 hours now (and still have 2 days to cover)

[Takanashi Kiara (HoloEN) @takanashikiara]

whoever is in charge of the ENreco archive site, i will be highly in your debt but I WILL GIVE CREDIT

[Special Kherson Cat 🐈🇺🇦 @bayraktar_1love]

Russian radar operators in Cheboksary this morning:

[Farm Girl Carrie 👩‍🌾 @FarmGirlCarrie]

On the day John Ratzenberger walked into an audition room in 1982, he had a plane to catch.

He had been living in London for nearly a decade — acting, writing, performing improv comedy across Europe with a two-man theatre group that had played to standing-room-only audiences for 634 consecutive shows.

He had appeared in small roles in some of the biggest films of the era: *Star Wars:
The Empire Strikes Back*, *Superman*, *Gandhi*, *A Bridge Too Far*

He was a working actor, but
nobody's idea of a household name. That day, he was in Los Angeles on a writing assignment, and his ticket back to London was already booked.
He had one audition before he left.
A new sitcom about a bar in Boston.

Both Ratzenberger and another actor, George Wendt, were reading for the same role — a minor patron named George who had a single line: "Beer!" It was barely a part at all.

But Ratzenberger wanted the work, so he went in, and the moment director Jimmy Burrows told him he was there to audition, not have a conversation, he felt the energy in the room go cold.

By his own account, all the blood rushed out of his body. He delivered a forgettable read. The casting director thanked him on the way out — the polite, final kind of thank you that everyone in show business learns to recognize.

He was almost through the door when something stopped him. Not calculation. Not strategy. Just the instinct of a man who had spent a decade doing improv and knew that the moment before you leave a room is sometimes the best moment you'll ever have.
He turned around.

"Do you have a bar know-it-all?"
The producers didn't know what he was talking about. So he told them. Every bar in New England, he explained, has one — some guy who acts like he has the knowledge of all mankind stored between his ears and is not even slightly shy about sharing it.

He had grown up around exactly this type: a man named Sarge at his father's regular bar, who could answer any question with absolute confidence whether he actually knew the answer or not. The room would ask Sarge the length of a whale's intestine and Sarge would shoot back: "Baleen or blue?" And somehow, everyone deferred to him anyway.

Ratzenberger launched into an improvisation right there — the Boston accent, the lean against an imaginary bar, the slightly too-long explanations of facts nobody had asked for. The producers watched. Then they laughed. Then they asked him to do more.

George Wendt got the role of the bar regular, renamed Norm Peterson. And the producers, convinced by five minutes of improv from a man on his way out the door, wrote an entirely new character into the show.

His name was Clifford Clavin. United States Postal Service.
Cheers debuted on NBC on September 30, 1982, to nearly catastrophic ratings — finishing 77th out of 100 shows that week.

The network came close to canceling it in the first season. But the show found its audience, and then it found a much bigger one, and then it became one of the most beloved television series ever made. It ran for 11 seasons.

Ratzenberger appeared in 273 of 275 episodes.
Cliff became the man at the end of the bar with the white socks and the questionable facts and the magnificent certainty — the guy everyone tolerated and secretly enjoyed, the kind of person every room has and everyone pretends to find annoying and would immediately miss if he disappeared.

Ratzenberger was nominated for Emmy Awards in 1985 and 1986. By the time the show ended in 1993, Cliff Clavin was embedded in American culture as one of the great comic characters in the history of the medium. Cheers! 🍻

[James T. Bigglesworth📛💄🎼🍵🐱👩🐔⏳🦋🪳🍀 @Scottish_Andy]

@ERBloodflame 🫂

[Takanashi Kiara (HoloEN) @takanashikiara]

next stream→【HoloEN Rewind】

ENReco edition!!! I pulled an allnighter to compile the happenings of 3 seasons.... Why did i choose to do this
ENReco（マイクラ企画）の特別回！徹夜をして情報をまとめました・・寝不足のキアラの説明を聞きにきてください！！

https://t.co/0EpnAKdh93

[Takanashi Kiara (HoloEN) @takanashikiara]

おはようございます！
こちら、本日10時です！！
ENのあの三年間続いてる豪華マイクラ企画のメンバーのロールプレイあらすじを詳しく説明していくので
是非見にきてほしいです！✨️
https://t.co/LMCFGcEGdp

[James T. Bigglesworth📛💄🎼🍵🐱👩🐔⏳🦋🪳🍀 @Scottish_Andy]

@hololive_En How serendipitous!
Nice art; I think Ceci and Raora look the best, and Kronii & Kiara are also good.

[James T. Bigglesworth📛💄🎼🍵🐱👩🐔⏳🦋🪳🍀 @Scottish_Andy]

@RitsukiChrilip9 By the Goddess!
(Kronii is the one Liara keeps referring to)

[利付クリリップ @RitsukiChrilip9]

💦
#kronillust

[James T. Bigglesworth📛💄🎼🍵🐱👩🐔⏳🦋🪳🍀 @Scottish_Andy]

Absolutely EPIC. I've never seen the full explanation before, nor the cute versus money graph for men.
Disclaimer: I'm a married anime and Star Trek nerd. These graphs don't apply to me. 🫡

[Dangerous Thoughts @DangerousThinkg]

As relevant today as when originally posted

[Olena Rohoza @OlenaRohoza]

Our soldiers quickly captured two enemy columns of armored vehicles, including modern T-72B3s and even T-90Ms. Instead of simply blowing up the tanks, they did something the Russians certainly did not expect.

