“It’s bullshit, man, it’s just bullshit.”
“It’s bullshit, man, it’s just bullshit.”
“Alright, that’s it! It’s super-duper double-dog war times infinity, no backsies!”
“I’m no man either, motherfucker!”
whack
Yeah skimming it very briefly, it looks like your instance doesn’t even show bot indicators, so, no way you could’ve known really. But there should be a button to turn it off somewhere in your user settings, probably down near the bottom.
I mean I can certainly understand where the confusion may have come from.
Thank god, for a second there I thought they meant “cracking down on people dodging Windows 11 by intentionally disabling TPM,” like I’ve been doing. False alarm, carry on.
I know for a fact I’ve said I was going to “Xerox some copies” on a machine that was almost certainly not manufactured by the Xerox Holdings Corporation.
There have been several violent incidents in reaction to published depictions of the Islamic prophet Muhammad, which is strictly forbidden by some interpretations of the Sahih al-Bukhari, one of the major Sunni Islamic texts.
I’m assuming that’s what’s being alluded to here.
She called her Alyssa in the first act of “Clues” as well.
“Security footage shows several ne’er-do-wells in domino masks fleeing the scene with a number of burlap sacks, clearly-marked with bright green dollar signs, no doubt containing the compromised data. AT&T security suggests the culprits must have ‘jimmied open’ their servers with a crowbar, or perhaps a bundle of dynamite detonated via plunger from a safe distance. One suspect is currently in police custody after attempting to escape through a tunnel painted on the side of a brick wall. More on this story as it develops.”
I only purchased this toothbrush because that was the only way to get the water-resistant Entertainment Center/Speaker/Corporate Surveillance Device for the one room in my house that is the least comfortable, has the worst acoustics, and has the strongest expectation of privacy, and also I can’t just put a regular Alexa in like a plastic bag or something because I blew my plastic bag budget on a fucking app-controlled toothbrush or whatever the fuck this is supposed to be, jesus christ
Part of me likes that we’re getting some Breen lore, part of me is worried that spending more time inside Breen culture takes away some of the inscrutability and unpredictability that made them so menacing in DS9, and part of me is a little disappointed they didn’t go with the Typhon Pact “there are actually five different species all pretending to be the same Breen” interpretation, because that always made me giggle. But all of me fukken loves one thing:
Michael’s short little throwaway “wait, you’re Breen?” to L’ak pretty heavily implies that this is the first Breen anyone has seen without an encounter suit in over a thousand years. Way to go, Breen!
This deal is getting worse all the time!
Yeah, it’s just frustrating going into what should be a final victory lap for the whole show, one last grand send-off for the crew, and:
A) having to wait until the very end of the episode before you even get a clear answer about what the plot is you’re supposed to care about, and
B) having the whole episode center around a conflict that is only an issue because the characters keep making dumb mistakes that we know they’re way too smart to make, and that only gets progressed because they keep stumbling into favorable contrivances like being shot through the hull of a warbird at just the right angle to spot a cloaked ship taking off.
Ideally you’d want it the other way around, smart protagonists driving the plot forward with their smart decisions and a competent antagonist that’s unpredictable enough to stay a few steps ahead. That’s why the last four seasons worked, really, the bulk of the overarching conflict came from the crew being made to punch way above their weight class, and having to just stop and puzzle out how to take down an entire alien crusade or a time-travelling cyborg or some Cthulhu monsters that are so far ahead of the rest of the galaxy that they literally don’t even notice that they’re vacuuming up inhabited planets. Not as much fun watching a seasoned Starfleet crew getting routinely bodied by shots we’ve seen easily dodged a half-dozen times already. How long have we been playing “whoops, the bad guys got away and we can’t track them” game, at this point, and they’re still falling for it? Or the “whoops, Burnham thought she knew better than the people in charge and the bad guys used it to sucker-punch us” game? Like, c’mon, it’s the end of the show, I think you can let the character development stick just this once.
Also? Kinda annoyed that like half the crew is getting sidelined for Burnham and Book to have just-like-old-times-adventure #17 featuring some crusty old rando sniping from the peanut gallery. I’d like to spend a little more than one scene per episode with the rest of the supporting cast before the end of the series, maybe that’s just me. So far it feels like there’s been more Stamets in this comment thread than there’s been Stamets on the show.
I’d just like to say, after spending the previous four season of Disco on “everything sunny all the time always” /r/startrek, it’s real refreshing to be able to come to an episode discussion and see one of the top mods just straight up going “child, what the fuck was that?”
Glad I’m not the only one bugged to hell by the “This is a Red Directive.” “Hi, audience here, what is that?” “idk bro you figure it out lol” routine. This is the, like, fifth damn synonym for “super-duper double-dog extra important top-secret thing” you’ve come up with, guys, just pick a lane already, or else five years from now we’re gonna end up with a season-long arc about a General Order Black Code Double-Red Priority Level One Section Alpha 31 Critical Omega Alert Directive.
I’m not sure which would be more obnoxious: if “Red Directive” turns out to just be exactly what I’ve already inferred from context, making all the sinister cryptic vagueness completely unnecessary; or if six episodes from now they pull the rest of the context out of their ass and try to act like it’s a major revelation, like, “ooh, haven’t you forgotten captain, if you fail a red directive mission it means you go to space jail and we blow up your ship???”
They’ve got what could be an incredibly significant story arc going here, and I’m gonna be a little miffed if they spend the bulk of it getting repeatedly pantsed by a couple of horny street urchins instead of, like, pondering the vast untapped mysteries of the ancient cosmos or some shit.
looks like JLP rocked a little too much knuck and blew the whole damn thing out
I’ve experienced this, or at least something that very closely fits its description, a couple times in the past, and it varies on a case-by-case basis. One time it was almost like the sound of glass breaking, I think one time might’ve been closer to a door slamming. Weird shit.
And, same deal as the other fella, hard to remember the specifics 'cause you’re sorta half-asleep when it happens.
“Djinn”, specifically, being the correct word choice. We’re way past fun-loving blue cartoon Robin Williams genies granting wishes, doing impressions of Jack Nicholson and getting into madcap hijinks. We’re back into fuckin’… shapeshifting cobras woven of fire and dust by the archdevil Iblis, hiding in caves and slithering out into the desert at night to tempt mortal men to sin. That mythologically-accurate shit.
I mean… Five minutes before the slap, he was sitting in his front-row seat at an internationally-televised award ceremony where he had just been nominated for two of the most coveted honors in cinema. I dunno if he was that bad off.
And if, heaven forbid, it’s not either of those, it is now apparently acceptable to refer to it as a “clap back.” In the newspaper of all places.