If I got the history right, it was kind of the wacky gotcha concept of the show early on, but famously humorless Alex Trebek took over and the show got weirdly prestigious and that rule stayed in place and kind of devolved into a verbal tic. _whatis The answer?

Fun times in Cleveland Today!

1. For some reason, I dreamed this one entirely in Ocarina of Time assets. I found myself in a grotto, think one of the browner dirt textures in the game. It was an open space maybe 60 feet square, ceiling maybe 20 feet up, no visible exits. The middle of the room featured a stone pedestal probably 6 or 8 foot square, maybe a foot high, easily stepped up onto, near the front of which stood a thin man in a blue shirt or jacket holding his head at a strange angle, only his eyes were visible. Palette swap a redead into street clothes, basically. Near the rear of the pedestal stood a heavy wooden gantry, which dangled a noose a foot or two directly over the man’s head. The man started trudging toward me, and the gantry moved and telescoped to keep the noose directly above him, making that tigtigtig noise the castle town drawbridge makes. He slowly chased me around the enclosure while I looked for a way out, and then my girlfriend woke me up, she noticed I was breathing heavy.

2. I’m not in this dream. My perspective is like a nature documentary camera. I was watching these dragonfly-like creatures fly around, hunt, go about their lives. Some of them were sentient, they could think in language, others couldn’t, they were just animals that ran on instinct. Apparently their conscious mind existed in a piece of brain that was kind of exposed on the backs of their heads. The ones that could think, I could hear their thoughts. One of them got hit there and it kind of concussed it in a way that made it unable to fly, the damaged thinking brain was like, shorting out the animal. And I heard it thinking things like “Oh well, I guess it’s been a good run. Nothing lasts forever I suppose. Not like I have much of a choice now. I wonder” as it was reaching one of its limbs behind its head, its claw snipped, the little bit of exposed brain fell away, and it flew away, silent. It cut its mind off to survive.

3. This was the first time I experienced a lucid dream. My family was having one of the once every few years gatherings on my grandparents’ deck we’d do, I started to say something, and my grandmother’s dog Ginger started barking at me. Ginger was this hideous little creature with an annoying bark, and I would often be sarcastic back to the dog. Ginger started barking, and I said “Ginger you shouldn’t bark at me, because…” mid sentence I vividly remembered taking that dog to the vet to be put down for cancer. “Because you’re dead…and dead dogs don’t bark. Huh, I’m dreaming.” All of the people vanished, I started walking around the yard and the world just faded to this dark teal color and I woke up.

In both cases, borrowing the words of stand-up drunkard Ron White, “It’s not that the wind is blowing; it’s what the wind is blowing.”

The house itself should be well waterproofed, the problems come from broken windows, punctured roof due to falling trees, or in a tornado, just being pushed over.

I remember seeing girls doing so many of those. That was a big one. There was another one where, it worked into the clapping game choreography, every line ended with “Bisquick” and at that point you’d reach up and brush your shoulders.

Basically from birth until adulthood when your life ends and your job begins, the girls around me were constantly sharing stuff like that between them. Over a couple decades it smoothly transitioned from pattycake to line dances to club dances. Double Dutch was in there, somewhere.

Tom Scott did an entire video about this. That the UK has endless versions, but the US has been “laid an egg” for basically all of living memory.

Well open world sims might not be for you.

Arcade titles tend to have simpler stories and more immediate juicier primary gameplay loops. A very arcade-y game I like is Unrailed!. It’s always hilarious with a group of friends. You might also check out Vampire Survivors, it’s kind of a reverse bullet hell.

I mostly disagree, I can see where you’re coming from. Farscape has a lot of adventure of the week episodes that don’t really matter…and they genuinely don’t. Like I, E.T or Thank God It’s Friday, Again. Those keep happening though, like Take The Stone in Season 2. Farscape occasionally makes episodes that are good sci-fi but not very good television.

