Ameglian_Major_Cow

the Cow was the Dish of the Day at Milliways, which arrived when Zaphod Beeblebrox (accompanied by Arthur, Ford, and Trillian) requested to ‘meet the meat’. It was described as a large dairy animal, a “large fat meaty quadruped of the bovine type.” It was said to have large watery eyes, as well as small horns and what might have been an ingratiating smile on its lips. The creature seems peaceful and at ease, and at one point is described to have “mooed.”

The creature offers Zaphod and his party his shoulder, braised in a white wine sauce, then goes on to offer other parts of its body, having worked hard to fatten itself up through force-feeding itself for months. Eventually, after Arthur and Trillian have expressed their shock and Ford has expressed his disinterest, Zaphod requests four rare steaks and the Dish of the Day goes off to shoot himself, telling Arthur not to worry, as he says “I’ll be very humane.”[1]

Was looking for classic Halloween music mixes on YouTube Music the other day while carving pumpkins with my daughter. A few well known songs came up and then all of a sudden songs that were not Halloween songs started playing in the list (some were regular well ( own pop songs). I let it go on for a few minutes and started seeing a theme that the non-halloween song had a often repeated word that was associated with Halloween… Demon, spirit, spooky… So AI generated playlists based on keywords?

Then came along AI generated “Halloween classic” songs that sounded as if they were from the 1950’s. They were ok, but annoying knowing that it was just slop.

Honestly that’s what happens when you try to date Dru

So Picard went rogue, but what of the other 1,000 (possibly up to 6,000) other crew members (not to mention civilian family members and passengers)? They just went along with being pirates or Picard just dumped them off on some random planet/moon? I feel that there wouldn’t be enough pro-pirate crew/officers to pull this off. There is so much Federation/Starfleet loyalty that I don’t feel he would be able to round up enough people to keep the ship staffed (if Geordi decided not to join up and automate the ship). Active resistance from within the the ship by officers/crew/family members/passengers would eventually stop Picard dead in space.

It ate him… bit off his head… like a gingerbread man!

Tidal uses FLAC codec which is vastly superior to YTM’s AAC. YTM takes the lead in quantity of content with all sorts of remixes and other music being uploaded daily. I would say it will all depend on what kind of equipment you are going to use to listen to the music on and if it will allow you to hear the difference in the two services offerings.

WE APOLOGISE AGAIN FOR THE FAULT IN THE SUBTITLES. THOSE RESPONSIBLE FOR SACKING THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE JUST BEEN SACKED, HAVE BEEN SACKED.

Harkonnen Jerky™

You don’t have to imagine it at all!

https://youtu.be/NerRvnnm29w

Cassandra was “The Last Human” in the year 5,000,000,000. She was a villain that had claimed to be the last pure human. There’s a lot of lore about her. She was trying to be as thin as possible, which meant her face was stretched on a frame. It is very very very weird. Her catch phrase was “Moisturize me!” as she could dry out easily and die.

https://youtu.be/wrZ7PnolbQ4

This was from ST; TNG Devil’s Due S04 E13.

Dramatic amounts of caffeine and sugar is nothing. Long ago when I was in my 20s and 30s I was told that it seemed to have the opposite effect and calm me down.

Mullard VPN marketing dept has a Lemmy account?

Moe Szyslak has finally had enough of the prank phone calls.

You arrive to desolate and wonderfully silent Antarctica.

For a time you are alone and happy in your isolation. Soon enough, thoughts start to slowly infiltrate your sleep and later your waking world. You can’t understand them. They are weird and very distressing. Over time you are having difficulty thinking clearly. You want to run but you cannot. You want to scream but you cannot for the thoughts are so upsetting. Your days and nights are spent in abject terror as you feel your mind slipping. Your essential nature being pulled away from you. Even more frightening is that you are starting to understand and interpret images, thoughts, and ideas, but they are so… Alien.

From the aliens.

The aliens that long ago crashed here on earth. To keep themselves alive they merged themselves with their spacecraft in an unholy combination of life and technology. They have been trapped by time, buried under the ice, waiting. Slowly the machine intelligence has been corrupted, the living minds fractured and the remaining combined intelligence is insane, mavolent, and hungry for new thoughts and ideas. Your mind is but the first. Your arrival has awoken them from a deep slumber. The ice that has kept them from humanity is melting.

You, (are you a individual any longer?) hunger with them for thoughts that are not your own.

This would have infer that your shape shifting skill had the ability to mimic not just their DNA but their nueral patterns as well. Without that you are again just left with instinct and a blank slate brain with no memory or knowledge.

You can’t turn it off or filter out any thoughts and are lost in a cacophony of thoughts bombarding you every second from evey living thing. Even isolation isnt a relief as the animals and insects asail you with their primitive instinctual thoughts.