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It’s the one that’s happened before.
Would it be better to drag it out past the point where it runs out of steam, audiences stop paying attention, and it falls so hard nobody does anything else with the Star Trek brand on TV for a decade or two?
“Will you walk into my parlour?” said a spider to a fly…
Probably A Night at the Opera by Queen, which was the first album I ever bought with my own money. A ton of classic tracks, lots of tonal range, weirdass spatial effects from early-era screwing around with stereophonic production, and a hell of a good time any day of the week.
The era of remote work has presented new opportunities for many.
The best thing about badminton is saying the word “shuttlecock.”
Throw in a Linux VM running under Windows and intensify the Inception noise.
those kids do it for a hobby
The pageants are the parents’ hobby. The kids are whisked into it at a vulnerable stage of development in which they don’t have the agency to decide any of it for themselves.
The trouble with something like that is we already have the 90s Mario movie, and the actors’ performances (visual as well as voice) and the delightfully bonkers direction and production design are the best things about it. There’d be absolutely no benefit to throwing everything but the soundtrack out and redoing it line-by-prerecorded-line as a cartoon, when if you want a Mario cartoon which looks like the games you can more easily just make a new cartoon (which is what they did.)
I get it, I was swamped that day too.
Okay, I’ll get fucked for $350 or you can submit your best offer.
For this you could have a timer on the thing you set when you start it up and can then walk away from. You don’t need the damn net to have a clock in the appliance.
Same. The principal and vice principals at the last high school I attended were also the football coaches. Going to them about how the jocks were kicking the shit out of me for being too nerdy and queer for their tastes got me that same “just keep a lower profile” bullshit from the highest authority figures in that dump.
Alert: the Wi-Fi has detected high-waisted mom jeans.
Yes, Popeye will eat his spinach and rescue her.
Because my country’s egg supply chain makes them require refrigeration.
I’ll try my best to not be venuarable, then.