Meanwhile, Super High Me is still 100% solid gold cinema.

Wait, why aren’t we supposed to talk about dog parks?

Riker and Troi were in a big deal relationship before the events of TNG, and there’s a scene later in the show where they are talking about their respective relationships and giving each other advice and I find that quite wholesome. It’s not always easy or even possible to break up with someone and remain in contact, let alone friends, but it can happen under the right circumstances, and it’s nice to see a depiction of a breakup that doesn’t have to turn into enmity.

Also they shouldn’t have called the category of “things that aren’t planets despite being in some ways planet-like” “dwarf planet,” they should have called them “planetoids.” Star Trek had been referring to small planet-like objects as planetoids for decades, so the work in the popular consciousness had already been done. Dwarf planet not being a planet makes it sound like they’re saying dwarf people don’t count as people, and I don’t care for that at all.

Yeah, assuming that a yard is meant to approximate the stride of an adult human, who’s the Goliath-sized motherfucker with the 5’ 3" stride who took a thousand steps and called that a mile?

Edit: Okay, I checked.

The furlong (meaning furrow length) was the distance a team of oxen could plough without resting. This was standardised to be exactly 40 rods or 10 chains.

An English mile is defined as 8 furlongs, 8 presumably being chosen because it divides by 2 and 4. What a cockamamie system of measurement.

Edit Again: Okay, I checked again.

The modern English word mile derives from Middle English myle and Old English mīl, which was cognate with all other Germanic terms for miles. These derived from the nominal ellipsis form of mīlle passus ‘mile’ or mīlia passuum ‘miles’, the Roman mile of one thousand paces.

A pace is a unit of length consisting either of one normal walking step, or of a double step, returning to the same foot.

This is all still very silly.

See also: Commando. And Red Heat. Honestly, straight men spent a lot of the 80s and 90s lusting after Arnold Schwarzenegger’s rippling muscles.

God bless Limited Run Games and their bizarre, seemingly-nonsensical business model. They made a physical release of Doom with a deluxe edition where the box the game came in could play Doom. They’re modern-day Willie Wonkas.

I saw a study where they showed babies a little play where a green puppet is trying to climb up a cliff and then there is a red puppet and a blue puppet. The red puppet smacks the green puppet and knocks it down, and the blue puppet helps the green one up the cliff. Then they give the babies a choice of playing with either the blue or red puppets, and the babies had a distinct preference for playing with the helpful blue puppet. The implication is that even infants have a fundamental understanding that it is better to be helpful of others than harmful, and I honestly feel that that’s a good indicator of how humanity’s natural state is one of help, cooperation, and kindness.

I’m a big fan of “Meditating Frog” by Sengai (1750-1837)

I understand that this looks like a pretty good setup for a Final Destination movie.

Or, hell, even if Bill Clinton is a weird old criminal creep, he’s still willing to throw himself under the bus to destroy another weird old criminal creep. He’s in effect saying “Yeah, motherfucker, let’s do this thing. I’m willing to destroy what’s left of my public reputation if it’ll take you down, too.”

It’s not terribly far off from that octopus that was good at picking presidential election winners.

Alas, Pandramodo never did a B-26 Marauder, but they DID do a B-52 Stratofortress!

Live long enough to get revenge on the factors that made your life shit.

Pfft

Happens every time