Ukrainian crews got into the captured Russian tanks, switched on the radios, adopted the Russians' call signs, and set off on a deep raid behind enemy lines, posing as friendly forces.

The Russian columns moved calmly, believing they were safe. Our tank crews quickly neutralized the original crews, mastered the equipment, and blended into the Russian traffic flow. They spoke Russian over the radio, used the correct call signs, and imitated the style of Russian communications. At checkpoints, they were waved through without suspicion: "Go ahead, guys."

The Ukrainians then calmly drove straight onto the grounds of a Russian brigade headquarters.

Once inside, they suddenly turned their turrets and opened fire. The headquarters, supply depots, and vehicle park were turned into an inferno within minutes. Russian troops ran in panic between tents, firing in every direction, but it was already too late. They had allowed a "Trojan horse" onto their own base.

The operation was carried out brilliantly. Ukrainian forces seized the headquarters, captured officers, destroyed key facilities, and withdrew with minimal losses.

[James T. Bigglesworth📛💄🎼🍵🐱👩🐔⏳🦋🪳🍀 @Scottish_Andy]

That's my MYTH oshi.
DAMN I LOVE THAT NUT BALL 🤣

[James T. Bigglesworth📛💄🎼🍵🐱👩🐔⏳🦋🪳🍀 @Scottish_Andy]

EPIC. 🤣
Again, do not care if this is made up, AI generated, or whatever it's really funny and entertaining. 👍
If you did come up with this I salute your creativity and storytelling ability. 🫡

[Iamemperor @Iamemperor00]

My roommate accidentally convinced our entire apartment building that he was a government agent because he didn’t know how to end conversations normally.

It started because he ordered a shredder.

That’s it.

Just a regular office shredder from Amazon.

But the delivery guy asked,
“What do you need this for?”

And instead of saying “old bank statements” like a civilian, my roommate pauses for two full seconds and goes,

“Can’t really discuss that.”

Why would you say that.

Now the delivery guy looks nervous.
My roommate notices the nervousness.
And instead of correcting himself, he doubles down because apparently social anxiety turns him into a Batman villain.

He leans closer and says:
“Appreciate your discretion.”

The delivery guy left like he had just transported nuclear launch codes.

After that, weird things started happening.

Neighbors became oddly respectful.
People stopped asking him dumb small-talk questions in the elevator.
One old man saluted him once.

At first we thought it was coincidence.

Then our downstairs neighbor knocks on our door and quietly asks,
“Are we safe?”

My roommate, who is eating cereal at the time, just stares at him and says:
“For now.”

FOR NOW???

The neighbor looked like he was about to evacuate his family immediately.

Turns out the delivery guy had apparently told multiple people in the building that “federal people” were living on the third floor.

And honestly my roommate’s lifestyle was NOT helping.

He leaves the apartment at random hours.
Owns three identical black jackets.
Rarely explains where he’s going.
Has terrible posture but walks fast enough to seem important.

One time he came home carrying a locked briefcase.

Do you know what was inside?

A sandwich.

But nobody else knew that.

The paranoia escalated when building management installed new security cameras and my roommate casually muttered,
“About time.”

Now everybody thinks he requested surveillance upgrades.

Then came the incident with Apartment 4B.

There was a huge screaming argument downstairs around midnight.
Doors slamming.
People yelling.
Somebody crying.

The whole building could hear it.

My roommate walks into the hallway, listens for ten seconds, then calmly says:
“They’re moving earlier than expected.”

EARLIER THAN WHAT??

A woman across the hall literally gasped.

The next morning 4B had moved out unexpectedly because apparently they were already behind on rent and the fight ended the relationship.

But now the building believes my roommate orchestrated a covert extraction.

People started treating him like some kind of undercover protector.

Neighbors would randomly update him on “suspicious activity.”

One guy whispered:
“There’s a blue Honda that keeps circling the block.”

My roommate nodded and wrote something down.

Do you know what he wrote?

“Buy oat milk.”

But the guy saw the note-taking and immediately went,
“Knew it.”

Then management offered him a free parking spot “for operational convenience.”

HE TOOK IT.

At this point I asked him why he kept feeding the delusion instead of stopping it.

And he said something I’ll never forget:
“It’s gone too far to explain naturally.”

Which somehow made him sound EVEN MORE like a spy.

Then things became catastrophic.

A package got delivered to the wrong apartment and went missing.

Management called a building meeting about “recent security concerns.”

In the middle of the meeting, somebody actually turned toward my roommate and asked:
“What do you think we should do?”

This idiot crosses his arms and says:
“Keep communication limited. Don’t panic.”

The room nodded collectively.

I was watching a man fail upward into the CIA.

Then an actual police officer showed up later that week because somebody reported “possible federal surveillance activity.”

We thought the game was over.

But when the officer knocked on our door, my roommate opened it halfway, looked at the badge, and sighed like he was disappointed.

[Moondog🐔 @Moondog_94]

the game was literally meant for her #kfp #kfpmemes