Most of the way through Season 1, Scorpius is introduced. Crais’ story has no froo froo symbolism, it’s a simple tale of a man who hates a guy. Scorpius is much more interesting as an overall villain because 1. he has motivations beyond the main cast, 2. he’s actually right and we’d be on his side if he wasn’t such an apocalyptic shitbastard about everything and 3. Harvey is the best character on the show. The overall plot kinda doesn’t exist until Scorpius shows up. But most of the season before it isn’t mandatory homework. There’s even an episode, I think it’s the three parter Liars, Guns and Money, where they recruit a bunch of the enemies they met over the early episodes, and kill most of them off, they head off to a different region and a lot of the lore built up to then is discarded.

And you’ll watch season 1 again on your second watch, even though it has minimum Derek.

Most of Babylon 5’s first season really feels like discount store-brand Star Trek substitute. The show really starts to get its feet under itself somewhere around A Voice in the Wilderness and the Season 1 finale Chrysalis is the episode for which the term “wham episode” was coined.

B5 has the unique problem that it’s crap season 1 is kind of necessary homework for the rest of the show; it’s one continuous story, but on first watch the first season doesn’t feel like that because it’s a bunch of stuff that happens that comes into play later. So unlike TNG you can’t tell someone “just start at season 2.” You have to sit through the first season.

It starts out pretty good. It’s not like TNG or something where you’d say “No, start at season 3, and just don’t watch Code Of Honor.” The Good Place starts out watchable and fun, and then the season 1 finale has an “Oh SHIT!” moment and then you’ve gotta finish it.

Reminds me of the advice you see in classic Macintosh circles; they’ll tell you to stick the motherboard in the dishwasher to wash off leaky capacitor sauce.

Okay yeah that’s a little dumb. I could maybe see using WD-40 to free up a solenoid that was mechanically stuck but broken insulation says to me replace the part.

Sooooo WD stands for Water Displacer. It isn’t a lubricant, it’s more of a cleaning agent. It was originally developed to keep Atlas rockets from rusting. WD-40 might fix an electrical component by floating off any water-based electrolyte that might be shorting something out.

And thus shouldn’t have been making command decisions in an engineering department. Did you inform whatever regulatory board?

To be fair, “blowjob” is a very stupid term for it.

Correctly made, a PB&J should be symmetrical. A layer of peanut butter on each slice of bread with jelly in between, so the jelly doesn’t sog up the bread, especially if the sandwich is to be stored for awhile as in a packed lunch.

I’m an above average candidate for the Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur’s Court scenario. My hand isn’t a chainsaw and my boomstick is a pump action Ithaca not a double-barrel Remington, but also I could make a radio more or less from scratch. You can make a point contact diode out of rusty iron and graphite.

I’m a flight instructor. Hearing my instructors’ jokes in my voice was always wild.

Funnily enough, those duty cycle limits played a significant role in history’s worst aviation accident: The collision of 747s at Tenerife.

The short version of the story: There was some bomb threat at a European airport, so traffic bound there had to divert to wherever else they could. A lot of them ended up landing on the Spanish island of Tenerife, at an airport not used to handling that much large aircraft traffic. This included two 747s full of passengers.

When it was time for them to go, a thick bank of fog had rolled in. The taxiway was apparently not suitable for 747s so they had to taxi down the runway. The first of the two 747s had taxied to the end of the runway and was in position and ready for takeoff. Extremely ready for takeoff; the captain was pre-occupied with a recently tightened air crew duty cycle policy and was anxious to get home before going over his hours.

The second was taxiing up the runway straight toward the first, and had missed a turn off the runway, so they were kind of jackknifed across the runway trying to figure out where they were.

The captain of the first jet decided to take off without clearance from the tower. One 747 under full takeoff power T-boned another 747. Nearly 600 people died.

I’m all for crew duty cycle rules, we shouldn’t have exhausted pilots at the controls. Something that has kind of shut my life down is the notion that even our good laws turn poisonous when interpreted with absolute strictness. A pilot afraid of breaking the “You’re not allowed to over-work pilots because flying tired is unsafe” law killed 583 people including himself.

The video I linked above calls it “The Worst Air Disaster In History.” It’s one episode of a long-running series, and they always feel the need to come up with some similar line, so some of them are “The worst single-aircraft disaster involving a non-American made plane operated by an American airline to take place during daytime.” I think my favorite quote from the show was during the Cross Air CFIT episode, “On board was Passion Fruit, Germany’s answer to the Spice Girls.”