GYSO Reviews Part 65 - Happy Half-birthday Thim, Wait! You Can Count Like That?
Published: 2025-05-04
Thim: No, no, the difficult part is getting a feel for the numbers. It’s like understanding the ratio between miles and kilometers; you can get the gist of it for sure, but getting an accurate feel for what they actually mean relative to each other is the question. This is why counting binary on your fingers could be so powerful. You suddenly open up the possiblity to represent numbers up to 1023 right there on your fingers, that usually only go up to ten?!!?! Isn’t that crazy?
Henry: I said, Happy half-birthday, Thim!
Henry blows a party-blower with his psychotic!?!?!?! ABILITIES????? :O. It makes a pleasing sound, but not like you’re thinking. Stop thinking.
Thim: Look, it’s pretty hard ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) to get excited about these things when it’s not even my birthday, and you’ve missed my birthday something like five years in a row – my birthday is in March. You know, the epic thorona virus and all that. The one that birthed me from the gestalt of Tim and Thor. That thorona virus.
Henry: Okay, that’s great :) How am I supposed to count on my fingers, again?
Snag’darr: Ditto. I choose you!
Opponent’s DITTO uses Transform!
DITTO transforms into THIM!
Thim (Ditto): Wait. Does this mean that today’s my birthday, or did you miss mine too in March?
Sara walks in, hearing only the last line.
Sara: Did you forget to take your meds today, Thim?
Thim: Did you forget to stop being a–
Thim (Ditto): Dude, I’m going to transform back. I can’t handle being Thim. Sorry dude.
Thim: Nah, man. I get it. I can’t stand being me either. Too much neurotic bullshit. Anyways, what were we doing?
DITTO uses Transform!
DITTO transforms into DITTO.
Ditto (Ditto): Hi.
Thim: I’m ret-conning this character.
Ditto: Noooooo….!
Ditto’s voice fades away into nothing.
Snag’darr: You killed my pocket monster–legally distinct from Pokemon. You monster–not in a pocket, but still a monster. This is just like that Sven guy!
Thim: Who? Whatever. it was for the good of the world, trust me. And it was good for me, which is far more important. Get rekt’d Skrub’darr, skill issue, ayy lmao, my roflcopter goes soi soi soi soi. Anyways, let’s read some fan mail.
The first letter is from a fan named ‘Dyson’. It reads…
Dear, Thim
Blow me.
-Dyson
Thim opens another fan letter, this one from a true fan that’s been around since GYSO’s beginning. Before Thim’s time, when dinosaurs and people named Thor roamed the GYSO Earth.
Dear, Thim
BEEP BOOP
110000100001000000
-Web scraping robot
Thim: I’m pretty sure that if you were a robot, you wouldn’t be writing like that.
Another letter, right under the previous one in the pile.
Dear, Thim
Yes I can write like that, bastard.
-Web scraping robot
The next letter is Q.
The next letter is inside a bright pink envolope with flowers printed on it.
Dear, Thim
I hope this letter finds you well. I’ve been reading GYSO since the beginning, and I can’t believe how far it’s come! I hope you keep writing it and making people smile!
Your fan,
-Nightmare Disaster Hellfire Demon of the [redacted] Planes
PS. Please write more about Henry! He’s the funniest!
Henry: <3
Thim: I can’t tell if this letter is sarcastic or not, and why isn’t any of these letters dedicated to Thor and Tim?
The next letter must have had something happen to it, its’ envelope is gone. The text seems to be written on a type writer, also known cononically as a typing machine in the extended GYSO Universe.
Help, me
I am trapped in the afterlife, permanently seeking for a way back to our world. I’ve been searching for respite in this dreadful, dark wasteland for what feels like an eternity and a single second at the same time.
jk, it’s Thor, I found a typing machine in an antiquariat antiquarian, and the owner seems pretty anti about me using his machine lol
But if you’re seeing this, I’m dead. Knowing our choice of courirer, this is probably not news to you anymore rofl
-Horgle dorgle badorgle
Thim: How did this even get here?
The next letter glows with eldritch light, a deep foreboding hate seems to flow out of it like a river of damned souls. Thim opens it, reading it with trembling hands.
Thim,
It’s me. Tim. I’m writing this letter to you from beyond the grave of pepperoni you buried me in. Good job on that one, by the way.
I could write a bunch of advice about writing, maybe tell you I’m proud of all the work you’ve done for GYSO now that I’m gone from it, but we both know that’ll be disingenuous. Instead, I’ll just say…
Get Your Skills On is a blog, a lifestyle, and a joke. You can make it whatever you want. That freedom comes with a price. Walk the path and never look back. The moment you stagnate with it is the moment it loses its charm.
Don’t give up.
-Tim
Thim burns the letters in disgust.
The dies.
The end.