The biggest challenge of the interview was the translator trying to understand what Tucker Carlson was saying with his mouth full.
Gaming enthusiast, writer, artist, and social media ronin. Current denizen of the Dork Web, aka federated media. Doesn’t play well with others.
The biggest challenge of the interview was the translator trying to understand what Tucker Carlson was saying with his mouth full.
Life sucks, no doubt, but you’re here and you have to get used to it. The best advice I can provide is slurp up all the good moments you can and savor the taste, so their memories will get you through the hard spots. Repeat until dead.
“If you don’t have these little ‘advertisements’ cleaned up by the time we get back, I’LL come to Quark’s… and believe me, I’ll have FUN.”
Man, now you just trollin’.
I get a laugh out of Sisko doing a silly child’s dance in Lethal Candyland, in that episode of DS9 when they make first contact with a bunch of gambling aliens. “Allamarane! Count to four! Allamarane! Then three more!” It’s those little moments in Star Trek where respected actors humiliate themselves for the sake of the plot that are just so great to watch. See also Armin Shimerman as the silvery announcement box in one of the early TNG episodes.
See, this is the true power of AI art generation. AI has no concept of shame, and can put immense effort into bringing a dumb pun like this to life. No human should be forced to draw a hundred photo-realistic oranges in the form of a dead emperor.
Depending on the damage done to the brain, it could be a full-on recognition of impending death or just a primal, lizard brain fear that something is wrong and getting worse. I think Robin Williams was in the first category, and he was so fearful of the future that he took his own life and prevented himself from reaching stage two.
There are too many of these goddamned social networks anyway. After Twitter/X exploded, everyone else wanted to grab a piece of that pie, and now we’ve got a dozen social networks nobody uses.
If you want a progressive social network that doesn’t take shit from goosesteppers, Cohost is probably the place to go. It’s so neurodivergent and trans-friendly that I can’t imagine them blithely accepting Nazi content. It’s just not how Cohost works. “Blah blah blah, free speech!” Not here, chumps. We’ve got standards. Go somewhere else to push that poison.
Glad to see SOMEONE in the world takes this sort of thing seriously.
You’re not motivated to pay them fair wages either, so hey.
Go have a charged lemonade on me, Cue Ball. In fact, have three… I think that’s the lethal dose.
Shoot ink on paper. That’s all you need to do. Don’t give me a built in screen, or onerous firmware, or any of that nonsense.
Remember when Domino’s Pizza admitted that their pizza was shit, and that they’d work really hard to make it less shit? How’d that work out for them?
“Your Seamen have all died.” What are you, my urologist?
It’s especially great when they do something that’s completely off the walls crazy. Michael Dorn played a screaming dwarf in the Billy and Mandy episode “Here There Be Dwarves,” who went mad after centuries of mushroom farming and exacted his revenge by invading the Keebler elves’ hollow tree. Then R. Lee Ermey pops up to censor the carnage and the dwarves and elves compromise by making mushroom cookies, and Billy does karaoke. That show was so delightfully warped and random sometimes.
I’m not lighting a fuse with this, am I? O_O;
Anyway, Routine by Steven Wilson and Losing It by Rush are two big candidates. Remove all sharp objects from the immediate vicinity before you listen to them.
Actually, forget that. Songs about naval disasters (The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot, At the Harbor by Renaissance, The Wreck of the Hesperus by Procol Harum) are somber in tone but won’t make you feel despondent afterward. They’re like rye bread… a little rough and dark, but hearty and filling and ultimately cleansing in the end.
Oh God, that is so painfully true. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be longingly caressing this rope without actually tying it into a noose.
If I knew what makes this keep happening, I wouldn’t need to complain about it!
Anyway. I’m a Kbin user who surfs the internet with Firefox, on a Windows 10 laptop. The presumption is that there’s a compatibility issue between Kbin and Lemmy.
This comes up about a third of the time whenever I try to post. “You’re the only one on this page!” No! I’m trying to post on the main page! Where did you just take me? That is what has me aggravated. I hope that helps.
Make America great again? Okay!
(carpet bombs that Applebee’s)
Is this like the Linux nerds’ version of the Crips and the Bloods?