Either humanity gradually grows to despise you for your ancient morals
or they don’t ever meaningfully surpass where we’re at today.
Either humanity gradually grows to despise you for your ancient morals
or they don’t ever meaningfully surpass where we’re at today.
I’d always suggest being direct instead of waiting for other people to take a hint. Tactfully, mind you. Phrase it in a relaxed, emotionally neutral way that doesn’t single him out. Something like “Really, I am doing fine. When I’m at work, I just prefer to focus on the work itself instead of talking with people. I’m more at ease that way.”
That being said, is this the kind of work situation where you’re one of many options to make friends with or is it more of a you and him stuck in a room together all day type of thing? He sounds like a lonely person and if the two of you are stuck together then the best idea might be to seek a social compromise between you two’s preferences, like designating some specific portions of the day as times when it’s appropriate to have a conversation. You try to be sociable for him when it’s on, he tries to be quiet for you when it’s off.
I’ve only met two people I would describe as narcissistic and they don’t align on this subject.
What they had in common was not feeling differently about cats than they do other animals, which is also true of almost everyone I’ve known that isn’t narcissistic.
I don’t mind people using “literally” to refer to things that they don’t literally mean because that’s just perfectly normal exaggeration.
What I hate is that the dictionary definition changed to formalize the nonliteral meaning as a literal meaning.
I’m playing Dragon’s Dogma II, taking the suspended tram into Bahkbattal or however you spell it. One of my pawns failed to make it into the basket before it started moving but they’re not a ranged fighter so they’re no use in driving off harpies anyways and I don’t bother turning back since I know from previous antics that they tend to find a way back to you.
A few minutes into the trip, dangling precariously in a rickety wooden contraption over a canyon, I hear the cry of a griffin. I spot it over the horizon, its eyes locked with mine. I am forced to watch helplessly as it approaches, drawing an arrow as if it could accomplish anything. The griffin slams into my tram, shattering it instantly and dropping the three of us to our doom.
That pawn that didn’t make it on the tram catches me in a bridal carry and sets me gently down on my feet, completely unharmed.
That’s why the game’s fast travel systems are made to discourage you from using them, because adventures don’t happen during loading screens.
That sounds apocryphal.
While I don’t disagree with the sentiment, exo means outside.
The argument against cars also holds that people should live in places where cars aren’t necessary to avoid hermitude in the first place. You don’t need cars to socialize if you can walk to where people are, you don’t need cars for supplies if you can walk to where stuff is.
Long distance travel can have non-car solutions but also it shouldn’t be the default distance to be away from society.
Other people writing it for you and the openness with which I heard many other students discussing that they weren’t writing their own stuff.
I am entirely certain that it’s the same amount of cheating as it always was and the only thing that changed is that AI is how they’re doing it.
I haven’t done that yet but, give the opportunity, I would buy the hell out of a rerelease of Overblood. Rented it back in the day and it was terrible in all the best ways.
I’m colorblind and purple is often just blue without any qualifiers.
Speak for yourself, I think reality is fucking gorgeous. That’s why people try so hard to evoke its appearance in the first place, not only on screen but on canvas and in sculpture and prose.
That’s why my favorite art isn’t realistic at all; if I wanted to see the most beautiful realism around, I could just walk to a lake.
I have a smart TV and, while I hate that fact with every fiber of my being, I’ve never been through any of the particular bullshit you’re describing. I absolutely can just plug a thing into it and it works when I switch to that input.
I’m going to go with video game console disk trays. Back on the PS1 and GameCube, you just hit a button to release a lock and then a spring popped the lid open. Now, I’ll admit these newfangled interior conveyor belts we’ve had for checks calendar almost two decades have never actually broken on me, I resent the fact that if they were to break then I’d have no actual ability to get disks in and out of the machine.
That is, of course, assuming your console has an option for physical media at all, which is a very troubling direction in itself.
Some words just have more than one definition is all. It’s not about me, it’s about the dictionary.
Xenophobia isn’t a medical term. All the examples you listed are xenophobia.
I was giving the Lee Lemon thing as an example where I agree Kif’s reaction was homophobic, saying it was the only such example I could think of.
The patrons are responding to the way he’s performing. Zapp is broadly a parody of Captain Kirk and this scene was a reference to William Shatner’s infamous spoken word cover of Rocketman, at least until Zapp fully broke down and started wailing the name of the woman who hates him. The only reason the song is Lola is because that’s a famous song you can easily swap Leela’s name into.
I swear I remember a Kif reaction, too, by the way.
I only remember one instance of Kif being homophobic, when Zapp says Lee Lemon is filling him with “other emotions that are weird and confusing.” Not wanting to constantly see your commanding officer naked isn’t homophobia.
And his annoyance when Zapp sang a name-swapped version of Lola was about how Zapp is acting toward Leela by doing that rather than the subject matter of the original song. Zapp even replaced the trans subject with a cis one, what could a transphobe even be objecting to?
It would greatly benefit your argument to provide another possible explanation.
Everything except pants. My legs are apparently within the bounds of normality but my head, hands, feet, and spine are simply too big.
You wouldn’t think being six feet tall would be such a hindrance to shopping. It’s not big enough to stand out in a crowd, so why is it so big as to be incompatible with mass production?