I once activated Siri, and before I could say anything my dog started barking – and Siri replied “Good boy!”
"Palette of tuna? One gross order of feathers on a stick? Premium, Extra Fancy catnip?
– Oh good, nothing amiss here!"
I share that opinion! Doowutchyalike!
I sense I’m about to fall into a deep, deep rabbit hole 😄
“So, if Gandalf… weighs more than a duck… he’s a wraith!”
A GD B.
Gotta teach the birds about stranger danger.
Water? We’ve got plenty of that. And it’s heavy, so that should mean it’s extra safe.
That’s funny, I thought Danger was his… middle name.
Free hosting, for everyone, without ads.
Ut-oh.
(But seriously, while it wasn’t free, having an account with an ISP used to come with 10 MB of personal webspace without ads or anything. That’s something you never really see these days.)
Hmm… better just have one, then.
On the plus side, the uranium-235 cookies will probably stay warm a lot longer than the others.
Weird to see the proliferation over the years of think-pieces on the lack of libido in mainstream film. They act like it’s evidence that America is dead from the waist down – as if people can’t just go watch sex whenever they want, without having to share the experience with an auditorium full of people. Depictions of sexuality have just become more private, that’s all.
I think it’s the noise rather than simply the affection.
Extreme mouth noises bother some people. Not that I’d ever call anyone out on a train over it, but the sound of loud wet kissing gives me the creepy-crawlies in the same way that hearing someone sloppily eating a particularly juicy apple does.
Thank Bose for noise-cancelling earbuds.
Soong understood addiction – it’s just that his was making androids that looked like him.
“And I shall name you… Lore! Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.”
After WotC overprinted cards, they essentially promised not to reprint certain ones. I think it’s a dumb decision, but they’ve annoyingly stuck to it
WotC goes out of its way to avoid upsetting the used market/card arbitrage people. If they did a reprint of Black Lotus, the howl of anger from those folks would shake the Earth from its orbit.
“Red 5, standing by.”
“Chirp chirp, chirp chirp!”
Erebor, Ho!