Yeah sometimes that neuron hasn’t fired in a while.

There’s an Ahoy video about tracker music, and when it played the first three notes of “Foregone Destruction,” that fucker released aaall the good chemicals.

Wackiki Wabbit. Set on Humuhumunukunukuapua’a’a’a Island.

We had the second Care Bears movie on the same VHS tape as A Wish For Wings That Work, the Bloom County adaptation briefly featuring Robin Williams as “Sudy Nim.”

Dark Heart might’ve been a bisexual awakening.

Wittgenstein essentially said there is only counter-evidence. You cannot support an explanation; you can only disprove competing explanations. This was famously expressed as a conversation about heliocentrism. His friend said, “To ancient people, it looked like the sun went around the Earth.” Wittgenstein replied, “What would it have looked like if it looked like the Earth went around the sun?”

Reflective LCDs would have been equally blurry, in full color, and still tolerated optional tennis-ball-green frontlights for playing under the covers.

The real surprise came a decade later when everybody except Nintendo missed that active TFTs made color a decent option.

Oh god, Ni-Cd. Six hours of charging for fifteen minutes of use.

Color wasn’t to blame. It was the cold-cathode backlight.

From 1990 to 2000, AA capacity in watt-hours basically doubled. Which did mean anything you had could have modern batteries, since you’d just… buy new batteries.

This is mostly how the DMG Game Boy needed 4 AAs and the Game Boy Pocket got away with 2 AAAs.

For Javascript it’s () => { }. Lamba functions! Because at least it’s more readable than Perl.

Reading a tab as however many spaces is trivial, and the point of tabs.

Reading however many spaces as a tab is a gross hack that has to be dialed-in for whatever standard the document chose.

Just use tabs in the first place. God damn. That’s what they’re for.

That sounds like tabs with extra steps.

Tabs, not spaces.

I don’t give a shit if your arguments perfectly align to the function. It’s only semantic indication. Use the goddamn special character that has its own dedicated key.

Guinan: “More?”

Data: “Please.”

The episode, summarized:

Nobody listens to Worf.

Nobody listens to Worf.

Nobody listens to Worf.

Nobody listens to Worf.

Nobody listens to Worf.

Nobody listens to Worf.

Data listens to a deck of cards.

Letting TVs absorb set-top equipment was a mistake. You want to keep that modular stuff separate from the big expensive rectangle, so if it any of it gives you backsass, you can take it out back and beat it to smithereens with a sledgehammer.

Well, yes, now.

I saw the entire original broadcast run of Clerks: The Animated Series. All both episodes.

Only six episodes were produced, and they eventually aired, but I did not find this out until years later. The internet ended a longstanding era where you could be aware of and interested in something, but know fuck-all about it, and have no sensible way of learning more. So I’d heard of Kevin Smith movies - but never seen any. Watching the Clerks movie would have taken a trip to a physical video-rental store, with my parents, and then convincing them (and myself) to rent a vulgar black-and-white movie for all of us to watch together. Wasn’t happening.

I was more likely to rent and watch any of the R-rated films that somehow got cartoon adaptations - which were part of that same impotent awareness. Robocop and Ghostbusters and fuckin’ Starship Troopers were advertised anywhere and everywhere, and kids liked the shallow cool parts in the trailers, so executives said “fuck it” and licensed no-budget G-rated spinoffs to sell toys.

Anyway. The Clerks animated series exists because Disney wanted an adult-ish show to compete with The Simpsons. Everyone did. Disney knew they had a gap in their demographics for twenty-something dorks with disposable income. Aaand then they handed the finished episodes to ABC, who used a focus group of old farts and children. Of course it bombed. The premiere was the fourth episode produced, which stuck the characters in a courtroom drama, and ended with a wacky consequence-free style change wherein the outsourced animators rebelled and delivered a lolrandom dance party. The second and final episode aired was a fake clip show full of flashbacks to episodes that did not exist.

At least Clone High got an entire season.

Over water: maybe. Over land: lolno.

Moist.

It’s not a brand name. Two American companies picked different compound abbreviations at roughly the same time, and somehow one name spread here and the other name spread everywhere else.