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No, no, the nearly 3 hour nap I took accidentally can't possibly have fucked me up. Obviously I am normal sleepy here at... midnight.
The Weather Channel's AQI is broken (apparently the entire planet is hazardous to breathe right now, oops) but the scale only goes up to 500 so I am in tears at how the little indicator loads in upon a refresh.
[ID: A digital drawing of Wulferic and Pin from Critical Role. They're laying down together, Wulferic partially curled around Pin. End description.]
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Project Hail Mary is a 9 hour read.
A friend says his work is doing it for book club and they've been given, like, 6 weeks to read it.
That's a long weekend read, though. For real.
I enjoy the premise. I think it's working just a little hard, but, hey, if this was a Star Trek movie I wouldn't mind at all.
But. I've had a look at the tags, now, and think some of you extroverts should go to your local library and try and recruit humans there to be your friends. I think some of you need more enrichment outside the enclosure, like when they took all the animals on walks in the zoos in 2020.
I think I actually don't care to see the movie, and the whole reason I read the book was because the premise of the movie as no CGI intrigued me.
It still does. It feels like the only way to bother making a movie, is to do it with practical resources. Because that's what the book is. The ship itself may be revolutionary, but everything Ryland Grace and Rocky do is basically nothing a regular guy couldn't do. (Listen, the book gets hand-wavy about Taumoeba reproduction, that *might* be the only thing somebody with access to math might not be able to do.)
As long as they had Ryland Grace's extensive and specific knowledge. The book is correct, he's gotta go because we went to the moon on less technology than in the phone I'm typing this on. To form a metaphor the book also makes- Rocky's culture did the same thing, the best they could under the circumstances and with their own limitations. It's a tactile book, so the movie also has to be that way.
But. I dunno that I care to see how a modern Hollywood movie is gonna spin that story.
I cannot begin to explain to you the disappointment I felt on finding out that “match my freak” was a sexual thing and not a level of how insane you are with your friends
I've got 122 pages of Project Hail Mary to go. I'm kinda disappointed to finish it because I feel you really only can read this one for the first time once.
Like reading Jules Verne before we knew anything.
Because of the afghan, it makes the massage chair look like a 90s carseat.
if could be a touch further away from the orange booth and a right angle, sitcom living room set.
Something Niles bought for his father for Christmas. Fraiser and his father *both* hate it, for different reasons, until it turns out Daphne has some back pain the thing works wonders on. She spirits it off to her room, Niles isn't the least offended, and Martin can sit in his old chair again.
Somewhere in the B plot, Fraiser has to screw up a relationship over the chair being in the house. She's a massage therapist and feels insulted.
I hate how much thought I've put into this.
Y'know. One of the reasons I enjoy Critical Role really is the same reason I enjoy Doctor Who.
I enjoy television that feels a little homemade.
Just a little, "Use your imagination with me. It's just graph paper. We know it's plastic wrap."
Occasionally, I feel like we get visions of Taliesin's grandfather Axelrod on this show. Like he's headed in that direction with a different flair.
Because of the afghan, it makes the massage chair look like a 90s carseat.
OK. So, that's what I wondered, if Taliesin would go New Who alone, and if Old Who, what?
I agree with him about Weeping Angels. I never felt good about bringing the show back, and I watched that one because the teens were rabid, and I understood why.
But. Old Who? What do you put up against Weeping Angels? City of Death? Robot?
Unearthly Child, but in what order? Key to Time is just too fucking long to make anybody watch if they're not already on board.
Curse of Peladon, buuuuuuuttttttt.
Taliesin met Susan. Awwwww.
I met Teagan when I was a very little girl. I don't think my folks have pictures.
Taliesin is, I bet, picking up on Carole Ann Ford's genuine earnestness. She goes all out as a performer.
I do not need to know where Taliesin lives. But. I need to see that house.
Sorry Taliesin, not in a creepy way, like, if you will it to the City of Los Angeles as a Critical Role museum, I'd go. Does that feel like a goth enough legacy rather than like I'm a weirdo stalker?
Difficult since you're only about a decade older than me.
I have never played Street Fighter. But I have *watched* it at the Shoe Carnival for hours.
(My parents are incapable of committing to any purchase in under 3 hours.)
I *wish* I didn't feel that a book nook kit feels like cheating.
If LEGO did them, I wouldn't *quite* think so, but these things, I dunno. I could just buy a Playmobil castle.
Or pirate back ALLLL my Sims three stuff on to a seriously robust computer and just... never come back.
Perler beads. Ashley, ask your sister, because I BET you she did at least one birthday/ sleepover where somebody's grandma showed you how to do a Perler bead set.