Makes sense that he’d use an antique.

No, it’s “re” like the subject of an email. “Re: diculous”

30 years ago my music teacher told me that in Chinese-language singing it’s the consonants that are sustained.

The modlog says for being a bot.

The problem is that you’re using Windows 95.

Nice try, Javert.

Are there examples of censorship or prior restraint you’d like to highlight?

Unpopular opinion: Considering the fully automated luxury space communism Bashir has spent his whole life in, this is actually an incredibly tone-deaf thing for him to say. (Which is in character for early-seasons’ Bashir, TBH. c.f. his introduction to Kira in the pilot.)

The writers intended a moral objection to preventable human suffering, but actually wrote the 24th century equivalent of “let them eat cake”.

What, never?

No refunds. Force majeure. Read the back of your tickets.

Hey! If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one.

I’d like Weyoun right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Cardassia with all the other Cardies, and I want him brought right here! With a big ribbon on his head! I want to look him straight in the eye, and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-assed, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is! HALLELUJAH! HOLY SHIT! Where’s the hypospray?

252.6 hours played, last played October 2024.

It’s enjoyable, but I’ve never been really engaged with it. There’s no progression, I don’t feel like my character, equipment, or ships are getting better even though I’m upgrading things. No planet is special, even though they’re all unique.

I think it would be better if you started out in a “settled” region with interesting factions, hand-designed planets, optional quest lines, etc. The infinite procedurally generated stuff would come into play if you push beyond the edges of known space.

You may enjoy Fritz Leiber’s short story, “A Pail of Air”, which involves the Earth being ejected.

https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/51461

Funny “Haha” or funny “Uh Oh”?

Depending on what counts as a “magnet”, the loss of magnetism could destroy the universe.

You have died from dysentery.

And stop sighing so much.

For soon, the quivering mass of life within me will depend on us both. Even now, I can sense it feeding, squirming, searching, questing. And shortly, it will rend my loins in twain, burst forth and pull us down, down, down into the deep, dark waters of commitment.

But not small ones.

Only people who live in the country.