

You sure? Star Wars doesn’t have any existential threats to sapient life, petty godlike entities or hegemonizing swarms.


You sure? Star Wars doesn’t have any existential threats to sapient life, petty godlike entities or hegemonizing swarms.


Yep. Saw how much my friends were spending on it and decided I prefer eating daily meals to playing Magic.


TTRPGs. I enjoy the socialising and the tactical play, but some people find it like taking a recreational maths test.


Disagree. I think it’s been too long since we’ve had slow-paced thoughtful scifi movies.


I don’t think LLMs can experience pain but I do think someone should keep tabs on what the guy organising this experiment gets up to in the future.


He didn’t, he went to Stovokor. He’s about to fistfight Satan for the keys to the utility cupboard.


Love the eyebrows on skeleton-Spock.
My mother-in-law’s cat is also named Milo. I hope your Milo brings as much joy as hers has.


Mine too. I’ve tried it, but didn’t like the texture much.


Roleplaying games. Download a free ruleset and a dice app for your phone and you’re good to go.


But food always tastes better when it’s cooked for you.


By someone else. Usually I’m the one who makes the pizza.


My reaction would be “I guess they were well-informed about their choices.”


Most of Asimov’s robot stories were about how those laws led to unintended (and mostly unwanted) consequences. So while I think it’s good to keep the three laws in mind, a useful set of restrictions is going to be more complicated than that.


I’ve read it’s because singing and speaking are handled by different parts of the brain. Accents are regional, inside your head as well.


Gideon the Ninth by Tamsin Muir. Necromancers in space, an irreverent heroine, a magic system which is clearly thought out but doesn’t get explained in exhaustive detail.


Covering your mouth like that is instinctive. It signals “I’m listening/thinking, not talking”. It’s encouragement for the speaker to keep going.
I read about this in a book on body language by Allan Pease.


The dentist’s drill.


“I bet we’ll see you on the news someday.”
We wait ten to twelve years.