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Hivemind Times Issue #99
This week we're small and mighty
Can’t make dough? It’s not you. It’s your mixer.
Meet Ooni Halo Core Spiral Mixer, the home mixer finally built for breadmaking:
Uses the spiral mixing technology from professional kitchens
Packs high torque power through dual DC motors
Stays sturdy and stable, even at top speed
Creates stronger dough, softer loaves and a higher rise
Whips, beats and kneads in one countertop machine
Welcome To The Hivemind Times!
Episode freaking 99 is hot off the press folks so buckle up.
HQ has been absolutely buzzing since the start of season 8. We have more surprises up our sleeves then a prom night magician and nothing will be as it appears. That might sound like I’m just drumming up excitement but it’s true. Today you will get to sink your teeth into a huge bracket on Unlimited and Sunday we may or may not be wrapping up the second Star Wars trilogy on How Did It Age.
Hope you all have some fun plans for the weekend and enjoy these tunes and words.
- Graydon
WEEKLY PLAYLIST
Some new music I am listening to. Beyond stoked for the new Standing on The Corner and Dinner Party.
- Graydon
MOVIE REVIEW
Tuner 4/5

So fucking fun and worth the rental fee if you need to.
A very classic early 2000s feel to this crime romance movie. Awesome editing and incorporation of jazz/music in general. Has a heart and doesn’t skimp on good old fashion heist anxiety.
- Graydon
IT’S OFFICIALLY AUGUST
What's the best thing going on? |
POEM OF THE WEEK
Paul Verlaine (1844-1896)
Horny ahhh Paul
Innocents We
Their long skirts and high heels battled away:
Depending on the ground’s and breezes’ whim,
At times some stocking shone, low on the limb—
Too soon concealed!—tickling our naïveté.
At times, as well, an envious bug would bite
Our lovelies’ necks beneath the boughs, and we
Would glimpse a flash—white flash, ah! ecstasy!—
And glut our mad young eyes on sheer delight.
Evening would fall, the autumn day would draw
To its uncertain close: our belles would cling
Dreamingly to us, cooing, whispering
Lies that still set our souls trembling with awe.




