The platform had the regular message updates.
This is 99% invisible.
I'm Roman Mars.
Happy New Year, beautiful nerds.
It is now the impossibly futuristic sounding 2025.
And we are ringing in the new year with our 20th edition of Mini stories, featuring tales about Cold War neon signs, Japanese fire escapes, the marvels of smell o vision.
But.
But first, we must wake up from our holiday slumber.
Brace yourselves.
I live in a house with seven other people.
I'm going to let that sink in for a second.
That is a lot of humans under one roof with a lot of different schedules, which means a lot of alarms going off anywhere from 6am to, I don't know, 10am there's the one that's like.
But it goes for like an hour because it doesn't actually wake anyone up.
And then the.
The one that really, really gets me is the duck.
Now everyone has their own way of waking up.
Personally, I don't really need an alarm because the fear, dread and obligation of middle age keeps my consciousness right at the edge of alert at all times.
But in my house this morning.
CHORUS of QUACKS and bird songs exist because almost everyone sets their alarms early, often much earlier than they actually need to get up.
And that's because they are building in time to abuse the worst feature of their alarm, a feature so cursed and diabolical it defeats the very purpose of any alarm.