Kit Sorens

Rich people

I would suddenly feel very sad for the one of them that bottled it up for 40 years, and for the other who obviously has known for many of those years…

You know that shit’s gonna peel like a boiled egg

That’s what you’re hung up on? There’s a whole subgenre of sharks with tits.

Religious makeup

Which this probably is if they want to pack as much data as possible in one unit.

Hey OP, that site has enough trackers on it to give me cancer. Can you link an alt from a more consumer friendly source?

Clippy never had a voice and tbh the one that comes to mind for him is not very easy on the ears. Like downpitched spongebob.

Some retired old fart who can’t be bothered to learn fancy-schmancy Web 2.0. Rock on like it’s '93

Yeah… I wouldn’t enjoy it as much if it was “honey I shrunk my little bro.”

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I’ve wanted to do this for some time, but everyone tells me there’s no way to make it work without constantly updating the blacklist. Is it really such a hassle?

Ahoy should host

Me hearing a whisper in the wind through my kitchen window: “You’re letting all of the bought air ouuuuutttt…”

I got really soft mohair socks and a cashmere scarf and it felt better than a new video game which would have cost the same.

The book also claims that music is extraordinarily rare, with most species finding rhythm and melody indestinguishable from noise. I think the point is that the galactic consciousness that runs it all universally translates for purposes of intercommunication. What is heard or understood is more the concept of what was said than the phonetic content therein. It wasn’t that such and such syllables made up the word “human,” it was that the concept of human needed a universal concept to tie to the thing itself. For example, a matriarchal insectoid species who canabalizes any mate is known by the concept of “widow” as a species. Not the word, the idea that the galactic mind would push as a conceptual thought in whatever manner of communication a species might communicate in, which itself might or might not be verbal or phonetic.

In the book, the word you give is the translation into galactic standard, which is one uniform language. Earth would be translated into the same word as soil and dirt, and perhaps a few synnonyms could be pulled before the concept itself was milked dry.

If you haven’t read The Last Human by Zack Jordan, I highly recommend it. In between chapters, the reader is treated to excerpts from an Asmovian encyclopedia that explains the rules of the intergalactic society that the sole remaining human, the main character, has to navigate.

As part of joining the trillion-species-strong network, a species must fill out a form to dictate the nouns and adjectives for your species, home star, homeworld, sexual divisions (where applicable), and so on. It’s noted in the book that since there are so many species already assigned values in the database, the encyclopedia warns that names like Earth, dirt, mud, moon, star, sol, and home are already taken, and are constantly rejected in proposals.

Linux: You got this far! I’m sure you’ll figure it out, champ!

That’s Ruth, the HoA Fish