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First off: HCPSS is posting more diverse recruiting adverts than I had originally thought. See below.


Not sure about their choice of what words should be the BIG words, though. Is there a secret message in here that I’m missing? 

HCPSS

VALUED

ALONE

HERE

YOU

FALL 2026

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Someone is having fun over on the Columbia Reddit. I’d love to know the backstory on this.

Caption reads: Petition to replace Jim Rouse statue with giant mechanical supervillain spider.

The advert placed directly below made me giggle.


“Satisfying to watch. Satisfying to eat.”

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A few days ago I titled a post “Places and Spaces.”



A few days ago the Columbia Association posted a short video entitled “Places and Spaces.”




It’s possible I snagged their title without realizing I had seen it elsewhere. I don’t think it’s a crime but I feel pretty stupid, anyway.

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Last night the Baltimore Sun put up this odd post on Facebook. It has since been revised to look more like their usual posts. Take a look. Is this an attempt to dig themselves out of the hole they created for themselves with a shoddy, inaccurate title?


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Finally, from the Facebook Marketplace files:



What caught my eye was not the existence of a Rainbow 🌈 Throne Chair. No, it was the link in white type at the top left which reads “Find similar items.” Seriously? Isn’t this wishful thinking? Aren’t we looking at possibly the only throne ever posted - - aren’t we the No Kings nation, after all?

How wrong I was. 


Not only are there more thrones on offer, quite a few of them are in Laurel. I’d love to know how Laurel came to be a hotbed of thrones.

Who knew? If you do, let me know.


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