Hearing Nickelback makes me think of this comedian’s bit about Guy Fieri but with a shoutout to Nickelback.

https://youtu.be/JK6zuii2OLI?si=0hwqC_jRpkQlRgBH

The bit about Nickelback is just past the one minute mark, but the whole thing is worth a watch.

Nice. I also noticed Cranberry-Lemon U instead of the real-life Carnegie-Mellon U in the PGH.

Let’s just hope Randy Marsh doesn’t go fuck a pangolin again

Sci fi set in contemporary times on Earth. A spaceship from another dimension accidentally enters a freak wormhole and gets dumped off in our universe. Only a single human survived on the ship, augmented by some super fancy AI (that actually works reliably unlike what we have access to nowadays). Captain isn’t able to maintain orbit but is able to land out in the middle of the south Pacific. Captain & AI have no way to return to their home universe or even send a message.

Ship contains a lot of advanced technology. Captain knows the theory of it all but doesn’t know the details. Ship’s AI has schematics for everything on board but not for everything in the civilization they left - only the most commonly used parts.

Ship contains a perfectly efficient recycler and replicator, but it’s limited by speed and by internal volume of the replicator.

Ship has a medbay capable of treating any known disease or injury, but there are only four pods (normal crew size only needs four), and treating something severe like a heart attack or cancer requires a full week non-stop.

Ship isn’t designed for combat or passenger service, but is instead a giant mining ship equipped with tractor beams to facilitate harvesting ore in space. It’s about the size of a giant ore carrier from Earth, and does have some rudimentary point defense weapons to defend against space pirates.

Ship has some problems that make it temporarily not-spaceworthy, and may or may not be able to find all the raw materials it needs to repair itself for more spaceflight. It is however perfectly capable of atmospheric flight operations.

How does the captain interact with us? Is the ship able to find enough stuff to repair itself? Does the captain decide to trade favors for supplies that can’t be synthesized? Or does the captain spiral into a pit of despair at being irrevocably separated from their home?

In case you’re wondering, yes I do as a matter of fact enjoy tech uplift stories.

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Found out about that one the hard way in college. Ew.

Like Abe Lincoln always said, take anything you see written online with a grain of salt and, until you see conclusive evidence otherwise, assume it’s a creative writing exercise.

I shave once per week. I use a safety razor and no shaving cream while in the shower.

I never had a Fark account but I remember following them religiously. I remember something about them crowdfunding an arena name for a day about an unsolicited finger in the ass.

Any idea what the other major destinations were beyond Lemmy?

Having different tastes than professional tv & movie critics isn’t a sin.

If you like something that Rotty Ts hates, that’s fine. If you despise something they adore, that’s fine too. It’s not like you’re being mean to someone’s puppy.

What if the bird is from Jacksonville or Athens instead of Palestine? I guess we’ll never know…

Some sort of bacta tank-like device that can treat all known diseases, illnesses, conditions, etc.

If a woman fucks 100 men she’s a slut, but if I fuck 100 men I’m gay. What the hell is up with these double standards?

When I was in middle school, like a lot of us I was an idiot who had no social skills and no skill in emotional self-regulation.

One day, between classes as I walked from one classroom building to the next, I had a sucker in my hand. I don’t remember what kind (this was in the early 90s) but it was big, sweet, and on a stick.

A classmate (black) came up behind me (white), smacked the sucker out of my hand onto the ground, and laughed as he jogged onto the next building. I shouted “you fucking n-word!” at him except I used the actual hard r slur and not the circumlocution.

Neither of us got in any trouble that I can remember. No teachers, staff, or snitches were nearby.

Middle aged me has a much larger and more creative vocabulary and would have never needed to stoop so low as to use racial slurs. Also, middle aged me wouldn’t eat suckers any more because of health concerns. I’m assuming the classmate involved has similarly grown and matured and no longer smacks candy out of peoples hands for fun.

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I’m guessing by this time next year it’s gone.