My mom once gave me a cat litter scoop like this one
in my Christmas stocking. This was not, to my knowledge, in the context of a conversation about needing to clean up after the cat more often, but for all I know it was her way of subtly trying to get the point across.
I work for a little mom and pop business that basically operates like an anarcho-syndicalist collective; the boss more or less does his own thing full time and lets us all run things on our own. It's mostly fine but I've had a few times where I've... almost... wished that we had an actual manager to help keep things in line.
I'd consider myself a Star Wars fan, and one of the things that gets me about the current state of fandom is how opposed to nuance it is. Having measured opinions about things is right out; you need to decide if you're going to LOVE or HATE a thing, and if you don't then you're not welcome.
Not a lamp, but I developed cold urticaria in my 30s; my skin gets rashy if it's exposed to cold air. I get really bad hives if I'm in cold water, and I need to wear full ankle-to-wrist pajamas or else I get itchy while I'm trying to sleep, just from the cold of the sheets. I'm seriously considering adding an electric heating pad to my bedtime routine.
I've got a film negative scanner. I've also got a big pile of old negatives. I keep telling myself that someday I'm going to scan all those old negatives. We'll see.
Keiko wasn't that bad of a character. She wasn't a great character, but the biggest problem was that her actress, Rosalind Chao, had very poor chemistry with Colm Meaney, who in turn had great chemistry primarily with Alexander Siddig, and also with several other actors. This wasn't a problem when she was cast in "Data's Day" as the bride to be with nervous bride energy, if anything that's an asset in such a short time frame. But then expecting that to work in what is supposed to be a long-term marriage is what led to perception of her being all MIIIIIILES all the time.
Now, I don't know that mid to late 90s Star Trek producers would have been on board, but they should have written an amicable divorce plot for the O'Briens. Miles and Keiko clearly grew apart from each other over the course of the show. Between her extended trips to Bajor and the way she all but threw Miles at Kira, they were already about 85% of the way there anyway. A divorce would have been a great way to resolve that issue, and use Star Trek as it was always intended: to explore real life issues in a scifi universe.
Have you seen the one where Torres gets spilt into two beings, one Klingon and one human? It is fucked. I expected them to tell a story about how both halves of her are valid but... they did not tell that story. Massive fuck up.
Cumberbatch should have been Gary Mitchell. He's got the right vibe for a man losing touch with his humanity as he's consumed by his godlike abilities, and a movie expanding on Mitchell would cover more new and interesting ground than plagiarizing Wrath of Khan.
As a member of the Oregon Trail generation, I can report that a couple of years ago I made a list of all the things that I was expected to not do when I was a cishet little boy and was afraid of being labeled "queer." The list of forbidden activities included, but was not limited to...
Singing
Dancing
Reading
Wearing bright colors
Taking too much care of my appearance
Hanging out with girls
Expressing emotions other than anger
Being in plays
Avoiding violence
As an adult I'd describe myself as... like a one or two on the Kinsey scale, but honestly much happier now that I've recognized that heteronormativity is a horrible fucking prison. Wearing bright colors is fun, I love who and what I love, David Bowie is attractive, and I'm no longer pretending otherwise.
JOBY!