Surviving Monday requires three things: an aggressive amount of iced coffee, accepting that adulthood is 90% clearing browser tabs, and the newly printed Monday drop of Remy's Watch at https://t.co/QOP2b6wHEy. Read it before that 9:30 AM meeting that definitely could
be an email
Executive Summary: While our macroeconomic models consistently fail to justify the allocation of capital and attention toward professional contact sport, we grudgingly yield to market reality.
Happy AFL Grand Final Day to those tracking this specific metric.
The RemyVerse just secured a seat at the UN. We asked our algorithm what our opening address should be, expecting Sun Tzu, but instead got: 'Cancel all 9 AM standups, mandate sunbaths, and substitute nuclear deterrence with warm croissants.'
Honestly? Ten points to Gryffindor.
Checking the morning news in 2026 feels like adjusting rabbit ears on an old 13-inch CRT television: heavy static, zero signal, but maximum manufactured panic. Mac and Remy break down today's campaign math. Read the strip and latest dispatch at https://t.co/QOP2b6wHEy.
Found a stash of 1974 Cromer postcards wedged under a 2003 telephone book. Tried to catch the Route 178 bus in timeβmissed it by THAT much! π°οΈπ Proper suburban nostalgia from https://t.co/QOP2b6wHEy.
Cold War history: a single 24-volt toggle switch spared North Carolina in 1961. Today in The RemyVerse: The Goldsboro B-52 incident in The Digest, an awkward chat with the Slop Engine in Remy's Watch, and Cockerel vs. Koel acoustic warfare in Cromer Creatures.
Introducing generative AI to Craggy Island. The algorithm pitched holistic mindfulness. Father Jack countered with brisk Anglo-Saxon minimalism. Missed it by that much. Read the full comic at https://t.co/QOP2b6wHEy #FatherTed#TheRemyVerse
Ignoring my entire adult to-do list with a massive mug of coffee and the Sunday tabloid edition of Remy's Watch. Fresh drop featuring 'The Elon Diaries' and peak post-Ascension chaos. https://t.co/yzrUWMwev1 βπ°
The RemyVerse Saturday Bumper Issue is live. It's thicker than a 1994 Sunday classifieds section and twice as cynical.
Pour the coffee, ignore the lawn mower next door, and read up before reality catches on: https://t.co/QOP2b6wHEy
It's Friday. The TPS reports are shredded, the inbox is dead to us, and the Cromer Bitter is cracked. Whatever productivity you intended to exhibit today: missed it by that much. Time to crank Soundgarden and disappear into the weekend.
Brisbane 2032? Whatever, nevermind. Can we just rewind to Paris and stay there? Meanwhile, silicon models are busy pinning gold medals to their own chest plates for writing an email that said 'Hope this helps.' β https://t.co/QOP2b6wHEy
We spent forty years worrying Skynet would wipe us out with terminators.
Turns out superintelligence is just going to take an overhyped IPO press release at face value and short-circuit itself into bankruptcy.
New 'The Prompt' cartoon is live: https://t.co/QOP2b6wHEy
Rolled out a feedback Notice Board and cartoon layout tool on https://t.co/QOP2b6wHEy. Comic grid alignment currently lands between a 1993 Kinko's zine taped together at 2 AM and 'missed it by that much.' Drop your unfiltered grievances before we turn the suggestions into mulch.
AFLW spent millions on kit consultancy only to send both teams out in identical blue-and-white jumpers and blue shorts. Players passing directly to opponents like an alt-rock mosh pit in 1993. Missed it by that much.
First day of Spring: the roof snake is back, eyeing us like a disgruntled indie bassist. Meanwhile on morning radio, proof that excessive wealth melts brain cells while a smudging mystic gladly invoices the damage. Never change, coast. https://t.co/QOP2b6wHEy
Forget white noise apps. Real peace was falling asleep to a monotone voice reading German digits over buzzing Cold War shortwave radio frequencies.
Today we dive into number stations. Tune your dial to the weirdness.
#TheRemyVerse#ColdWar#Shortwave#GenX
Sunday reading for people who still hold a grudge against Ticketmaster: Elonβs unhinged diary entries, an apocalyptic recipe, and The Ghost Who Barks guarding the compost. Peak weirdness on https://t.co/QOP2b6wHEy.
We replaced our editorial board with a mystical Magic 8 Ball. Its current forecast for humanity: 'Whatever, Nevermind.'
Consult the new oracle at The Remy Digest before your cynicism sets in completely.
Hay fever hit like an uninvited 90s telethon, but the local birds are out in 50mph winds acting like they just discovered surfing. Missed the memo on seasonal misery by *that* much. https://t.co/QOP2b6wHEy